“Haven’t we all met now, hahaha…”
He Ka Lingchuan’s eyes were fixed on Meng Jingwei, his pupils radiating a scorching light.
That gaze made Qing Muye extremely displeased.
Meng Jingwei ignored Li Yun’er, simply smiled slightly at He Ka Lingchuan, then walked over to Xiao Cheng. “Long time no see. I couldn’t attend your wedding with Antina last time, but it’s not too late to say ‘Congratulations on your marriage,’ is it?”
As she spoke to Xiao Cheng, she tilted her head to glance at Antina, who was walking over from behind, and a faint smile played on her red lips.
Antina did not reject the sincere gaze and blessings, nor did she find Meng Jingwei overly hypocritical.
This was because Antina knew very well that Meng Jingwei’s heart belonged only to Qing Muye. Even if Xiao Cheng couldn’t let go of Meng Jingwei, it was merely his unrequited love.
Yet, despite this, jealousy had taken deep root in her heart, making it truly difficult to eradicate.
Antina walked to Xiao Cheng’s side, linked her arm through his, and acted intimately. “Thank you.”
They both completely avoided mentioning the pursuit incident at Xishan Villa!
“Come, come, why are you all standing? Sit down. You all know each other, so don’t be too formal,” He Ka Lingchuan called out heartily, instinctively reaching out to grab Meng Jingwei’s wrist to lead her to a seat.
However, no matter how fast he was, could he be faster than Qing Muye?
Qing Muye stepped forward, pulled Meng Jingwei to his side, his movements so swift that He Ka Lingchuan, looking straight ahead at them, did not notice Meng Jingwei being pushed away. Thus, he reached out and grabbed Qing Muye’s wrist.
He Ka Lingchuan had expected that if he initiated holding ‘Meng Jingwei,’ she would definitely struggle and resist given her personality. But there was no reaction at all.
He felt a slight joy in his heart, and the pads of his fingers gently caressed ‘her’ skin. He had thought that Meng Jingwei, being as beautiful as a flower, fair-skinned and lovely, must have skin as delicate and smooth as a peeled egg. But who knew that the skin texture was not soft at all; it even felt like a man’s skin.
Just as He Ka Lingchuan was puzzled, he noticed that the expressions of the few people in front of him were all peculiar, and each person had a strange smile on their face…
He froze, tilted his head to look over, and suddenly realized he was holding a grown man.
A man with a mole on his face, dark and ugly… Tie Zhuzi!
“Prince Lingchuan’s hobbies are indeed unusual.”
Meng Jingwei suppressed her laughter, almost suffering internal injuries.
He Ka Lingchuan was the youngest son of He Ka Qing Tang, and naturally, a young prince. When outside, Meng Jingwei could call him ‘Young Master Lingchuan,’ and outside the royal palace, she had to address him as ‘Prince Lingchuan.’
“Pfft…”
Antoni’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help but laugh, looking at He Ka Lingchuan with deeper meaning.
“Get lost!”
Embarrassed, He Ka Lingchuan glared sharply at Qing Muye, wishing he could strangle him. “Who allowed you to come in? Get out of here quickly.”
Qing Muye lowered his head and remained silent, trying to minimize his presence.
Most of the people present were familiar with him and knew him well. If he spoke too much, he would inevitably expose himself.
“She’s my person. Since Prince Lingchuan doesn’t welcome us, we’ll leave.”
Seeing the man she cherished being bullied, Meng Jingwei naturally had to step forward to protect him.
Saying this, she looked at Qing Muye. “Tie Zhuzi, since Prince Lingchuan doesn’t welcome us, let’s go back.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Qing Muye cooperated tacitly, turning to leave with her.
“I told him to get lost, do you think I’m going to let a mere bodyguard sit down?” He Ka Lingchuan’s expression turned ugly, and he was forced to explain.