Although Qing Muye's performance in recent days had disappointed Meng Jingwei slightly, she knew what was more important.
After she spoke, Antina, seated on the foreign male model with blonde hair and blue eyes, showed no intention of speaking.
The man held a toothpick, speared a piece of fruit, and offered it to Antina's mouth. "Baby, calm down."
They conversed in English.
Meng Jingwei stood alone to the side, feeling awkward and out of place.
She was silent for a moment, then said, "What exactly must I do for you to let him go?"
It was a plea delivered in almost a submissive tone.
She, who had always been dignified and composed in front of others, was willing to humble herself for Qing Muye.
That man had protected her for over two years, risking his life and fortune just to ensure she would live without worry.
In a love where both sides were committed, love always felt the need to do something.
"If I, Antina, want to kill someone, it's all according to my mood." Antina leaned back on the sofa. To her left, a male model squatted beside her, massaging her legs, embodying the subservience of a 'male servant' to the bone.
Antina, closing her eyes in enjoyment, pursed her lips and remained silent, leaning back languidly. "What do you think you are, to have the right to negotiate with me?"
In her eyes, Meng Jingwei was not qualified to negotiate with her.
If Xiao Cheng didn't have a place for her in his heart, Antina would have disdained to even look at Meng Jingwei.
"Yes."
Meng Jingwei did not deny it. "I indeed don't have the right to bargain with you."
Her presence here today meant she had no other options.
Of course, she also wanted to see Antina's attitude.
If she was willing to negotiate, that would be great. If not, she would have to make other plans.
Meng Jingwei never imagined seeing such a startling scene when she came to see Antina today. Looking at the two male models beside her, she felt some sympathy for Xiao Cheng and also worried about the child in Antina's womb.
"It's good that you have some self-awareness." Antina snorted arrogantly, glancing at Meng Jingwei with cold eyes, her gaze filled with disdain.
In this world, no one was her match.
"The wronged have their accuser, the indebted have their debtor. If you hate me, come at me. Don't implicate others." Meng Jingwei felt very passive, her every word sounding pale and powerless.
Antina leaned against the legs of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed male model on her right, raising her hand to play with her newly done nails, and said slowly, "That depends on my mood."
As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something and sat up, propping herself on the sofa.
Her displeased gaze scanned Meng Jingwei up and down, then she suddenly smiled. "You really want me to let Qing Muye go? It's not impossible. However..."
With just a look, Meng Jingwei seemed to sense the other party's intention.
"Speak," Meng Jingwei said calmly.
Antina looked at a fruit knife on the table, bent down to pick it up, pressed the button on the switchblade, and with a *swoosh*, the sharp blade sprang out, flashing a cold glint under the living room lights.
She lightly scraped her long fingernails along the blade, then raised her hand and threw the fruit knife directly at Meng Jingwei.
The knife flew towards Meng Jingwei's face. Meng Jingwei reacted swiftly, dodging to the side. With a bang, the dagger embedded deeply into a wine cabinet nearby.
"Good reflexes."
Antina nodded slightly, saying with a smile.
Her tone held a hint of mockery mixed with admiration.
"But I just happen to not see your intelligence, your beauty, and your impressive skills. Tell me... what should we do about that?" Antina sighed, tilting her head to look at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed male model. "Quinn, tell me, what should we leave on that knife?"