She asked the man beside her.
The man, named Quinn, cast a meaningful glance at Meng Jingwei. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Darling, don't you hate her beauty? If she were disfigured, wouldn't all problems be solved?"
"Disfigured?"
Antina murmured the two words, her unfathomable gaze once again fell on Meng Jingwei.
To be precise, she was looking at her extremely delicate face, with eyes like paintings, rosy lips, and white teeth. Her appearance was distinctly oriental, and her aloof aura added a touch of beautiful allure that kept people at a distance.
"Quinn, you're so wicked."
She reached out and poked Quinn's firm abdominal muscles, "But it's indeed a good idea." She gave him a thumbs-up in praise.
Then, she turned back, her red lips curving into an arc, "Did you hear that?" Antina extended her hand, her slender, long fingers pointing to the fruit knife embedded in the wooden wine cabinet. "If you disfigure yourself today, I promise not to lay a hand on Qing Muye. It'll be considered fulfilling your request."
This was considered fulfilling her request?
Meng Jingwei felt it was more like a torment.
Her expression remained unchanged. She turned her head, her gaze calm and unfazed, towards the fruit knife. She walked over and pulled the fruit knife out of the wine cabinet.
It had to be said, Antina had good skills.
The fruit knife was embedded several centimeters deep, and Meng Jingwei had to exert some force to pull it out.
Looking down at the fruit knife glinting coldly, Meng Jingwei raised the blade. "The knife is nice. It would be a shame to see it shed blood." She looked up and met Antina's eyes. "My home happens to be short of a fruit knife. Let's consider it a gift from Miss Antina. Thank you."
Meng Jingwei closed the fruit knife, holding it as she turned and walked towards the suite.
In the living room, Antina and the two male models beside her watched Meng Jingwei leave the room, none of them speaking.
As she was about to exit the door, Antina called out loudly, "If you dare to walk out of this door, there will be no room for turning back. Not only will you die, but Qing Muye will also die. Of course, your two children will not escape death either."
Meng Jingwei, walking towards the door, paused. Her expression turned ugly for a moment, then she curved her lips into a smile, "I'll accompany you to the end."
She opened the door and walked out of the living room without looking back.
She had come today to test Antina's attitude.
Since her stance was so firm, it meant there was no room for negotiation.
After leaving the hotel, Meng Jingwei drove back to her own hotel. After washing up, she lay on the bed but felt no sleepiness.
She took out her phone. There were no messages or calls from Qing Muye.
She knew that Antina's father was already targeting Zhuo Rui Technology, and Qing Muye was busy dealing with company matters.
She learned this information from Qi He's investigation.
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Fortunately, she had a private detective agency and two exceptionally capable left and right-hand men. Otherwise, she would be in a very passive situation right now.
Early in the morning, Shen Liannuo came to knock on the door.
Meng Jingwei, who had slept for just over an hour, got up, walked to the living room, and opened the door. She yawned as she looked at Shen Liannuo standing outside with a crutch, "Good morning."
"Such dark circles under your eyes. Were you stealing men yesterday without me?" Shen Liannuo teased.
Meng Jingwei shuffled in her slippers into the living room, "If I brought you along, would you pay? No, you'd just call for more men."
She reached out and patted the pocket of her pajamas, "My purse is empty."
"I'm considered a wealthy and beautiful woman now. If it's about finding men, you have no money, but I do," Shen Liannuo said with a smile.