"Liar, liar!!"
When Antina clearly saw the precise time of the news release, her face was filled with gloom, and she angrily threw her phone to the ground.
With a bang, the phone shattered, its parts scattering in the corners of the bedroom.
Antina lay on the bed, trembling with anger.
At this moment, she was at home expecting her baby. She thought her husband was working outside to earn money, but who knew he had told a huge lie. He hadn't gone to Country A, but instead went to Lancheng to see his old flame.
"Meng Jingwei! Meng Jingwei!!"
Furious, Antina grabbed a pillow and placed it on the bed, repeatedly smashing the pillow with her fists, venting her emotions.
After a bout of release, Antina, panting heavily, leaned against the headboard. She raised her hand to brush her golden curls and closed her eyes weakly.
Her mind was a mess, filled with scenes of Xiao Cheng and Meng Jingwei interacting, and the image of him taking a bullet for her.
Especially on Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye's wedding day, when she wanted to eliminate Meng Jingwei, Xiao Cheng took the bullet for Meng Jingwei. He was seriously injured, clutching his chest, and weakly said, "Wait for me... wait until I recover, and I will marry you!"
At first glance, this sounded like a confession to Antina, but in reality, it was Xiao Cheng's willingness to sacrifice himself and marry her to prevent her from killing Meng Jingwei.
Pain!
An almost suffocating pain lingered and spread from her heart, making her breath careful.
As the daughter of the head of the Black Hand, a veritable princess, she had lowered herself to marry Xiao Cheng, and what had she gained?
As much as Antina had loved Xiao Cheng before, she now hated his betrayal and Meng Jingwei's shameless seduction!
Hatred surged in her heart, growing like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, quickly taking root and sprouting, firmly embedding itself in her heart.
Antina laughed, her self-mocking bitter smile turning into an unrestrained, loud laugh.
She looked like a woman driven mad. Tears streamed down her face, and her laughter echoed in the room, surprisingly eerie.
After a while, she grew tired of laughing and leaned against the headboard, tilting her head to look out the window.
Her heart gradually calmed down.
Suddenly, Antina thought of someone... Qing Sihai!
Not long ago, Qing Sihai had come to Country C and wanted to see her, but Antina had ruthlessly refused.
Thus, Antina quickly adjusted her state, went downstairs to eat, and booked a flight to Lancheng, traveling there alone that day.
The next day.
It was nearly December in Lancheng. The morning light was accompanied by a biting cold wind, carrying a fine drizzle, making it exceptionally cold.
Last night, Qing Muye had kept Meng Jingwei working overtime until two or three in the morning before reluctantly letting her sleep.
Early in the morning, Meng Jingwei, who had been sleeping soundly, was awakened by the biting cold wind outside. She opened her eyes, reached for her phone by the bedside, and checked the time. It was already six-thirty in the morning.
She had to get up early today as she was going to the film crew.
Qing Muye was no longer in bed. Meng Jingwei didn't think much of it. After getting up and washing, she went to the living room.
The moment she stepped out of the bedroom, the aroma of shrimp congee filled the air.
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but be stunned. Everything felt like it had returned to over a year ago.
Back then, when they lived together, he would cook congee for her every morning, and at that time, Qing Muye could only cook congee.
But she had to admit, his congee-making skills were excellent.
"You're up? Come and eat quickly, or the congee will get cold."
Qing Muye was wearing a gray home pajama set, with a black and gray checkered apron around his neck. His short hair was fluffy and casual, making his face look even more handsome and charming.