"I know."
"Since you know, what are you hoping for?"
Antina's question went unanswered.
She leaned against Qing Muye, her long, dense eyelashes framing sapphire eyes that held a hint of sadness. After a long pause, she spoke again, "What will it take for you to forget her?"
"Perhaps only death will sever my thoughts of her."
Xiao Cheng had once been labeled a 'playboy,' but in reality, he had always been devoted. His affairs were merely fleeting encounters. Within the Xiao family, he was not favored by anyone. The only ones who had ever been kind to him, besides his sister Xiao Meiyan, were Meng Jingwei.
During his darkest hours, Meng Jingwei's presence had offered his lonely soul a sense of belonging. He gradually realized he had fallen in love with that woman. She was a woman as radiant as a pearl, intelligent, beautiful, and exceptionally capable, constantly exuding charm. Especially her smile, innocent and bright, like a gentle breeze that could sweep away his sorrow and troubles. It was like a warm sun, thawing his icy heart.
To forget her was impossible. Only death, his own death, could extinguish this affection.
Antina's gaze flickered, and she tightened her grip on his waist. "Are you hungry? Let's go down for dinner." If Meng Jingwei died, and Xiao Cheng could forget her, then she, Antina, wouldn't mind being the executioner. Antina had completely misinterpreted Xiao Cheng's words.
The two went downstairs to eat. As they finished breakfast in the dining room, Han Junyan appeared.
"Why are you eating breakfast so late?" Han Junyan, dressed in a white suit, smiled elegantly. "Did I arrive too early?"
"Of course not. Would you like to join us for something?" Antina asked with a smile towards Han Junyan.
"No, thank you. You all continue," he replied, then looked at Xiao Cheng. "We'll talk later."
Antina's eyes, bright as stars, instantly lost their luster. The sandwich in her mouth suddenly lost its taste. She feigned composure and continued eating, but her mind was filled with Meng Jingwei's image. What magic did that woman possess to have both Han Junyan and Xiao Cheng so captivated?
After the meal, Antina left the living room to practice her marksmanship in the training room. Xiao Cheng and Han Junyan walked out of the living room and strolled through the castle.
"Are you here for her?" Xiao Cheng asked, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, his tone casual.
"I always thought Qing Muye was a clever man, but I didn't expect him to be so foolish. Holding such a grand wedding ceremony, isn't that just pushing her into a fiery pit?" Han Junyan shook his head in lament, seemingly unable to comprehend Qing Muye's thoughts.
"You are her adversary now, yet you constantly side with her?" Xiao Cheng paused, turning slightly. "Han Junyan, what are you thinking? Hmm?"
Bathed in the morning light, Xiao Cheng, wearing a tank top that revealed his bronzed, muscular arms, had a handsome face that, with a scar, appeared even more mature, exuding the charm of a grown man at all times. His demeanor was completely different from the gentle and refined Han Junyan.
"Heh. And you?"
"Me?" Faced with Han Junyan's question, Xiao Cheng raised an eyebrow. Their eyes met, and they both smiled.
...
Lan City.
Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei obtaining their marriage certificate became a trending topic on Weibo, causing an immediate uproar online.
"Holy shit, what's going on?"
"Isn't this woman the one who was previously engaged to Qing Muye?"
"Rich people are truly promiscuous. He broke off his engagement with one sister and is now engaged to the other!"
"Didn't Young Master Qing have issues with his orientation? I saw him kissing a man in the mall before."
"Damn, that's some twisted taste."
"Your circles are so messy."
"Isn't Meng Jingwei Madam Qing's god-sister? They actually got married!"
"His ex-fiancée had a chaotic private life; she deserved to have the engagement canceled."