It was less "Angel's Tear" and more "Nightmare."
This was because the pendant of the necklace had a peculiar, even antique, design that clashed with the necklace's postmodern style.
Meng Jingwei clutched the necklace, her thumb gently stroking the pendant. In that instant, her mind went blank, as if her nerves were being pulled, causing her to gasp in pain.
A flash of images flooded her mind, but they were fleeting, gone before she could grasp any information.
However, this strange physical reaction lasted only a second before disappearing as if it had never happened.
"That hurt so much."
Meng Jingwei reached up and rubbed her temples. "What's going on? Didn't sleep well yesterday, is it a migraine?"
Migraines were once considered a problem for older women, but they were becoming younger, and she occasionally experienced them herself.
Especially after staying up late.
Because of this, Meng Jingwei didn't think much of it and put the necklace back in its box.
"Forget it, it's so expensive, I should wear it."
Meng Jingwei felt a pang of regret for the sixty million yuan spent on the necklace, so she took off the four-leaf clover necklace Xiao Cheng had gifted her and put this one on instead.
"Blue suits you, it looks very good."
Xiao Cheng appeared from nowhere, sitting down beside Meng Jingwei.
Seeing Xiao Cheng, Meng Jingwei immediately closed the necklace box. After all, it was a necklace Xiao Cheng had given her, and taking it off in front of him felt somewhat inappropriate.
"How… how is your recovery going?" Meng Jingwei's gaze inadvertently drifted to his leg, her eyes revealing unconcealed guilt.
Xiao Cheng let out a sigh and patted his leg. "It's alright."
At that moment, a bartender walked by. Xiao Cheng snapped his fingers and beckoned him over.
The bartender approached. Xiao Cheng took two glasses of red wine from a tray and casually handed one to Meng Jingwei. "I heard your wedding planning company is doing well now?"
Meng Jingwei took the red wine and clinked glasses with him. She took a sip and sighed. "So-so. How about you, how does it feel to be back at Xiao Corporation? Are you adjusting well?"
"One eventually goes through an adjustment period."
Xiao Cheng gave a self-deprecating smile and then extended his hand. "Would you like to dance?"
"No, I really can't dance."
"Since you can't dance, how about we go to the rooftop terrace for a coffee and enjoy the night view?"
Meng Jingwei felt a slight heaviness in her head and waved her hand. "No, I've had a long day and want to go back and rest."
Since the last incident, Meng Jingwei no longer felt as at ease when facing Xiao Cheng, but rather felt immense pressure.
Her direct refusal clearly made Xiao Cheng sense the growing distance and unfamiliarity between them.
His cold eyes narrowed, a hint of complex emotion flashing by.
"I've been dancing for so long, *huuuu*, I'm exhausted."
Shu Yao, who had just come off the dance floor, sat down next to Meng Jingwei, draping herself lazily over her shoulder. She then tilted her head to greet Xiao Cheng. "Hi, Young Master Xiao. Let me introduce myself, my name is Shu Yao, you can call me Yaoyao."
Xiao Cheng had some recollection of Shu Yao; he had seen her before.
"Miss Shu, are you close with Xiao Wei Wei?"
He was somewhat surprised. Since when had their relationship become so good?
Shu Yao threw an arm around Meng Jingwei's shoulders and smiled frankly. "Of course! She's my new girlfriend. Look, she's my girlfriend, and you're her 'second brother.' Rounding it off, you're my brother. That makes sense, right?"
The forthright Shu Yao seemed to have social butterfly syndrome, quite similar to Meng Jingwei's personality.
Meng Jingwei looked at Shu Yao as if she were a curious specimen and couldn't help but frown. "That's too limited. You need to think bigger. Think even bigger, all Chinese people are family. Besides your own relatives, any man can be your brother."
Her teasing remark made Xiao Cheng chuckle.
Shu Yao, however, shot Meng Jingwei a glare and pinched her arm. "Am I shameless?"
Saying that, Shu Yao smiled at Xiao Cheng. "Second brother, your family also deals in cosmetic raw materials. Would you consider collaborating and giving me a preferential price?"
"Since sister Yaoyao calls me second brother, how can I refuse?"
"That's right, second brother is so righteous."
Xiao Cheng and Shu Yao began to chat warmly.
After a short while, Xiao Cheng suddenly said, "I need to use the restroom. You two chat."
"Mm."
Meng Jingwei and Shu Yao nodded. Xiao Cheng got up and left.
On the other side of the hall, Li Yun'er saw Xiao Cheng stride away and immediately got up to follow him.
At this moment, the host on stage announced the winner of the "Lucky Star" for the day and called Meng Jingwei to the stage to claim her prize.
Meng Jingwei certainly wouldn't refuse to claim a prize.
After all, it was a beautiful piece of jewelry worth millions; it would be silly not to accept it.
The hall was bustling with excitement, but in the workroom behind the hall, a loud impact was heard.
Xiao Cheng kicked open the door and strode into the workroom, his sharp gaze fixed on a male waiter who was frantically changing his clothes.
This was the same waiter who had just walked past Xiao Cheng with the red wine.
"Where do you think you're going?"
His cold, icy eyes bored into the slender waiter, interrogating him.
The waiter was terrified. He nervously swallowed, taking a few steps back, almost as if "guilt" was written all over his face.
"You, you... what do you want? This is a workroom, unauthorized personnel are not allowed in."
The waiter's words were tinged with nervousness.
A smile played on Xiao Cheng's lips as he walked up to him, clenched his right fist, and gave it a swing before powerfully punching the waiter.
The waiter fell to the ground, blood gushing from his nose.
"What are you doing? How can you hit someone? I... I, do you believe me if I... call the police to arrest you?"
The slender man lying on the ground was visibly frightened.
Xiao Cheng stood over him, looking down from a superior position. The next moment, he raised his foot and directly stepped on the back of the man's right hand, which was propped on the ground. His polished black leather shoe ground down. "Tell me, who sent you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about... Ah... it hurts... it hurts, my hand is going to break, help!"
He cried out in pain.
But Xiao Cheng remained unmoved. "If you don't say anything, I won't just break your hand, I'll break your leg too!"
Damn it, daring to cause trouble for him, they must be tired of living.
After his warning, the man remained silent, stubbornly refusing to speak.
Seeing his resolve to keep quiet, Xiao Cheng's patience wore thin. His gaze swept over and landed on a wine bottle nearby.
Without a word, Xiao Cheng grabbed the bottleneck and smashed it against the wall. With a loud crash, he held the remaining bottleneck, now broken, and leaned down, savagely jamming it into the man's hand. "If you can bear it, you don't have to say anything."