But after finishing, she waited for a long time without a response.
Tang Wanxing slowly raised her head, her gaze meeting Qing Muye's. In that instant, she felt the icy chill emanating from the man's dark pupils, as if she were in an ice cellar, trembling with cold.
"Ye, I..."
Her red lips parted, and she tried to say something else, but Qing Muye interrupted her, "I made myself very clear last time. A'Wei and I have a good relationship and already have a child. Tang Wanxing, you should let go of any unrealistic hopes."
He called her…
Tang Wanxing!
Calling her by her full name, he clearly drew a line between them, becoming increasingly distant and cold.
Even if Tang Wanxing were a fortress built of iron and steel, it crumbled in an instant, leaving her staring at him in a daze.
Her expression didn't change much, but her affectionate eyes gradually welled up with tears, filled with pain and sorrow.
"Tang Wanxing?"
She murmured her own name, her voice choked with emotion as her eyes reddened. "You're calling me 'Tang Wanxing'?" She gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Heh, Ye, how many years have we known each other?"
Many years had passed since they first met. This was the first time Tang Wanxing had heard Qing Muye address her by her full name so coldly.
Each word was like a sharp dagger, piercing her heart and drawing blood.
Seeing Tang Wanxing's pained expression, Qing Muye's icy face showed a hint of emotion.
His brows furrowed slightly, and his stern face softened a little.
"You know we've known each other for a long time, and you should know my boundaries." His expression turned grim, and his tone was cold.
Even his eyes conveyed his displeasure.
Tang Wanxing knew Qing Muye had come to confront her, but she felt more unwilling than anything.
"Yes, I know."
Tang Wanxing stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, got two wine glasses, returned, opened the wine, and poured two glasses.
She placed one glass in front of Qing Muye and picked up the other, taking a sip.
"Your boundary is Meng Jingwei. She is the only one in your eyes and heart."
At this point, Tang Wanxing laughed.
Her slender, jade-like fingers held the wine glass, gently swirling the liquid. She sniffed the rich aroma of the wine and said with a smile, "What has Meng Jingwei done for you? All I know is that besides giving you two children, she only drags you down and brings you endless trouble. Yet, you're still devotedly in love with her. I've never understood what kind of spell she cast on you."
Tears, unnoticed, slid from the corners of her eyes.
Tang Wanxing seemed to be talking to herself, "What sin did I commit in my past life to make me meet you and fall in love with you? I clearly love you more than Meng Jingwei, and I even gave up my fertility for you. But what about you? You promised to take care of me for a lifetime, but in the end, you chose her."
She looked up, blinking her long, curled eyelashes, now damp with tears. Her smile was tragically beautiful, "You chose her, chose her..."
Tears rolled down her cheeks, and under the glow of the living room lights, they left two clear tracks on her delicate skin, making her appear even more pitiable.
"Do you still remember what you said after I rescued you from the ice river?"
She looked at him, recalling that time. "You told me then, you said, 'Wanxing, I will be responsible for you.' Later, I found out I could never have children, and you stayed by my bedside, telling me yourself that you would marry me. Why has it all changed? Why?"
Tang Wanxing drained the last sip of red wine in her glass. "Are you Chen Shimei, an ungrateful and heartless man?"