Meng Jingwei stood in the courtyard, watching as Qing Sihui led Old Mrs. Qing into the house. A wave of unspeakable bitterness washed over her.
A Ye, look…
When you’re not here, I can’t even take care of Grandma.
“Young Madam, the old lady’s condition is worsening,” Aunt Chen sighed. “I’m sorry you’re being made to suffer.”
“I’m fine. As long as Grandma is happy.”
Meng Jingwei shook her head and let out a silent sigh. “Grandma’s health is declining. Making her happy is more important than anything else.”
The others followed them into the living room. Qing Sihui patiently coaxed Old Mrs. Qing until she fell asleep.
After a long while, Qing Sihui walked out, his cold eyes glancing at Meng Jingwei. “Long time no see. How have you been lately?”
Qing Sihui, with his tall and straight posture, was already stunningly handsome. His defined jawline further accentuated his sharp facial features. With a stubble, he exuded the sexiness of a mature man, full of charm.
Yet, such a man, with nothing but a good facade, was inwardly cruel and malicious.
Meng Jingwei sat on the sofa, holding a cup of warm water, and took a sip. “I am, of course, doing well. But I wonder, Uncle Seven, do you suffer from nightmares when you wake up in the middle of the night?”
“Hahaha…”
Qing Sihui took off his black wool coat, casually draped it over the back of the sofa, and sat opposite Meng Jingwei, crossing his legs with an arrogant posture. “I eat well and sleep well, so why would I have nightmares?”
“That’s good then.”
Meng Jingwei disdained to speak further with him. She stood up and walked outside, wanting to admire the scenery in the courtyard.
She remembered that around this time last year, she and Qing Muye hadn’t officially gotten together yet. She had only come as Old Mrs. Qing’s adopted granddaughter and stayed overnight due to heavy snow.
The two of them had walked on the path late at night, playing and fooling around. She had accidentally fallen, he had kissed her, and used the opportunity to confess his love.
Every scene seemed to replay as if it were yesterday.
As she walked, a figure appeared beside her.
Qing Sihui had followed her. “Qing Muye is already dead. I advise you to have some self-awareness and hand over all his assets to me. I can then spare your lives, mother and son.”
“Uncle Seven, have you changed careers to become a beggar? Are you begging for things you can’t get?”
Meng Jingwei stepped on the accumulated snow, which crunched with each step. She coldly uttered her words, not even looking at Qing Sihui.
Her words enraged Qing Sihui. His handsome face suddenly contorted into a grimace, but in an instant, it was replaced by a faint smile. “You crippled me back then, and now I’ve killed your man. We’re even. Otherwise, do you think I would really spare your life?”
That incident was an utter humiliation for Qing Sihui.
Heaven knew how many times in the dead of night he had wanted to strangle Meng Jingwei to calm his raging anger.
“Heh.”
She paused her steps and chuckled.
Slowly, she turned her head and looked up at Qing Sihui.
The snow was still falling, and the cold wind raged. Her exhaled breath formed white mist, mixed with snowflakes, which were scattered by the strong wind.
“Then you should be grateful that I showed mercy back then. If I had known today would come, I shouldn’t have just crippled you, but sent you directly to the cycle of reincarnation.”
She said in a deep voice. Her once brilliant, starry eyes were now devoid of their former luster, leaving only unfathomable darkness and coldness.
“Do you think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?”
Qing Sihui pointed his finger at Meng Jingwei’s face, gritting his teeth.
Pei Ying, who had been following closely behind, immediately stepped forward. However, Meng Jingwei slightly raised her hand, waggling her index and middle fingers, signaling her to step back.
“Kill me?”
She raised her delicate eyebrows. “Uncle Seven, you sound so confident. It seems the foreign doctor Anthony found for you is quite capable. Otherwise, if you can’t satisfy Anthony, how will you cling to his golden thigh? Without him, Qing Sihui, what are you?”