Tang Wanxing thought Qing Muye was returning, but when she opened the door, the person standing at the entrance was Qiao Ziqian.
"Are you alright?"
Qiao Ziqian's face was filled with worry, as if fearing some accident might befall Tang Wanxing.
"No, I'm fine."
She shook her head, her gaze subconsciously drifting towards the corridor, her eyes filled with a trace of expectation and longing.
Loving someone is persistent.
Tang Wanxing deeply loved Qing Muye. She had originally thought that after Qing Muye divorced Meng Jingwei, she would have endless possibilities with him. Who would have known that it was all a deception?
She turned and entered the living room, and Qiao Ziqian followed her.
He asked with concern, "What did you say just now?"
Tang Wanxing slumped onto the sofa, holding a pillow, and sighed, "He said he and Meng Jingwei never divorced, and they are doing well. Moreover, he..."
"He what?"
"He said that the only wife he would ever have in this life is Meng Jingwei."
This sentence delivered a devastating blow of ten thousand points to Tang Wanxing.
No one knew how heartbroken she was when she heard Qing Muye's words.
"So, you're saying that the announcement of their divorce by Big Brother was just a smokescreen?"
Qiao Ziqian thought carefully and seemed to understand something. "Big Brother probably did this because my father went to see him. Father's status in the capital is something he knows very well. He must have been worried that my father would resort to some clumsy means to coerce him. Therefore, he announced his divorce from Meng Jingwei, but in reality, it was to protect Meng Jingwei."
His analysis was accurate and insightful.
"Yes, what you said is all correct." Tang Wanxing didn't wish for Qiao Ziqian's words to be true, but the facts proved that he was indeed right.
Seeing her lost and melancholic despair, Qiao Ziqian felt a pang of heartache.
Clearly, there was someone behind her who loved and cherished her, waiting for her, yet she never bothered to turn around and look.
"Xingxing, is loving someone very painful?" he asked, as if possessed.
Tang Wanxing, lying on the pillow, her gaze unfocused, replied, "Painful, how could it not be? It's more bitter than Chinese medicine."
"Yes."
Qiao Ziqian let out a long sigh. "Much more bitter than Chinese medicine."
He understood deeply and knew it well.
The man sat sideways, his elbow resting on the back of the sofa, his chin propped in his hand. "What are your plans now?"
She remained silent.
"Loving someone who doesn't love you is destined to have no ending. Xingxing, one must know when to call it quits. Love is the same principle." He was trying to persuade her, to make her give up this fruitless relationship with Qing Muye.
Tang Wanxing shook her head. "I've loved him for ten years, how can I let go now?"
"But he loves Meng Jingwei, can't you be more clear-headed!"
Suddenly, Qiao Ziqian's emotions flared, and he rebuked her.
Tang Wanxing's thoughts returned, and her beautiful eyes looked at him. "So what? I saved his life, and I've been through life and death with him. Moreover, I can give him everything he wants. What can Meng Jingwei give Ye? She can give him nothing!"
"Indeed, material wealth and power are things Meng Jingwei cannot provide. But she can provide love, and that is enough."
For Qing Muye, although he was not the richest man in the world, his net worth surpassed that of the vast majority of people, and his demand for money was not great.
Relatively speaking, in terms of emotions, perhaps she could give him the greatest satisfaction.
It was precisely this kind of emotion that Tang Wanxing could not give.
Everything Qiao Ziqian was saying to Tang Wanxing at this moment seemed to stem from his own personal experiences.
Looking at himself, was he not the same as Tang Wanxing, pathetically persistent?