His Marriage Partner is Scheming

Saturday is the smell of rain that washes everything, and Sunday is the scent of chestnuts that are light and creamy.

So Chi Xueyan stood in front of the water dispenser on Monday, watching the clear water flow into the transparent glass, and couldn't help but think that it was indeed a pleasant enough weekend.

An unforgettable summer weekend.

As soon as the new week came, he asked the leader to take the next few days off as soon as he entered the clinic to prepare for the wedding on Saturday.

For a while, the news of Dr. Chi's request for marriage leave was discussed everywhere in the clinic. Chi Xueyan's consulting room seemed to become a public lounge. When it was lunch break, it was full of gossiping eyes, trying to find out what his lover looked like.

Thinking of He Qiao's family background and possible future reputation, Chi Xueyan wisely chose to fool the past in order to avoid further questioning.

"Doctor Chi, why haven't I heard you say you have a boyfriend! When did you talk about it?"

"We talked faster, it's a flash marriage." Chi Xueyan said, "I'll bring you candy next week."

"Flash marriage, so romantic! Did you meet on a blind date? I heard that the other party's conditions are very good."

Hearing this question, Chi Xueyan looked at his curious colleague and remembered Dr. Xu who hadn't bothered him recently, a subtle smile appeared on his face.

"No, he is very ordinary. His biggest advantage is his good temper."

There is no need to formally introduce He Qiao, anyway, they just agreed to get married.

Just agree to get married.

Finally sending away the gossiping colleagues, Chi Xueyan looked at the phone on the desktop that lit up repeatedly, and the lock screen was already full of unread messages.

Ninety percent of them all come from the same person.

The lawyer and bad friend Su Yu who helped him draw up the prenuptial agreement.

[Su Yu: Thursday night at eight o'clock, don't forget. ]

[Su Yu: I have already arranged everything, you just need to be there on time. ]

[Su Yu: Thursday, Thursday, Thursday! Right at your favorite SCA! ]

Since the wedding date was approaching, Chi Xueyan had been bombarded by Lawyer Su's tireless news several times a day, as if she was afraid that he would not come.

Chi Xueyan, who can guess what Su Yu will do with his heels, really doesn't really want to go.

But just like He Qiao wanted to take him to meet his friends to announce his relationship, he had no reason to refuse the pre-wedding bachelor party warmly prepared by his friends.

But the difference is that there is no need to trouble He Qiao to attend this party.

Fortunately, He Qiao didn't come.

On Thursday night, the wedding was less than forty-eight hours away.

The black stretched luxury car stopped at the entrance of the SCA bar with the neon sign already on.

Chi Xueyan on the back seat was about to open the car door, and He Qiao next to him asked him, "Will I pick you up after the end?"

"No, it may take until midnight, and they will call a car to take me back." Chi Xueyan got out of the car, looked back and waved at him, "See you tomorrow."

He Qiao wanted to say something when he heard midnight, but he responded gently: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

After Chi Xueyan closed the door, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the black luxury car drove away slowly.

They just got back from their wedding venue, which was beautifully furnished under the guidance of a professional designer.

In the past few days, the two of them no longer drove their own cars, because there were many trivial matters, they often answered various calls non-stop, and had to discuss the wedding details that changed suddenly at any time, so they simply asked the driver to drive.

It just so happened that He Qiao, who had a new identity after coming into contact with the family business, was naturally assigned a driver and a new car with a calmer temperament.

He's always been good at making plays.

What's more, He Qiao was lucky enough to pick up a business genius on a rainy night, which surprised his father who thought he was messing around for love at first.

Everything went as he expected.

He became the actual controller of Wanjia Media and the investor of Ye Qing Company.

It should be equipped with a car that is more in line with the status at the moment.

Chi Xueyan watched the vehicle leave, turned around and walked into the bar, and pushed open the door with a closed sign.

As soon as he appeared, he bumped into the colorful ribbons flying in the sky.

There were also extremely irregular cheers that suddenly sounded around.

"Happy wedding!"

"I want to be single!"

"Don't fall in love!"

…It’s a mess, shouting everything.

There is no sweet-smelling artificial plasma in today's bar, and the dim and blurred lights are the same as before.

But the small stage in front of the singer was specially decorated. There was an overly familiar poster on the background wall. The band is about to play.

In front of him were all his friends from college, with smiles on every familiar face, and a lively atmosphere rushed towards him.

Chi Xueyan smiled and took off the ribbon that fell on her hair, looked at Su Yu, who had the most smug expression in the crowd, and gave him a snappy **** again.

He knew it was coming.

On the poster next to the stage, the logo of the university and the name of the program were printed, and there were four youthful but energetic faces on it.

This is the band that Chi Xueyan played in college.

The poster has a lead singer and guitar with a hearty smile, a gentle keyboard, and a female drummer with cool makeup.

They are all here today, their faces are much more mature than before, but their looks are exactly the same as before.

Occupying the central position of the poster is the bassist with a loose expression, with short messy hair and a small black snowflake on his fair ear.

At that time, Chi Xueyan still had black hair.

Su Yu didn't mind his **** at all, opened his arms with a smile, and sent a gloating hug from the air: "You know, we've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Chi Xueyan gave him a scroll without mercy, but still smiled and walked towards these friends who hadn't seen much after graduation.

When I was in college, I had a roommate who loved to play musical instruments and could do almost everything. He wanted to find someone to form a band to play in.

Chi Xueyan heard him give a solo recital in the dormitory every day, and when he became interested, he decided to learn from him.

There is an oversupply of guitarists, the keyboard always hangs down and the neck is sore, and the drums are too exhausting.

Picking and picking, he chose the most unremarkable bass.

In the band formed later, the bassist, who is usually very invisible, became the most dazzling person on the stage.

Chi Xueyan felt that it was because the bass was a **** instrument.

Others think it's mostly because the bass player is so handsome.

At the welcome party in the sophomore year, Chi Xueyan, who finally changed from a junior to a senior, performed with the band members.

The clear and bright voice echoed in the early autumn night.

He still remembers the song called Perfect Summer.

It's the perfect song to sing to your sweetheart at the end of summer, and nine out of ten bands have played it.

At the end of the song, among the cheering and applauding students in the audience, a girl with a flushed face rushed up and handed him a large bouquet of beautiful flowers without saying a word, as if she was too nervous to speak.

The students below immediately started booing like crazy, youthful hormones permeated wantonly, and someone yelled for her: "Bass player! Do you want to talk about love!"

Immediately afterwards, both men and women began to shout together.

Amidst the roaring sound waves, the bass player on the stage looked at the bouquet of flowers that was close at hand, seemed to think for a while, and then calmly extended his hand to the lead singer on the side.

The lead singer who was watching the excitement had a flash of inspiration, and handed over the microphone and the stand in front of him.

The bass player with dark black shattered hair soaked in sweat just casually grabbed the tilted microphone, lowered his eyes, and spoke directly.

"Sorry, I prefer being single."

The clear and cold voice spread through the microphone to every corner of the auditorium.

The students were even more excited because of this, and the screams almost toppled the roof, and it took a long time before they gradually subsided.

In Su Yu's words, Chi Xueyan became famous in one battle.

The whole school knows that there is a sophomore boy who is handsome and can play bass. He doesn't want to date and prefers to be single.

His original intention was to avoid trouble, so he simply refused all of them in one breath.

As a result, after that, more people chased him.

It was difficult for Chi Xueyan to understand the brain circuits of these people.

Thinking about it now, maybe it's just like the one-sided pursuit of Lu Siyi in the story.

People always like to chase unrealistic dreams.

In the same way, they also like the moment when the fantasy dream that they said they would not fall in love suddenly fell into the world.

For example, tonight when the stage was specially reproduced.

As the night darkened outside, the atmosphere in the bar became more and more noisy.

Drinks, alcohol and snacks are available in unlimited quantities. The boss, Wang Shaojing, is happily mixing drinks behind the bar, listening to Chi Xueyan's friends chatting about past gossip and interesting stories.

This is a rare opportunity for students to get together after graduation.

Many people were curious about Chi Xueyan's newlywed partner, but they knew his temper well, so they didn't ask much, they just chatted briefly, anyway, they could see it with their own eyes at the wedding the day after tomorrow.

Among the people present, Su Yu, who was the only one who had seen He Qiao, was the one with the deepest emotion.

He was almost drunk, and sighed next to Chi Xueyan: "To be honest, I was very surprised that day. Even if you have a partner, I thought the other party should be more, more..."

Su Yu struggled for a long time but couldn't find a suitable adjective, so Chi Xueyan casually added: "Crazier?"

"...You said that, not me!" Su Yu smirked, with a tone that deserved to be beaten, "And you two signed such a cold prenuptial agreement, I thought for a moment that you did it to deal with your aunt. It's a fake marriage."

"But I think you're not the kind of person who would wrong yourself. And you added such a clause. I've never seen anyone write this in the agreement—you are not allowed to unilaterally propose a divorce?"

The normally serious lawyer has become a nagging drunk: "So I guess you must still be in love. Anyway, there are many ways to love. Maybe you two love each other in a weird and special way..."

When Chi Xueyan heard the words "love each other", her fingertips, which were taking the wine from the bar, paused.

In the next second, he still put the wine glass in front of Su Yu who was talking nonsense, thinking about getting him drunk quickly.

It's a pity that even though Su Yu's tongue got dizzy from drinking, he still didn't forget the business that must be done tonight, and urged him from time to time: "Hurry up, get on stage! The show!"

Near midnight, the alcohol-soaked atmosphere gradually reached its peak, and everyone was booing.

Chi Xueyan exchanged glances with the band members who had planned ahead, and could only walk helplessly towards the stage full of lights.

Hope he hasn't forgotten about fingering.

The melodious and moving melody quickly spread throughout the space.

Outside the bar, a black car parked under the dimly lit street lights, and a man in a white shirt came out from the back seat.

He walked to the door of the store with a closed sign, and heard the faint sound of music flowing from inside.

He Qiao's footsteps paused for a moment before reaching out and gently pushing the door open.

Chi Xueyan said that he didn't need to pick her up tonight and would call a car to go home.

But it was midnight now.

He owes it to his partner to drink and party late into the night with friends.

Perhaps, also because of a faint curiosity.

Apart from Su Yu, he had no contact with Chi Xueyan's other circle of friends.

When He Qiao walked into the bar, clearer music sounded in his ears.

He walked through the porch, adapting to the sudden dimming of the lights, his eyes flicked among the quietly listening crowd, looking for the gradually familiar figure.

There is a band in the bar performing on the stage. It is an unplugged performance with clean and pure music, which makes the singing full of clarity and power.

A strange male voice sang a song for his lover, an unforgettable hot summer in his memory.

It was the summer night when the typhoon cleared.

He sang to the end, and the melody faded away. When the keyboard player pressed the last key, the audience who had been extremely quiet burst into applause and cheers suddenly.

It was as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He Qiao heard someone shout: "Bassist! Do you want to talk about love!"

This sound seemed to ignite bright fireworks, and everyone shouted, throwing flowers from nowhere on the stage, and the atmosphere in the bar was almost boiling.

He Qiao followed their gazes and looked over.

Then he froze in place.

He saw the man he hadn't been able to spot in the crowd just now.

On the stage, the flamboyant red-haired young man was carrying a bass on his back, looking helplessly at the overwhelming flowers flying towards him below.

There was a large poster on the background wall behind him, on which he still had black hair, delicate and green eyes, and a faint smile, as if he was getting closer to the crowd.

This was Chi Xueyan, whom He Qiao had never seen before.

Be it on posters or on stage.

The audience shouted excitedly whether the bassist would be in a relationship or not, and the voices surged like a tide, as if they would not give up until they got an answer.

So the red-haired young man gave up his resistance, let go of his fingers resting on the strings, and leaned over to hold the microphone stand handed by the lead singer as he did in his student days. He lowered his eyes, but he couldn't hide the flashing smile on his fair face.

Amidst the fervent screams, the lazy voice of the bass player fell into the lover's ears clearly and clearly across a long distance.

"Sorry, I'm married."