“Prince Lingchuan is right. Jingwei, come and sit,” Han Junyan said, his tone as gentle as ever towards Meng Jingwei.
Xiao Cheng looked at Meng Jingwei, his ink-dark brows furrowed. His gaze flicked to Antina beside him, but he ultimately remained silent.
However, Li Yun'er shot Meng Jingwei a resentful glance and then angrily glared at Han Junyan before unceremoniously taking a seat beside Heika Lingchuan’s main seat.
A bonfire was lit on the lawn, with seven or eight rectangular low tables arranged around it. Two floor cushion pads were placed beside each table, laden with a variety of delicious food and fine wine, all presented with exquisite aroma and color.
“She is my honored guest, so naturally she sits beside me.” Heika Lingchuan refused Han Junyan and said politely to Meng Jingwei, “Miss Jingwei, please come this way.”
Meng Jingwei wished to refuse both Han Junyan and Heika Lingchuan. Otherwise, she might be severely dealt with by a certain jealous person that night, which would be terrible.
“I…”
“Come and sit, I won’t eat you,” Heika Lingchuan gave Meng Jingwei no chance to retort, pulling her hand and seating her at the main table.
At that moment, Meng Jingwei felt a chill run down her spine. She instantly yanked her hand away, afraid that if she were any slower, Qing Muye’s forty-meter long saber would be directly placed at Heika Lingchuan’s throat.
“I can walk myself,” she said with an awkward smile.
Then, Heika Lingchuan snapped his fingers, and a band arrived to play music. A group of beautiful women in traditional Hidden Clan attire came forward to dance.
Songs and dances filled the air, with toasting and merriment, creating a scene of peaceful prosperity.
“Come, drink.”
Heika Lingchuan raised his wine cup, clinking it with everyone present. Then, with a beaming smile, he said to Meng Jingwei, “This is our Hidden Clan’s finest vintage. It tastes excellent, try some quickly.”
“Thank you.”
Meng Jingwei replied politely.
Seeing her exchange meaningful glances with Heika Lingchuan, Li Yun’er became extremely jealous and couldn’t help but sarcastically remark, “Sister, you really have a good mindset. Your husband hasn’t been gone long, and already you’re getting so close to other men. Aren’t you afraid he’ll die with his eyes open?”
Upon hearing this, Meng Jingwei’s smile froze on her face. The hand holding the wine cup paused slightly, and under everyone’s gaze, she slowly raised the cup and drained it in one gulp.
The orange glow of the bonfire fell upon her face, making her features appear even more delicate and charming, without a trace of anger visible.
But just then, Meng Jingwei put down the wine cup, casually picked up a pair of chopsticks from the table, and with lightning speed, shot them out. The chopsticks flew directly towards Li Yun’er, piercing straight through the palm of her hand holding the wine cup.
*Clink—*
“Ah!!!”
The wine cup fell to the ground, hitting the wooden table with a clatter. The wine splashed onto Li Yun’er’s skirt, and along with it, blood from her pierced palm dripped down, staining her dress red.
“There’s one thing you said correctly; he won’t die with his eyes open. That’s because… you’re not dead yet!”
Meng Jingwei’s expression turned grim, her gaze sinister.
The dancing girls, witnessing this scene, scattered in fright and ran away.
The band stopped playing, and the surroundings fell silent, leaving only Li Yun’er’s screams to continue.
Han Junyan’s primary responsibility was to protect Li Yun’er. Upon seeing her injured, he immediately stood up and walked over, his brows furrowed as he questioned Meng Jingwei, “What are you doing?”
“Heh.”
Meng Jingwei sneered, “What am I doing? Can’t you see? I told you, I would kill her sooner or later. If you want to protect her, you shouldn’t let her run around in front of me like a dog!”
Although Qing Muye was not dead, Meng Jingwei had tolerated Li Yun’er for a long time.
If it weren’t for Li Yun’er’s repeated provocations, she would have been willing to let bygones be bygones and tolerate her existence.