His Marriage Partner is Scheming

He Qiao was quiet for a long time.

Compared with the moment when they suddenly held hands on the lawn at night, this palm contact came more silently.

Moreover, it seems to be self-initiated.

He Qiao didn't let go of his hand abruptly after waking up, but his thoughts gradually drifted to far away places.

When they met for the second time, in a noisy hot pot restaurant, in order to prove the matter of wearing a book, he told Chi Xueyan a detail about a small fifth birthday photo.

He remembered very clearly what Chi Xueyan said after listening.

—"If that's the case, the future me will definitely like him very much."

In fact, He Qiao was very surprised at that time.

He kept a secret that he never told the villains.

Just like this moment.

After a long silence, he chose to keep the secret.

At this moment when Chi Xueyan wanted to explore the real him.

Through the thin white shirt, the heat spread continuously from the shoulders.

He Qiao heard his own quiet voice, which was as gentle and reserved as ever.

"That's a boring story, not as exciting as One Thousand and One Nights." He asked instead, "When will I hear the next night's story?"

The Thousand and One Nights from the Wise Queen to the Dangerous King.

He did not answer questions about He Qiao.

Because of this, Chi Xueyan got the answer.

An answer that couldn't be more euphemistic.

The person leaning on his shoulder laughed softly, and his shallow breathing was like flying clouds.

"Tomorrow." Chi Xueyan said, "Today has already said enough."

The red-haired young man was obviously sleepy, and he didn't let go of his hand, still leaning on his lover's shoulder, holding each other's fingers passionately, and they were an intimate couple.

Lazy drowsiness hovered in the small space, and He Qiao no longer disturbed him.

He calmly maintained the posture of lending his shoulders, and looked sideways at the scenery that was constantly flying backwards outside the car window.

Standing on the billboard by the side of the road, the young couple smiled and embraced each other, staring not far away. The dream new house is a beautiful and warm scene.

Once again, the silver-gray billboard columns were left far behind.

After sending Chi Xueyan home, He Qiao, who was returning alone, suddenly remembered something.

He smelled no roses today.

Recently, Chi Xueyan's body has always been surrounded by a scent of roses that came from nowhere.

The only thing left in the back seat of the car was the smell of night.

A summer night that suddenly became deserted.

When Chi Xueyan walked into the house, most of the drowsiness caused by alcohol had disappeared.

There were occasional cicadas singing in the bushes, and the lights were still on at home. Han Zhenzhen looked at a table of beautiful packing boxes in confusion, while Principle Chi, who accompanied him by the side, was trying to stretch his sleepy eyes.

"I'm back, Auntie Ling is making wine soup before leaving get off work." Han Zhenzhen smelled the alcohol on his son, and patted her husband vigorously, "Old Chi, go and warm it up."

Chi Zhongyuan walked into the kitchen resignedly with a yawn.

Chi Xueyan glanced at the box on the table that looked like a stall: "Isn't the gift already ordered?"

"But I saw several beautiful packaging boxes." Han Zhenzhen showed him, "Which one do you think is better?"

Chi Xueyan said casually: "So that one."

"Can you be serious?" Han Zhenzhen glared at him, "Xiaoyue is mainly in charge of the wedding scene, and I can't lose the gift."

Although the two got along very well, when necessary, they still brought a little mother's unique desire to win.

Chi Xueyan just smiled: "You won't lose, the box is not that important."

"That's right." Thinking of his sudden decision, Han Zhenzhen felt complacent again, "Then don't change the packaging, so as not to damage the gift inside."

Chi Zhongyuan, who came back with hangover soup, couldn't help but cast a grateful look at his son: "Can I go to sleep now?"

"Your son is going to get married soon, how can you still sleep!"

"...OK, what are you going to do next?"

Holding the warm soup bowl in Chi Xueyan's hands, listening to the noise of his parents, the thoughts in his mind were floating endlessly.

He thought of the candy He Qiao handed him, the bouquet of roses in his arms, and the accompanying gift that Han Zhenzhen had been talking about excitedly for days.

He was still drunk tonight.

He was so drunk that he forgot that He Qiao had always been a person ruled by reason.

All along, he played the role of lover so well that Chi Xueyan almost forgot the real relationship with each other and had the illusion of being in love.

In a sense, his intuition was not wrong, He Qiao was indeed very reliable.

Sober enough to be reliable.

If one were to name the unspent coin, it would obviously be the most sane outsider.

Chi Xueyan lowered his eyes, stared at the rich soup in the bowl, and smiled suddenly.

He only misses the taste of sugar for a second.

"Is the bachelor party fun?" Han Zhenzhen asked him curiously, "We didn't have such trendy things back then."

"It's not bad." He said honestly, "Su Yu invited many college students to come, and they all had a good time."

"What about you?" Han Zhenzhen asked again, "Are you having fun?"

Chi Xueyan thought for a while, and answered her mother's concern seriously: "I'm very happy."

This party with the theme of saying goodbye to his bachelors was actually no different from the other parties he had attended in bars.

For him, every day after marriage is still single.

And what he thought about, only crossed the line once.

The thrilling adventure was over, and with the tacit understanding that adults should have, Chi Xueyan silently returned to the line.

Because he has learned a lesson from the trajectory of fate, he cannot go his own way in a one-way relationship.

"Sleepy." Chi Xueyan got up, and said good night to her parents, "I'm going upstairs, you guys go to bed early too."

"Good night, Yanyan, don't forget to get up early tomorrow—"

"I know, good night."

He didn't seem to say goodnight to He Qiao today.

Tomorrow he will remember.

Chi Xueyan walked into the bathroom quietly, and the water from the shower poured down, wetting her colorful hair in a blink of an eye.

In the damp water vapor, he gently closed his eyes.

Tomorrow comes so fast.

There are only twenty-four hours left until the wedding.

In the living room of the new house with bright and clean windows, there are piles of tightly packed cardboard boxes and bags, which are all things bought in the home city a few days ago.

This is a busy day, tidying up the wedding room in the morning and going to the venue for rehearsal in the afternoon.

People are constantly coming and going in the beautifully decorated new house. The newly bought soft furnishings are unpacked and packed by servants, so that the newlyweds who come back here from the wedding scene tomorrow night will be able to stay in a perfect home.

He Qiao came a little late today.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Chi Xueyan sitting at the long warm white table, lowering his head and carefully removing the foam wrap that wrapped the cup.

Chi Xueyan was shrouded in the sun like creamy ice cream, her fingertips shone brilliantly, when she heard the sound, she raised her head and greeted him with a smile: "It's rare to see you late."

He doesn't seem to be any different from usual.

After a brief trance, He Qiao explained, "Sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road."

There were quite a few brand new cups in front of Chi Xueyan, and he was still holding the scissors to carefully pick up the next carefully packaged cup, and He Qiao cooperatively removed the foam paper scattered on the table.

"Did you sleep well last night?" he asked.

With the warm wind blowing from the Morandi green window frame behind him, Chi Xueyan finally dismantled all the cups and arranged them neatly together according to their size.

He stared at the crystal clear scenery in front of him with satisfaction, and responded to his lover's greeting by the way: "Not bad, which cup do you think is more suitable for this table?"

He Qiao followed his gaze and answered after a while: "They all seem to be suitable."

Chi Xueyan glanced at him, smiled and complained, "Why are you just like my dad?"

He couldn't choose which cup looked better that day.

Now he can pick it out.

The wandering fingertips landed precisely beside the dark green striped glass.

Chi Xueyan took it out alone, imagining the future: "It's very suitable for making lemonade."

Dark green and bright yellow, as well as clear and transparent water, together constitute a life of perfect color.

He Qiao watched Chi Xueyan put the selected lucky ones into the tray.

This is the tray he picked out with his own hands.

When the servant walked into the room where they couldn't hear their conversation, Chi Xueyan moved closer to him and politely asked for his opinion: "Which bedroom do you like?"

There are two master bedrooms in the home, and three secondary bedrooms that are used as guest bedrooms.

When there are no outsiders, they must live in separate rooms.

He Qiao quickly understood his subtext: "Which one do you want?"

Chi Xueyan blinked, and said generously, "I want the room with the best sunlight."

Of course He Qiao would not refuse: "Okay."

In the next second, a cool fruit candy was stuffed into his palm.

This is Chi Xueyan's way of saying thanks.

The colorful candy wrappers gently reflect the brilliance of the sun.

Only then did He Qiao realize that the person in front of him was a dentist who would carry candies with him.

When Chi Xueyan asked him for candy last night, did he have candy in his pocket?

He Qiao suddenly thought of this.

But no one mentioned these past events anymore.

As if nothing happened last night.

Just had a soft dream.

After waking up from the dream, he saw the flamboyant red-haired young man leaning against the door, directing others to put the furniture where he preferred.

He Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, the sharp candy wrappers are extremely vivid.

He remembered the sentence that was almost talking to himself.

"...I will definitely like him in the future."

The "he" in this sentence is actually not the person Chi Xueyan thought.

He Qiao didn't know most of the details of "Chi Xueyan" and Lu Siyi's relationship, so it was impossible to know the details behind the birthday photos.

Perspective is always an insurmountable obstacle in this story.

The reason why he knew the origin of a childhood photo owned by the villain in such detail was because the person who heard this past was not Lu Siyi.

It was "He Qiao" who met "Chi Xueyan" again after a long time.

Chi Xueyan outside the book commented that it's fair for one person to have one rival in love.

Chi Xueyan in the book also noticed He Xiao who seemed to be able to cooperate with him.

But it didn't take long for him to look away from He Xiao.

Because he saw a person more similar to himself.

At that time, He Qiao had just fallen from heaven to the abyss, and his eyes were full of depression and pain.

The red-haired youth stretched out his hand to the no longer naive He Qiao with a drunken smile.

"You look sad."

That was the first line of dialogue when they met again.

He Xiao contributed to the first meeting and blind date between the two, which indirectly led to their reunion.

"Chi Xueyan" is indeed a paranoid villain.

"He Qiao" is indeed an unimportant supporting role.

He gradually became the most devout believer beside the red-haired young man who made it difficult to look away, until he willingly gave everything he had.

In the dark days when all the happiness was suddenly lost, that person became the only bright color.

This is a secret that He Qiao has been keeping alone.

It was also one of the reasons why he thought of marrying Chi Xueyan by agreement.

On the one hand, I couldn't bear to see Chi Xueyan, who was still normal at this time, end in a tragic end.

In addition, this dangerous villain is fixed in a safe distance of non-interference in advance, turning passive into active.

Both reasons are true.

He made the most thorough preparations from the beginning.

But Chi Xueyan always brought people a steady stream of surprises.

He Qiao thought that the big villain in the book was just taking advantage of "He Qiao" who was infatuated with him, but he didn't know that the photo story, which sounded plain, actually meant an unspoken love.

He Qiao thought that they were acting together in front of outsiders, but at that moment when the follow spot light was shining, he heard only his own clear heartbeat.

He obviously doesn't like men.

Is this the fate of being "He Qiao"?

Or, it is the fate of "Chi Xueyan", destined to be interested in a person named He Qiao.

He Qiao didn't know, he put the candy in his pocket suddenly.

Because Chi Xueyan, who had approached him at some point, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

There is a glass of rippling water on the table, the dark green glass against the bright yellow lemon.

"Do you want to try it?"

Chi Xueyan asked with a smile.

He Qiao came back to his senses and picked up the lemonade.

He obediently took a sip, and as a result, all distracting thoughts disappeared in an instant.

Seeing his indescribable expression, Chi Xueyan couldn't help laughing.

"I thought you'd take a sip first."

He immediately turned his head and asked someone to pour a glass of water, and couldn't stop laughing: "Sorry, there is no syrup at home, only the lemons your mother bought for decoration, for the sake of looking good, I put two more slices—"

Chi Xueyan is always so willful.

He quickly dismissed the idea of ​​trying this glass of lemonade himself, and then asked him with a sarcasm: "How sour?"

He Qiao could only answer honestly: "Very sour."

It was by far the most sour lemonade he had ever had.

Chi Xueyan laughed enough before raising her hands without apology: "My fault, I invite you to dinner at noon, something sweet."

The servants passing by also secretly smiled.

In the colorful new house, there is the most flawless happiness embedded.

The wedding rehearsal in the afternoon went on as scheduled.

On the azure seaside, on the vast and endless lawn of the Dingshe Hotel, there are fragrant flowers and balloons everywhere. There are no cakes and desserts on the exquisite dessert table, but there are temporarily piles of exquisitely packaged gifts.

This is a lawn wedding that is very popular among young people nowadays. It is warm and free, and has a little more romance of the summer coast.

Chi Xueyan walked several times according to the arrangement, and then began to look for opportunities to be lazy.

The lawn was covered with a layer of plastic film that was removed from somewhere, and Chi Xueyan, who was dressed in a formal suit, lay on it lazily, and said casually: "It's tiring to walk around, it would be great if I could sit and hold the wedding ceremony."

He Qiao felt that he was staring at the wheelchair not far away that was being used to transport things with ulterior motives.

He couldn't help laughing, and comforted him: "There is only one day left, just persevere."

Persist until the wedding is over, and it's all over.

The sun and the sea breeze were blowing, and the atmosphere was leisurely. Chi Xueyan rested for a while, and suddenly asked him: "Should I rest earlier tonight to recharge my energy?"

He Qiao nodded slightly.

Chi Xueyan's tone was casual: "Then let's advance the storytelling part to now."

Good story for next night.

Today, he didn't want to know what happened between himself and Lu Siyi, but looked curiously at the people around him: "What is your ending in the book?"

He seems to have been forgetting to ask this rather important question.

Maybe it's because He Qiao beside him possesses a strong and steady quality, which can make people subconsciously feel that any unfortunate things will never happen again.

He Qiao was slightly taken aback.

"Unlucky, I met an impulsive gangster." He replied simply, "He died after being seriously injured."

"He Qiao", who was always teased by fate, did not die of a well-planned conspiracy, but passed away suddenly due to a pure accident during the days spent with the villain, and he had never met the murderer.

Chi Xueyan couldn't help but sighed with emotion: "This ending is so perfunctory, it deserves to be an insignificant supporting role."

He Qiao responded in a low voice: "Yes."

The sunshine that sprinkles the body brings a warm touch.

The beautiful boutonniere swaying in the wind.

Flowers that belong only to the groom.

Chi Xueyan looked at the blue sky above her head and said softly, "I guess you won't have the misfortune to meet gangsters again."

His brisk voice brought an end to today's story.

Su Yu, who participated in the rehearsal together as the best man, finally found the two of them, and broke the pervasive silence here with a teasing face: "Chi Xueyan, why did you disappear when you got to the ring exchange?"

Chi Xueyan was calm and composed: "The size of the ring is very suitable, there is no need to rehearse."

"It's not just rings that need to be exchanged." Su Yu said meaningfully, "Are you shy?"

Chi Xueyan smiled on the skin: "You can just say it if your skin is itchy."

Su Yu retreated swiftly, while continuing to speak earnestly: "You have a family now, so you can't be so violent anymore."

Chi Xueyan stood up resolutely, and as soon as he loosened his fingers, Su Yu disappeared immediately.

Then he looked back helplessly, and stretched out his hand towards He Qiao, ready to pull him up: "Continue?"

He Qiao looked at his white palm, hesitated for a moment and then held it.

They walked hand in hand toward the crowd.

Holding hands this time feels different.

The newlyweds, who were all watching, completed the final rehearsal intimately.

As the evening approached, all the decorations on the site were basically completed, and the staff who had been busy for a long time finally breathed a sigh of relief, and took a break around the milk tea and snacks that Sheng Xiaoyue ordered.

Chi Xueyan was standing beside the two parents, talking to them.

The tall Chi Zhongyuan acted very intimidating in front of outsiders.

He Huaili put aside his busy work all day long and came to the rehearsal today.

Everyone was smiling, even He Xiao seemed to be smiling sincerely.

In the smell of food in the wedding venue, He Qiao gradually smelled a very familiar aroma.

At the dim sum table on the side, someone curiously opened an exquisite present.

He Qiao walked over alone.

The strange staff members were amazed at the precious gifts in the box, but He Qiao noticed the most inconspicuous thing inside at a glance.

A small sachet filled with rose petals.

It was exactly the same as the scent of roses that Chi Xueyan once had.

He picked up the sachet by accident, and after a while, Sheng Xiaoyue's smiling voice rang in his ears.

"This is a gift chosen by Xiaochi's mother. I really like it." She said excitedly, "Do you still recognize it?"

He Qiao asked blankly, "What?"

"This is the rose you bought, the day you bought me a bunch of flowers by the way, the day you got the certificate!"

Sheng Xiaoyue looked at the sachet in his hand, and she knew this gift with a special meaning.

"You bought too many roses. At first, the aunt of Xiaochi's family said not to waste them, and they could be made into sachets, so they took them all to the balcony to air-dry, making the house smell of flowers everywhere."

Sheng Xiaoyue said eloquently: "Later, Zhenzhen came up with a whim, saying that if she put this in a gift box, it must be very meaningful."

Speaking of this, she was still full of surprise: "Why didn't I think of it, so smart."

Sheng Xiaoyue looked excitedly at her son holding rose petals: "This is the best wedding present, isn't it?"

Let all the guests present secretly witness the love that sprouted in the summer night.

Fragrant roses that once filled the flame-red sports cars.

He Qiao suddenly couldn't describe his mood at this moment.

He saw Chi Xueyan walking here with his family.

Chi Xueyan glanced across the rose sachet calmly, and said in a light tone, "This smells good. I plan to put it in the car. Do you want it?"

Before He Qiao could speak, Sheng Xiaoyue said first, "Yes! I want two!"

Facing the lovely and straightforward elder, Chi Xueyan smiled and rolled her eyes, and naturally put the sachet held by He Qiao into her hand.

The warm fingertips brushed over the skin without stopping, and the palm of the hand suddenly became empty.

Immediately, Chi Xueyan handed him the velvet jewelry box used during the rehearsal.

This is the half that belongs to He Qiao.

"Don't forget to exchange rings tomorrow." He leaned close to He Qiao's ear, whispering in a whisper that only each other knew, "There are still kisses."

He changed back to the original Chi Xueyan who took the initiative to teach He Qiao to hold hands, and with great interest reminded his lover to be prepared to kiss in public.

The relationship between the two quietly returned to the original point, with only a few more dry rose-colored memories.

In people's ambiguous eyes, Chi Xueyan left his ear calmly, and the light and shadow of dusk submerged her gorgeous red hair.

"Say goodnight to you in advance."

There seemed to be the strongest love in his gaze, and the tone of his voice was tender, making people fascinated.

"See you tomorrow, honey."