The man raised an eyebrow and smiled, pulling out a tissue. He casually wiped the water stains from his face and said indifferently, "Little Weiwei, how long have we known each other? Do you really think I wouldn't understand you? From the night you borrowed my phone, I noticed something was off. Did you really think I knew nothing?"
Meng Jingwei felt an overwhelming dizziness. Even Xiao Cheng's words sounded muffled by tinnitus.
"Since we've slept together, why don't you just marry me? Otherwise, if outsiders find out, tell me, who else would you be able to marry in the future?"
From beginning to end, a calm smile remained on his face, more like the triumphant smile of someone in power.
"You bastard..."
*Bang*—
As soon as Meng Jingwei finished speaking, she collapsed.
Just before losing consciousness, she suddenly understood.
The reason Xiao Cheng was here was because he had long suspected her. Before she came to this private room, he had bribed a waiter at the Western restaurant and tampered with her drink.
Overconfident and careless.
Meng Jingwei never imagined things would be exposed so quickly.
She also never expected that a simple dinner outing with Yue Shuyao would escalate to this situation.
...
After an unknown period of unconsciousness, Meng Jingwei woke up.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a hotel.
The room was familiar; the murals on the wall were identical to the room she had stayed in that other time.
Meng Jingwei lay on the bed, struggling to sit up, but her body was weak.
However, when she turned her head, Xiao Cheng's face was right beside her.
"Little Weiwei, you're awake?"
Xiao Cheng was shirtless, his elbow propped on the pillow, supporting his chin. He playfully reached out his other hand and gently caressed her face. "Tsk tsk... your skin is so good, it makes one want to kiss you."
"Take your dirty hands off!"
Meng Jingwei gritted her teeth, her anger surging to her forehead.
At that moment, she could almost feel the rush of blood from her fury.
"Dirty? Heh heh."
Xiao Cheng chuckled sinisterly. His smile, on that face, looked even more ferocious, making him appear like a demon from hell, emanating a chilling aura.
He laughed, then suddenly grabbed Meng Jingwei's cheeks with great force, causing her pain.
He tilted his head and said in a low voice, "This is dirty? I haven't even minded that you've been with Qing Muye. How dare you call me dirty? Do you think you're so pure, huh? On the day Li Yun'er was engaged to Qing Muye, in the hotel, he was with you while talking to me on the phone. At that time, you didn't feel dirty then?"
With their masks off, Xiao Cheng's words became unrestrained, exposing all of Meng Jingwei's past shameful affairs.
He ruthlessly tore open her old wounds.
Meng Jingwei winced in pain. "Why are you doing this to me?"
She couldn't understand.
"Why? Because I love you, and I want to have you. I, Xiao Cheng, have poured my heart out for you. And you? Just because Xiao Meiyan exposed Li Yun'er's video, you think it's worth it for you to deal such a heavy blow to my sister and me? My sister loved dancing so much, she was such a beautiful girl, and now she has a limp. It will take a while to recover. And she can never dance again, understand that!!"
Xiao Cheng's emotions were highly charged. He squeezed Meng Jingwei's cheeks with a force that seemed as if he wanted to crush her bones.
He looked like a madman who had been provoked, his every pore radiating madness.
"You and Qing Muye ruined my sister, and made me, Xiao Cheng, be ridiculed in Lancheng. So now, I want to make you taste the bitterness of pain."
As he spoke, he pointed to the side. A video recorder was placed there, aimed at the bed.
Xiao Cheng continued, "Do you know how to make someone suffer? Hahaha, of course, it's by destroying the person they love most with your own hands. I'm going to record the whole thing, and let Qing Muye see firsthand how his beloved woman is toyed with by me."
At this moment, Xiao Cheng regretted not having acted against her during their previous encounter in the hotel.
"Xiao Cheng, if you dare touch me, believe me, I'll die to show you?"
Meng Jingwei's words were not a threat to Xiao Cheng.
If he were to 'touch' her again, she truly would want to die.
But before dying, she would drag Xiao Cheng down with her!
"If you want to die, I'll have to decide if I give you that chance."
Xiao Cheng paid no mind to Meng Jingwei's words, likely not believing she would commit suicide just because he touched her.
After all, hadn't she been touched by Qing Muye before?
Without further ado, Xiao Cheng leaned in to kiss Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei slightly turned her cheek, avoiding him.
This rejection made Xiao Cheng frown, and his anger surged immediately.
He stared intently at Meng Jingwei, his eyes narrowed, his pupils filled with icy hostility.
In the next moment, he reached out and gripped Meng Jingwei's neck. "What's wrong? Am I, Xiao Cheng, not worthy of sleeping with you? You didn't even resist when Qing Muye was with you then!"
Xiao Cheng always remembered that time at the engagement banquet of Li Yun'er and Qing Muye, in the Hilton Hotel. When she called Meng Jingwei, he vaguely felt her voice sounded off, and had thought it was an auditory hallucination at the time.
Only after seeing Meng Jingwei come out wearing different clothes, and then having people check the surveillance footage, did he confirm that the indecent things they had done in the lounge.
Meng Jingwei glared at him, her neck held tightly in his grip, feeling as if her trachea was about to shatter.
Her face turned red. She instinctively resisted and struggled, but suddenly realized her hands could move slightly.
Meng Jingwei gritted her teeth and, with all her might, lifted her arm and moved it inch by inch towards her neck to pry off Xiao Cheng's hand.
But Xiao Cheng's strength was too great. She didn't have even a tenth of his power, so how could she be a match for him?
"Ugh..."
Meng Jingwei was in excruciating pain, her mind gradually going blank as if starved of oxygen. She couldn't pry off Xiao Cheng's hand, but her fingers inadvertently touched the sapphire necklace worth sixty million, which was around her neck.
She clenched the necklace in her small hand, and with a surge of strength from somewhere, she tore the necklace apart. Her thumb pressed against the black wing that encased the sapphire.
With a gentle push, the wing opened upwards, like the scissor doors of a luxury car.
Meng Jingwei grabbed the gem, her thumb resting on the hollow wing, and with a sudden exertion of force, she slashed it across Xiao Cheng's face.
Holding the 'weapon', she grazed Xiao Cheng's facial skin, almost feeling the faint sound of it being cut.
"Hiss..."
Caught off guard, Xiao Cheng was scratched on the cheek by Meng Jingwei's hidden weapon. The pain caused him to release Meng Jingwei instantly. He covered his face, and a sticky stream of blood immediately slid down his cheek.
The wound was very deep, a seven or eight-centimeter gash. In an instant, blood dripped down his cheek onto the clean white bedsheet, dyeing it red.
Xiao Cheng's lips trembled slightly from the pain, and he stared at Meng Jingwei in disbelief and rage...