"Me,"
Xiao Cheng replied lightly.
Seeing Meng Jingwei's high level of vigilance, he felt gratified while also feeling a pang of heartache.
How much fear and danger had she experienced to develop such astonishing alertness?
Hearing Xiao Cheng's voice, Meng Jingwei put away her dagger. "You... isn't tonight your wedding night? Why are you looking for me?"
"I just wanted to see how busy the woman who cruelly refused to attend my wedding is."
He stood before her, looking down at her.
The room was not lit, only a faint light from afar shone through the glass, vaguely outlining his silhouette but not his features.
Meng Jingwei was momentarily speechless, unsure how to answer Xiao Cheng's question. She slumped onto the sofa powerlessly. "Go back. Antina will be worried if she can't see you."
"She's in a good mood today, drunk."
"You are his husband now, whether she's drunk or sober, you should be by her side."
"Are you telling me what to do?"
"I... I was just giving a kind reminder." Meng Jingwei tilted her head to look out the window and said no more.
Xiao Cheng gave a cold chuckle. Perhaps his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, as he casually walked to the wine cabinet, took a bottle of red wine and two glasses. As he turned, his gaze inadvertently fell upon Meng Jingwei. He belatedly remembered she was pregnant and put back one of the wine glasses.
He sat down opposite Meng Jingwei, placing the wine glass on the table. He easily uncorked the red wine bottle, poured himself a glass, and began to drink.
The rich aroma of wine wafted over, awakening Meng Jingwei's craving.
Heaven knew how much she had wanted to drink to relieve stress, given how preoccupied he had been since Qing Muye went missing. However, being pregnant, she dared not drink.
"What did you come to see me for?"
Meng Jingwei leaned against the armchair, resting her elbow on the armrest and propping her head, watching Xiao Cheng opposite her.
The living room remained unlit. Both seemed to have adapted to the faint light in the dim night, sitting there in silence.
"No matter what, we've been through thick and thin together. Must we be so heartless?" He held his wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and scoffed.
"We're both married now. It's not proper for a man and a woman to be alone in a room."
"Are you worried about me?"
"You're overthinking it. I just don't want to be misunderstood."
Meng Jingwei tilted her head and looked out the window.
The cold winter night, due to the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the room, caused a thin layer of mist to form on the glass, blurring the brilliant lights in her vision.
In the haze, even the lights seemed to take on Qing Muye's appearance, his every smile and frown, his voice echoing in her ears.
"Thinking of him?"
Seeing Meng Jingwei motionless and lost in thought, Xiao Cheng knew she was longing for that person.
She remained silent for a long time. Just as Xiao Cheng was about to break the silence, Meng Jingwei asked, "If he didn't die, would you be enemies for life?"
Xiao Cheng's gaze fell, his dark pupils in the darkness as bright as obsidian after rain. But as her voice faded, the light in his eyes instantly vanished.
"Yes."
His slender fingers holding the wine glass tightened, and he said firmly, "Until death do us part."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
Silence fell once more.
It wasn't that Meng Jingwei didn't want to respond to Xiao Cheng, but she truly didn't know how to continue the conversation.
Xiao Meiyan's death was directly related to Qing Muye, but half of the responsibility lay with her own self-inflicted fate.
Even setting aside Xiao Meiyan's death, Qing Muye's past actions against Xiao Cheng would have made Xiao Cheng his relentless enemy.