Meng Jingwei entered the coffee shop, glanced around, and then spotted Xiao Cheng sitting by the window, dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt and light blue jeans.
He still had his crisp, short hair and healthy tan skin. Although the scar on his face detracted slightly from his handsomeness, it added a touch of mature masculinity.
He possessed an aura of a gang boss, a unique kind of attractiveness that still drew attention.
Meng Jingwei, carrying a backpack, walked over and sat opposite him. "Just you? Where's Antina?"
Xiao Cheng, seated in the booth, was holding a cup of coffee and took a sip, appraising Meng Jingwei.
Despite not having seen her for long, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing her again.
She was wearing a red and white casual tracksuit, her hair tied in a high ponytail, and a backpack slung over her shoulders, exuding youthful energy like a sunlit girl.
It was hard to imagine that such a woman was already a mother of two.
"Most people get older with age, but you seem to be getting younger," Xiao Cheng praised genuinely.
The mid-afternoon sun streamed through the glass, falling upon her and making her skin glow. Her lips were red and her teeth white, her eyebrows and eyes like a painting. Even with a slight smile, her delicate face held a cool, elegant demeanor, as noble as a woman detached from worldly affairs.
"You're being improper."
Meng Jingwei smiled helplessly, raised her hand, and snapped her fingers at the waiter. "A Blue Mountain, please."
The waiter nodded slightly. "One moment."
With that, he turned and went to the counter.
Xiao Cheng leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table, and lowered his voice. "Han Junyan and I were captured in the end. What exactly happened during that time? What about Antony's death?"
The sudden questions caused Meng Jingwei's eyelids to droop slightly, a hint of defensiveness appearing in her eyes.
Antony's death was a matter of Qiong Muyie's safety, and Meng Jingwei dared not speak carelessly.
She trusted Xiao Cheng, but speaking out would be a betrayal of Qiong Muyie.
"What's past is past. Since you and I are back, we should forget about matters concerning the Hidden Clan."
Meng Jingwei did not answer his question.
Xiao Cheng met her gaze, his unfathomably deep eyes tinged with a complex emotion.
He knew Meng Jingwei was wary of him.
This feeling made Xiao Cheng suddenly melancholic, but he still managed a faint smile. "Alright, I'll listen to you. But..."
"What is it?"
"Qiong Sihai is investigating Antony's cause of death. You and Qiong Muyie had better be prepared. You know Antony's identity, and Antony was very close to him and his three."
Even though Meng Jingwei was being evasive with him, Xiao Cheng still told her everything he knew.
Without reservation.
His words left Meng Jingwei feeling rather uneasy.
She cast a complex look at Xiao Cheng with her beautiful eyes, then turned her head to gaze out the window, overlooking the vast Lancheng city, its towering buildings bathed in sunlight, exuding prosperity and peace.
At a glance, she felt the beauty of the world, yet her heart ached slightly.
"Xiao Cheng, you don't have to tell me deliberately," Meng Jingwei sighed almost imperceptibly. "You've helped me a lot. I owe you too much, and I can't repay it."
Meng Jingwei was already aware of what Xiao Cheng had told her.
However, her knowing it herself and Xiao Cheng specifically coming to tell her were two entirely different situations.
"I never intended for you to repay me. In your heart, don't you consider me a friend?" Xiao Cheng looked at her profile.
Her bare face was as pure and clear as a lotus in clear water, so beautiful it made his heart flutter.
"Yes, we are indeed friends."