Living a life that was pathetic, laughable, and pitiable.
She didn't know how long she had been sitting on the bed. Night had fallen, and the room was plunged into darkness.
Meng Jingwei sat on the bed, feeling the gentle sway of the boat, but not feeling dizzy.
Creak—
The door opened, and someone else entered.
The person who walked in was a stranger. Seeing Meng Jingwei sitting blankly on the bed, she was startled, immediately turned to leave, and then Meng Jingwei heard her shout, "Dessertini, Dessertini, the young master is awake."
Following that, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.
Dessertini and Old Chen Tou entered together.
"Haha, the brat is awake?" Old Chen Tou entered and found Meng Jingwei awake, sitting on the bed, facing the window motionlessly. He knew she was not in a good mood.
He instinctively glanced at Dessertini, and seeing Dessertini walk forward, he asked, "Jingwei, are you alright?"
Meng Jingwei didn't turn her head. Even hearing Old Chen Tou's familiar address felt like a sharp dagger plunged deep into her heart. The heart-wrenching pain gradually spread, flowing into her veins, immersing her whole body in a fine, stabbing pain.
It was dense, driving her mad.
"Where is Song Ci?"
She remained motionless, merely asking in a cold, mechanical tone.
Old Chen Tou's brow furrowed. With his hands clasped behind his back, he slowly walked to her side. "I didn't discuss this matter with you. The rules of the Hidden Clan do not permit outsiders. Therefore, I had someone escort him away."
A perfunctory explanation, but it was still an explanation.
Meng Jingwei remained still as a statue.
After a long while, she slowly turned her neck, her cold and terrifying gaze falling on Old Chen Tou. Her eyes were filled with icy chill and a sense of unfamiliarity.
Just a glance made Old Chen Tou's heart tremble.
After all, she was a child he watched grow up. Not his biological child, but he treated her as if she were.
"What did you put in the water?" Meng Jingwei directly questioned.
Old Chen Tou knew Meng Jingwei was very smart and had anticipated she would ask this upon waking. He explained, "After Mu Ye 'passed away', I saw that you were not in a good state, so I put some medicine in the water, hoping you would sleep well."
"Are you sure it wasn't so you could get rid of Song Ci while I was asleep?"
Meng Jingwei's words were sharp.
Her cold, icy gaze fixed on him, making Old Chen Tou's skin crawl.
He didn't dare to look directly, turning his head elsewhere.
Dessertini, standing by, immediately stepped forward to explain, "Jingwei, this was my idea. It has nothing to do with Teacher."
"Shut up!"
Meng Jingwei reprimanded sharply, "I'm talking to Old Chen Tou, why are you butting in?"
She showed no pleasantries.
Her entire being seemed to be in an ice cellar, enveloped in a chilling cold, carrying a powerful aura that inexplicably exuded a sense of pressure.
Dessertini immediately fell silent. Perhaps feeling guilty, she dared not retort.
"Alright, you go out first."
Old Chen Tou said to Dessertini.
Dessertini looked at Old Chen Tou, then at Meng Jingwei, and turned to walk out of the room, looking back repeatedly, closing the door, but staying at the doorway.
In the room, only the master and disciple remained.
Meng Jingwei stared straight at Old Chen Tou, "What do you mean?"
She directly questioned him.
It was only today that Meng Jingwei truly understood that she, along with Qing Mu Ye, had been manipulated by Old Chen Tou.
Previously, Old Chen Tou had tricked Qing Mu Ye, telling him to fake a breakup with her so he could secretly build his forces and, one day, assist her with Qing Mu Ye's strength.
Now, it seemed Old Chen Tou had used this lie to trick Qing Mu Ye into breaking up with her, thereby giving her the opportunity to be thoroughly disappointed with Qing Mu Ye and completely break up with him.