But such perverse, obsessive love was outrageous.
Meng Jingwei trembled with rage, consumed by boundless fury, wanting nothing more than to strangle Xiao Cheng.
She glared at the man she once considered a friend, finding him increasingly strange and terrifying.
"Heh."
After a long pause, Meng Jingwei laughed.
She leaned weakly against the car seat. "What's coming will come, sooner or later. Fortunately, Xiao Meiyan had already given me a 'preventive shot,' so I'm not that scared. If you want to die, I'll take your sister with me. It's no big deal."
Meng Jingwei had never been one to be bound by conventional thinking. Even if that video were exposed, she wouldn't think of ending her own life.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Cheng, seated beside her, turned his head, his expression solemn. He gazed at the young woman, and after a few seconds of eye contact, he finally spoke, "You are my little Weiwei, how could I watch you die?"
His affection profound, he reached out to touch Meng Jingwei's cheek, but before his hand could reach her, she slapped it away. "Don't touch me."
Her sharp gaze was that of an enemy.
"Keep your dirty hands away from me!" Meng Jingwei's final words were devastatingly sharp, striking Xiao Cheng's heart.
Xiao Cheng's expression froze instantly. His hand remained stiffly in front of Meng Jingwei's face, and the muscles in his jaw visibly twitched. "Dirty hands? Heh, well said, dirty hands. You finally admit you detest me."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
She was rendered speechless.
She leaned against the car seat and said nothing more.
Even a single extra word would be a waste of breath.
She truly had no way with someone like Xiao Cheng, who loved to court disaster.
Time ticked by, and Meng Jingwei was still contemplating how to escape.
Inside the car, the doors were locked, and she couldn't get out, which was a headache.
Seeing that the car was about to enter the highway, Meng Jingwei immediately said, "I need to use the restroom."
"Hold it."
Xiao Cheng said heartlessly.
Meng Jingwei's face turned extremely unpleasant. She shot Xiao Cheng a fierce glare and clenched her fists.
At the highway toll booth, the driver stopped the car to pay the attendant.
Meng Jingwei knew this was a golden opportunity. She clenched her right fist, gathered all her strength, and slammed it hard against the glass.
*Whoosh—*
With a whoosh, the car window shattered from Meng Jingwei's powerful punch. "Help, save me... save... woo woo... ah..."
She shouted at the toll booth worker. Xiao Cheng immediately covered her mouth, while the driver, seeing this, stepped on the accelerator and broke through the barrier, entering the highway.
Pain—
Meng Jingwei had poured all her strength into that punch, a desperate struggle for survival. She had to give it her all.
But due to the excessive force, her right hand was bleeding profusely, and the pain caused her entire body to cramp.
Her fingers were likely fractured.
There was no other choice for Meng Jingwei; she had to do this.
If she didn't seize this last chance, she would have no way to send word to Qing Muye.
If she informed the toll collector, the police would inevitably be alerted, and it would be difficult for Qing Muye not to know.
Xiao Cheng, covering Meng Jingwei's mouth, pressed her onto his lap. The sedan then drove away from the toll plaza.
Outside the window, the biting cold wind blew in, chilling one to the bone.
But Xiao Cheng felt no coldness.
His cold eyes gazed down at the woman in his arms, his expression sinister to the extreme.
"To send a message to Qing Muye, you'd give up your hand?"
He had been holding Meng Jingwei down on his lap earlier to prevent her from continuing to call for help from the toll collector.
Now, he had released her, but she remained motionless in his embrace.
She was trembling.
Xiao Cheng knew Meng Jingwei wasn't shivering from the cold, but from the pain.
Her hand dangled, fingertips stained with crimson blood that trickled down her fair fingers.
Even so, Meng Jingwei did not utter a sound of pain.
"Rather than being held captive by you forever, what is one hand?"
Heaven knew how much effort Meng Jingwei had exerted to utter those words.
She did not want to leave with Xiao Cheng. Although she had thought of various methods along the way, this was the most effective.
The car continued to speed forward.
Xiao Cheng chose this highway route because there was a section without surveillance cameras, from which they could abandon the car and exit the highway.
A short distance below the highway was a road where five identical sedans were arranged.
Once they reached that point, he and Meng Jingwei would leave, and no one in the world would ever be able to find them.
However, things were not as simple as Xiao Cheng had imagined.
The young woman lying on his lap kept bleeding from her hand, and her body grew increasingly weak, her complexion turning paler by the moment.
Xiao Cheng, initially consumed by anger and disappointment in Meng Jingwei,
felt his heart lurch as Meng Jingwei's condition worsened. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she seemed to be fading.
"Little Weiwei?"
Xiao Cheng patted Meng Jingwei's shoulder. "Don't sleep."
He finally realized something was wrong.
While calling out to Meng Jingwei, he reached out to grasp her hand and discovered she was bleeding from her wrist.
The wound on her wrist was an old injury, but it had been torn open and was bleeding profusely.
Xiao Cheng's brow furrowed. He immediately pulled off his tie and wrapped it around Meng Jingwei's wrist.
"Stop fooling around. You're so skilled. Don't tell me just smashing a piece of glass took half your life. Meng Jingwei, you're not that useless."
Xiao Cheng was hastily bandaging her wound. Holding her hand, he noticed her small hand was as cold as winter snow.
"I won't die. I... I won't die."
Meng Jingwei, lying on Xiao Cheng's lap, pulled at her lips as she spoke.
Despite denying it, for some reason, she felt an overwhelming weakness.
She was in pain and cold.
A sensation of blood draining from her body, her body heat gradually disappearing, left her feeling too tired to move. She just wanted to lie there and sleep.
What's happening to me?
Meng Jingwei murmured inwardly.
Her mind replayed scenes of her first meeting with Qing Muye, like a movie playing out in her head.
Their encounter, their acquaintance, their deepening understanding.
It had seemed like a destined conflict, but looking back now, Meng Jingwei realized how beautiful everything had been, filling her with sweetness and happiness.
"A Ye..."
Her lips were pale and colorless. She suddenly called out Qing Muye's name.
Hearing Meng Jingwei call out Qing Muye's name shattered Xiao Cheng's heart into a thousand pieces.
The pain was unbearable.
Yet, Xiao Cheng's concern for Meng Jingwei's condition grew even greater.
Her weak and listless state felt as if something vital was being drawn out of him.
A sense of fear washed over him.
"Meng Jingwei? Meng Jingwei? Damn it, wake up! What are you sleeping for?"
Xiao Cheng panicked.
He reached out and began to pat Meng Jingwei's cheeks. "Listen to me, there are many things I haven't told you. Actually, you don't have to be with me, and I don't want you to be with me. I just wanted to make things difficult for Qing Muye. That bastard, I really hate him. Always acting so self-righteous."