Anthony's possessive declaration of ownership was met with a dismissive smile from Qing Sihui. "I'm not interested in women. Men, either. Except... you."
He was offering insincere flattery, but Anthony seemed to relish it. With a firm squeeze of his large hand on Qing Sihui's hip, he turned and left, satisfied. "I'm leaving."
This time, Anthony was truly gone.
From the moment he left the bathroom, Qing Sihui leaned against the wall, unmoving. Even when he heard the front door close from the living room, Qing Sihui didn't react much.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Qing Sihui, with slightly lowered eyelids, slowly raised his gaze, meeting his own reflection in the mirror above the sink opposite him.
The newly polished mirror clearly showed his disheveled state, complete with a repulsive hickey on his collarbone.
A flicker of emotion crossed the man's dejected face, like a storm brewing.
Suddenly, Qing Sihui strode to the mirror, raised his hand, and smashed his fist into the glass. With a loud crash, the mirror shattered, fragments scattering across the floor. Some shards landed in the sink.
As if immune to the pain of his bleeding right hand, Qing Sihui stood stiffly, his fists clenched by his sides.
Only a corner of the wall-mounted mirror remained, and by chance, that corner reflected the hickey on his collarbone, amplifying his sense of shame.
His clenched fists trembled with rage. With lowered eyelids, he glanced at the shards in the sink, picked up a sharp piece of glass, and through the remaining fragment of the mirror, fiercely slashed it across the hickey.
The sharp fragment left a gash on his skin, and crimson blood trickled down his muscular chest, staining the towel wrapped around his waist.
Even with the bleeding, Qing Sihui seemed unsatisfied. He gripped the shard again and made two more cuts at the hickey, not stopping until the area was a bloody mess.
Throughout the entire ordeal, Qing Sihui did not even flinch.
Clang—
His slowly lowered hand grew weak, and the shard fell to the ground. He then proceeded to shower as if he were a walking corpse.
Qing Sihui remained in the bathroom for a full three hours. As evening fell, he emerged and sat on the bed. After much thought, he made a phone call.
"Help me contact a reliable hospital to run some tests..."
...
Meng Jingwei visited Shu Yao at her home after work and had dinner before driving home.
However, she encountered an uninvited guest downstairs from her apartment building.
Carrying her handbag and wearing high heels, she reached the entrance of her apartment building only to find Yun Shasha standing there.
Upon seeing her, Meng Jingwei didn't make a show of ignoring her, knowing Yun Shasha was there specifically to see her.
"Do you need something?"
She walked up to Yun Shasha and asked without any pleasantries.
Yun Shasha's face was still bruised from being beaten by Sato Chofeng at the Western restaurant earlier that day. Her elbow was scraped and bandaged, making her look somewhat haggard.
Despite this, it did nothing to diminish Yun Shasha's stunning beauty.
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but admire her, thinking that Yun Shasha was a natural beauty. As a man, she was so handsome that people dared not look too long, for fear of falling for her. Now, as a woman, she exuded a captivating feminine charm with every gesture.
"At the Western restaurant today..."
Yun Shasha hesitated, then pursed her lips and sighed, "Forget it, I'll just ask directly."
Meng Jingwei remained silent, waiting for her to speak.
"Why were you at the Western restaurant today? Don't tell me... you knew Mumu was there too?"
Yun Shasha, unwilling to beat around the bush, confronted her directly.
"What did you say? Sorry, I didn't catch that."
The sudden accusation made Meng Jingwei scoff, finding Yun Shasha's ability to concoct scenarios truly remarkable.
She knew where Qing Muye was?
Did she have a divine eye, knowing everything without exception? If that were the case, wouldn't she be God?
Sensing Meng Jingwei's dismissive attitude, Yun Shasha became instantly irate. "I don't care how much you still like Mumu, but he's mine, Yun Shasha's. You've already broken up, so don't cling to him anymore. I initially thought you were someone who could let go, but it seems that's not the case. I overestimated you, you..."
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Meng Jingwei raised her hand to cut her off. "What are you talking about? Which eye of yours saw me clinging to Qing Muye? If you're so good at imagining things, it's a shame you don't work for a think tank."
"I know you're upset when I say you're clinging to Mumu. But Mumu truly loves me. I hope you won't act like a third party, constantly seducing Mumu. It's really shameless... Ah!"
Yun Shasha glanced behind Meng Jingwei, and her tone suddenly became sharp, even resorting to insults. The outcome was obvious: Meng Jingwei slapped her without hesitation.
Yun Shasha stumbled back a couple of steps and, losing her balance, fell directly to the ground.
"Meng Jingwei!"
The moment she fell, a familiar voice rang out from behind. Before Meng Jingwei could turn around, she saw Yun Shasha covering her cheek, looking in the direction behind her, and starting to cry, "Wuwuwu... Mumu, why... why are you here? Wuwu..."
Disregarding her disheveled state, she scrambled up from the ground and bowed repeatedly to Meng Jingwei. "Weiwei, although I don't know why you hit me, I apologize. If I did anything wrong, I hope you can forgive me."
Facing Yun Shasha's apology, Meng Jingwei's heart was clear. Such pathetic tactics were truly despicable. However, while she understood Yun Shasha's ploy, she couldn't be sure if Qing Muye was aware of it.
As expected... Qing Muye walked forward, pulled Yun Shasha behind him, his handsome face darkened with a grim expression. He glared at Meng Jingwei and questioned, "Who allowed you to touch Shasha?"
His captivating, handsome face was filled with a chilling coldness. Just a furious glance was enough to plunge Meng Jingwei into an abyss of extreme cold.
Meng Jingwei looked at Qing Muye with a hint of surprise, then glanced at Yun Shasha standing behind him. A smile curved her red lips. So, all the things she had done for him were no match for Yun Shasha's poorly constructed lie. That made sense. After all, the person he had loved, deeply loved, had always been Yun Shasha. How confident had she been to even compare herself to Yun Shasha?
"No one said you couldn't touch her," Meng Jingwei retorted.
"Wuwu... Mumu, forget it. I... I came to find Weiwei today without invitation. Perhaps my attitude was poor and angered her."
Yun Shasha seemed like a woman made of water, her brows furrowed, lips pursed, tears flowing uncontrollably. Her frail, willow-like demeanor made it hard to imagine she had once been male.