He Xiaomingjin didn't say much, cast a meaningful glance at Li Yun'er, and followed Meng Jingwei into the tea house.
Inside the tea house, they asked the owner for a private room, and the group sat down.
He Xiaomingjin took the menu and, after inquiring about Meng Jingwei's preferences, ordered the current Maojian tea and several specialty dim sums.
"Oh, Qing Muye is barely dead, and you already have a new love? Aren't you afraid he won't rest in peace in the netherworld?" Li Yun'er leaned against a rattan chair and said sarcastically.
Because she wore a silver hat, the silver tassels hanging from its brim made a pleasant, bell-like sound with every slight movement.
Meng Jingwei's expression turned slightly grim. Her sharp gaze fixed on Li Yun'er. Before she could speak, He Xiaomingjin immediately interjected, "Did Miss Li just crawl out of a privy? You spew filth from your mouth."
"And who are you? Was I talking to you?"
Li Yun'er slightly raised her chin, her demeanor haughty, and her gaze towards He Xiaomingjin was filled with disdain.
"Who I am is not important. I just find your arrogant and overbearing behavior disgusting," he said frankly.
"You're not old, could you be Meng Jingwei's kept man?" Li Yun'er chuckled, covering her mouth. "It's understandable. After all, her beloved husband passed away not long ago, and having a man who knows how to comfort her by her side would prevent her from being too sad."
"You..."
He Xiaomingjin was enraged. He shot up and charged directly at Li Yun'er.
Li Yun'er, startled, stood up and took a step back. "Do you want to hit me? Let me tell you, before you hit me, you'd better know who I am."
"Don't be too impulsive."
At this moment, Meng Jingwei stood up.
She walked to He Xiaomingjin, pulled him behind her, and cast a cold glance at Li Yun'er.
Then, under the watchful eyes of He Xiaomingjin and Han Junyan, Meng Jingwei suddenly lifted her leg and kicked towards Li Yun'er's face.
But at the critical moment, Han Junyan pulled Li Yun'er aside and stepped forward to shield her.
Meng Jingwei's kick missed. She retracted her leg, glaring at Han Junyan, and then cast a look at Li Yun'er standing behind him. Her small fists clenched, her eyes filled with surprise and disappointment.
"I never realized you were so devoted to her."
No matter what, she had never expected Han Junyan to step forward and defend Li Yun'er at this moment.
Suddenly, she thought of the bracelet on her wrist, and without hesitation, she took it off and threw it directly at him. "I've wanted to return this bracelet to you for a long time. Today... it's returned to its rightful owner."
Han Junyan raised his hand and steadily caught the bracelet. He lowered his head, gazing at the bracelet in his palm, as if it still held a trace of warmth.
His sword-like brows furrowed, and a flicker of pain flashed in his dark pupils.
When he looked up, his gaze was clear. "Li Yun'er, you cannot be touched. She..."
"Your contribution to A Ye's 'death' is undeniable. I'll let you and Li Yun'er go today, but I will settle this score sooner or later!"
Meng Jingwei warned in a deep voice.
"That depends on whether you can live to see that day. Meng Jingwei, do you think the Hidden Clan can tolerate you? There are so many people here waiting to kill you."
Li Yun'er gave her a disdainful look.
At this moment, she had clearly forgotten that she had the same face as Meng Jingwei, let alone her true identity.
"You'd better pray that Han Junyan never leaves your side."
Meng Jingwei uttered her parting words and turned to leave.
After she left, He Xiaomingjin glanced at Li Yun'er. "You know this is the Hidden Clan, right? Then you should always be aware of your identity. Even if you die as a substitute, you will only die before her."
With that, he left with a flourish.
Li Yun'er was slightly stunned. The sudden slam of a door startled her back to consciousness. "He, he... Who is he? How does he know about me?"