If Qing Muye were a scumbag, Tang Wanxing would only regret her poor judgment in falling for him.
But Qing Muye was an upright and righteous man, making her love him even more uncontrollably.
Fate was cruel.
The deeper her love for him grew, the more unattainable he became.
Wasn't this a form of psychological torment?
"I'm sorry."
Qing Muye didn't evade the past. "I did say that back then. But don't you remember your reply to me?"
As Qing Muye spoke, Tang Wanxing stiffened, her tears seemingly frozen in place.
"'You said, 'I don't need you to be responsible'!"
Qing Muye repeated Tang Wanxing's exact words from years ago.
Tang Wanxing slumped over the armrest of the sofa, turning her head. Her reddened eyes looked at him as she said, "Yes, I said that. But I was just saying it."
"But I took it seriously."
To Qing Muye, there were no words spoken in jest.
If Tang Wanxing had agreed to him taking responsibility, he would have seen it through to the end.
Naturally, none of the subsequent events with Meng Jingwei would have occurred.
However, Tang Wanxing had unequivocally refused at the time. Qing Muye assumed Tang Wanxing didn't like him and had no feelings for him, so he didn't dwell on it, only wishing to compensate her in other ways.
"You... heh heh heh..." Tang Wanxing was angered into laughter. Tears streamed down her face, her red lips curved into a smile.
She eventually laughed so hard that her body shook, her demeanor bordering on hysterical.
"You took it seriously... you took it seriously... Hahaha!"
Tang Wanxing slammed the wine glass down onto the floor. "You're a liar. It was just an excuse you made because you like Meng Jingwei. None of you men are any good, not a single one!"
With that, Tang Wanxing covered her face with her hands and sobbed onto her knees.
Seeing her wail, Qing Muye felt a flicker of annoyance, mixed with a touch of pity.
He reached up and tugged at the tie around his neck, speaking with a hint of irritation, "I came here today to ask you if you had anything to do with Ah Wei being poisoned."
Even as Tang Wanxing was drowning in her emotional despair, Qing Muye ruthlessly interrogated her.
The already suffering Tang Wanxing received another heavy blow.
She looked up, wiping the tears from her face, and then pulled out a few tissues to dab her tear-streaked hands. She composed herself.
When she looked at him again, her delicate face had turned cold. "No."
Her answer was sharp and decisive.
"I'll ask you again, does Ah Wei's situation have anything to do with you?" Qing Muye's tone grew colder.
Tang Wanxing's gaze was indifferent. "No."
Her unhesitating reply was quite 'frank'.
"Then I'll change the question." Qing Muye took out a cigarette pack from his suit pocket, extracted a cigarette, placed it between his lips, lit it, and took a drag. "Was it you who caused Ah Wei to fall into the artificial lake at the film studio last time?"
"Yes."
Tang Wanxing admitted it.
She turned her face to look out the window. "I had a bit to drink that time, and I was impulsive. I did do wrong, and I regretted it afterwards, but I didn't dare admit it."
Tang Wanxing turned back, bent down, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and downed it in gulps.
The un-aerated red wine was particularly potent and went straight to her head.
But she drank directly from the bottle.
Perhaps from drinking too quickly, a streak of red wine spilled from the corner of her lips, tracing a path down her neck and soaking the collar of her dress.
Qing Muye averted his gaze.
Bang—!
Tang Wanxing placed the wine bottle on the table with such force that she nearly shattered it.
"Go ahead, how do you want to avenge your 'Ah Wei'?" Tang Wanxing stood up, walked into the bedroom, and returned a moment later, holding a pistol.