"Uncle, I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"
Only if Qiao Ziqian didn't reveal his identity could she prove that Meng Jingwei's car accident had nothing to do with her.
"You say."
"This is what I'm thinking..."
On the phone, Tang Wanxing told Qing Kangyu her idea. They discussed a countermeasure and finally settled on a plan.
Then came the long wait of an hour.
Tang Wanxing paced restlessly in the living room of the suite, sighing frequently.
Knock, knock, knock—
Finally.
After the long hours passed, there was a knock on the suite door.
Tang Wanxing walked to the suite door, opened it, and saw Qing Muye standing outside. She forced a smile, "Ye, you're here in such a hurry, did something important happen?"
Pretending ignorance when she knew the truth was no challenge at all for an actress.
Qing Muye stood tall and straight, his sharp eyes fixed on Tang Wanxing, trying to discern any subtle changes in her expression. However, she was too calm, showing no signs of abnormality.
Tang Wanxing opened the door wider, "Come in."
Qing Muye remained silent, his expression still cold, and stepped inside.
Seeing him enter, Tang Wanxing closed the door and stood beside him, gesturing for him to proceed, "I haven't had dinner yet, why don't we eat together?"
A lavish dinner was laid out on the coffee table, the exquisite dishes looking mouth-watering, but Qing Muye had no appetite.
He walked to the sofa and sat down, leaning back. His cold eyes slightly raised, he asked in a deep voice, "Is there something you want to tell me?"
At some point, Qing Muye's attitude towards Tang Wanxing had become exceptionally indifferent.
Even though Tang Wanxing didn't want to notice, it was hard not to.
A trace of pain began to creep into her heart, making it tremble slightly.
Feeling the dense ache in her chest, the smile on her lips became even more strained and self-mocking.
"Tell you what?"
Tang Wanxing feigned ignorance, "Are you waiting for me to confess my feelings to you?"
She walked to the water dispenser and made Qing Muye a cup of coffee she had prepared earlier, placing it before him. "Pure hand-ground coffee, taste it."
Even though the suite had central air conditioning, the steaming cup of coffee on the table still emitted wisps of heat.
Qing Muye's gaze fixed on the coffee. After a moment of silence, he asked directly, "You know Qiao Ziqian, don't you?"
"Qiao Ziqian? Of course, I do."
A flicker of panic crossed Tang Wanxing's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. Her emotions vanished as quickly as they appeared, too fast for Qing Muye to catch.
"He's Qing Kangyu's son?" he asked.
"Uncle Qing's son? Of course not. Uncle Qing's son has been abroad and hasn't returned yet."
She propped her elbows on her knees, resting her chin on her hand, forcing a calm demeanor. "You came all this way just to ask about someone else? Ye, you know, actually... I have a lot I want to say to you."
Tang Wanxing wanted to change the subject.
As soon as she finished speaking, Qing Muye remained silent, so she continued, "We've known each other for many years, and I've never had the chance to express my feelings to you. Since you're here today, I still want to tell you."
She pursed her lips, and as she was about to confess, she nervously clenched the hem of her skirt. "I... I've liked you for many years. Ye, I'm willing to give up everything to be with you. Can you give me a chance?"
During her confession, Tang Wanxing dared not look directly into Qing Muye's eyes, instead lowering her head to gaze at the cup of coffee on the table, finishing in one breath.