When the matter of 'revenge' was brought up, Meng Jingwei's heart skipped a beat, and she felt uneasy.
"I'm not clear about this matter yet. I'll tell you once I figure it out," Meng Jingwei replied passively.
She wanted to persuade Xiao Cheng to let go of his hatred, but she didn't know how to start.
On one side was her husband, and on the other was Xiao Cheng, who bore a deep and bitter hatred. She couldn't weigh right from wrong.
Xiao Cheng frowned, his expression clearly displeased.
However, before he could say anything more, Meng Jingwei immediately said, "I'm a bit hungry. Let's go eat."
She changed the subject, not wanting to talk about it anymore.
Seeing that Meng Jingwei seemed genuinely hungry, Xiao Cheng's anger gradually subsided. "What do you want to eat?"
"Haidilao."
With the weather turning cold, Haidilao was definitely the top choice.
Since Meng Jingwei had spoken, Xiao Cheng couldn't refuse. He started the car and took her to a nearby hot pot restaurant.
Meng Jingwei wore a hat and a mask, completely disguised, so no one recognized her.
They sat in the furthest corner of the hot pot restaurant and ate. After preparing their dipping sauces, the two sat facing each other.
"I know about what happened with you on the set. To be honest, you're not suited to be an actor right now," Xiao Cheng said, holding the hot water kettle to pour Meng Jingwei a cup of hot tea, persuading her. "Instead of struggling to make a name for yourself in the entertainment industry, it would be better to open a film and television company."
Meng Jingwei rested her elbows on the table, propping up her chin, and sighed. "I've wanted to be an actress for a very long time. But back then, I lacked money and only wanted to earn quickly. Now that I'm not in urgent need of money, I just want to fulfill my dream."
Dream?
A familiar yet distant word.
But to Xiao Cheng, it felt incredibly painful, like a dagger piercing his heart.
He too had dreams once, but all his dreams were destroyed by Qing Mu Ye with his own hands.
"I remember you said you also liked modeling," he said.
Meng Jingwei's eyes lit up. She looked at Xiao Cheng in disbelief, her lips curling up involuntarily. "Yes, I do."
"If you like it, go for it," Xiao Cheng said, fully supporting her.
Then, the waiter brought the dishes they had ordered to the table one by one and turned on the fire for the yuan yang hot pot.
As they talked, the hot pot boiled and tumbled. Looking at the bubbling red oil soup, a fragrant spicy aroma wafted towards them.
Meng Jingwei sniffed the aroma and felt her stomach rumble with hunger.
She quickly picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a slice of lamb roll, dipped it in egg yolk, and placed it in the soup pot. "Eat quickly. When are you leaving now that we're back in Lancheng?"
She put the cooked meat roll onto the plate in front of Xiao Cheng, then picked up another meat roll for herself and let it cook for a while. Once it was done, she dipped it in the soup and ate.
"I probably won't be leaving anytime soon," Xiao Cheng replied.
The two were dining in the corner, thinking they could avoid everyone, but they couldn't escape the paparazzi who arrived later.
The paparazzi, holding their phones, stealthily captured the scene of the two chatting and laughing together.
An hour or two later, Meng Jingwei left the Haidilao hot pot restaurant and returned to the hotel she had booked.
As she waved goodbye to Xiao Cheng, took her key, and entered the hotel, her every move was being watched as she rode the elevator.
Standing at the door of the suite, Meng Jingwei swiped her room card. With a beep, the door unlocked, and she pushed it open to walk inside.
The moment she stepped into the room, her wrist was grabbed, and she was pulled into an embrace.
"Awei?"
Qing Mu Ye called her name and pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry for making you suffer."
He had changed his mind, regretting his previous rash and hasty decision. He wanted to tell Meng Jingwei the truth!