So Meng Jingwei wouldn't ask any trivial questions.
Xiao Cheng raised his wrist and checked the time. "It's just five o'clock. Weren't you at the hospital? Why are you here?"
Xiao Cheng was filled with questions about Meng Jingwei appearing here at dawn.
"That's a question I should be asking you," she said.
"Is there anything to ask? What else do men do but drink and womanize?" He shrugged, feigning indifference.
"You can go. I'll pretend I haven't seen you."
Meng Jingwei couldn't forget Xiao Cheng's hatred for Qing Muye, nor could she forget everything that had happened in Country C. But she also knew that Xiao Cheng had never intended to take her life.
The point was, Meng Jingwei dared not provoke Xiao Cheng now, simply out of fear that he might harm the child in her womb.
She withdrew her gaze and walked towards the elevator entrance.
"Since we've met, let's have a meal together."
It was a sincere invitation, but after saying it, Xiao Cheng added, "I'm just inviting you for breakfast. No matter how deep the enmity between me, Xiao Cheng, and Qing Muye, I won't harm you."
"I..."
Meng Jingwei hesitated. "Can I refuse?"
"Are you really going to be so heartless?"
Disappointment laced Xiao Cheng's words. The residual scars on his tanned face made him appear even more cold and sharp.
But she only noticed the coldness on Xiao Cheng's face, failing to notice the faint pain hidden deep within his eyes.
"What do you want to eat? My treat."
She was somewhat afraid to defy Xiao Cheng, fearing he might resort to extreme measures.
"Anything is fine."
Xiao Cheng simply wanted to have a meal with her; he didn't care what they ate.
They walked out of the underground parking lot together, Meng Jingwei on the left, Xiao Cheng on the right, with three to four meters separating them, like an uncrossable chasm.
"You don't have to stay so far away from me. I told you, I won't harm you."
He took in her expression, naturally understanding Meng Jingwei's concerns.
Speaking of which, he chuckled scornfully, "Last time in Country C, I truly saw your ruthlessness."
Xiao Cheng, dressed in a black shirt and jeans, hands shoved into his pockets, looked at her from the side and added, "Honestly, I admire you."
"It was just self-preservation."
Meng Jingwei replied indifferently.
"Your wedding is approaching. As friends, aren't you even going to give me an invitation?"
"Give you an invitation just for you to crash the party?"
"Your wedding, even if the groom isn't me, I won't disrupt it."
Xiao Cheng spoke from the heart.
Hearing his words, Meng Jingwei suddenly stopped, turned sideways, facing Xiao Cheng directly, "Can I believe what you're saying?"
"I wouldn't stoop to lying about something like this."
He gazed at Meng Jingwei. Perhaps the lighting in the parking lot was dim, making it impossible to discern her facial expression.
"But... Little Weiwei, getting married in the eye of the storm, is it you who's foolish or is it him?"
Xiao Cheng wasn't lying. He wouldn't interfere with the wedding, nor would he ruin Meng Jingwei's joyous occasion.
But his inaction didn't mean others wouldn't act.
Meng Jingwei's fair, delicate face was etched with fatigue. "Should people abandon the whole lot because of one bad experience? From the moment you knew my identity, I've been walking on a blade's edge. Even if I don't get married now, will it change your plans?"
She shook her head. "It won't."
"I just don't want to see you get hurt."
Xiao Cheng looked crestfallen, a hint of sadness rippling in his eyes.
"Is that possible?"
Meng Jingwei retorted. Frowning, she avoided looking directly at Xiao Cheng, turning her head to look elsewhere. "As long as you and he are enemies, it's destined that we won't have peace between us."