She loaded the bullet, then placed the handgun on the low table with a bang. "Here, I'm giving you a chance. Avenge Meng Jingwei. I won't resist at all."
Tang Wanxing leaned on the edge of the low table, her hand on the gun, pushing it towards him. "You saved my life once when I was almost killed on a mission. This life is yours, given by you. If you want it back now, I have no complaints."
If Tang Wanxing's previous actions were mere pretense, then at this moment, there was absolutely no trace of acting in her demeanor.
It was only when truly heartbroken and in unbearable pain that she would act irrationally and make a series of moves.
Qing Muye lowered his gaze, his dark pupils fixed on the handgun beneath her slender, fair fingers. His brow furrowed.
With a cigarette clamped between his lips, he took a drag and exhaled a faint wisp of smoke. "Everything before this is null and void. Tang Wanxing, listen to me. If there's a next time, and you dare to lay a hand on Awei again, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life."
They had gone through life and death together, acting as 'brothers' for a period. There was a bond between them.
Of course, it was the camaraderie of close friends.
It was just unexpected that things would turn out this way.
Qing Muye received no answer from Tang Wanxing, tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and got up to leave.
"Don't go, don't go!"
Seeing him about to leave, Tang Wanxing immediately rushed forward, grabbing his hand. "Ye, you can't go, *wuwu*... you can't go, I won't let you leave!"
Standing behind Qing Muye, Tang Wanxing directly embraced his waist from behind, pressing her cheek tightly against his back. She closed her eyes, letting tears stream down.
She sobbed, choked with emotion, "I've loved you for so many years. Haven't you ever felt anything for me?"
Tang Wanxing's proximity involuntarily brought Qing Muye back to memories of their shared experiences during their most dangerous missions.
Compared to the Tang Wanxing of today, he preferred the former her – the one who was spirited, heroic, and decisive in her actions.
Perhaps it was the entanglement of emotions that made everything less pure.
Qing Muye remained unmoved. He raised his hand to pry off Tang Wanxing's grip, but she held on too tightly. He had to uncurl her fingers one by one.
"I am a married man. You should maintain distance and, more importantly, boundaries."
Even with Tang Wanxing's considerable strength, it was no match for half of Qing Muye's.
He ruthlessly pushed her away and walked out without looking back.
"You stop right there!"
Seeing his resolute departure, Tang Wanxing cried out in heartbreak, "Ye, my heart belongs only to you. If you don't want me, I'll die right in front of you!"
With that, she ran to the low table, grabbed a fruit knife, and aimed it at her left wrist. "You know, I always do what I say!"
Qing Muye had not anticipated things escalating to this point.
Let alone him, even Tang Wanxing hadn't expected herself to lose emotional control and resort to threatening suicide.
Qing Muye turned back, his clear eyes glancing at Tang Wanxing, his gaze shifting to the dagger in her hand. "As an adult, you should take responsibility for your words and actions. You signed a contract with Director Li for 'The Orphaned Daughter of the General's Family.' There are thousands of people in the crew working tirelessly every day. If you were to be seriously injured and hospitalized now, have you considered whether those people are innocent?"
"I can't think about all that."
Tang Wanxing choked back tears. "Do you think I... what I came to the film set for? It's because Meng Jingwei is here, and because she's here, you'll visit often. I just wanted to see you more."
She revealed her true feelings, confessing the original intention behind joining the film crew to Qing Muye.
A flicker of surprise flashed in Qing Muye's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "You are too stubborn."