"Here, he walked up to Qing Muye, tugged at the collar of his clothes, and said, 'The wound on his collarbone was an accidental injury from when I fought him back then. He was shot three times on your wedding day, and the bullet wounds are still there!'
'Han Yu and I have both seen it, Jing Wei, you...'
Lu Yanming noticed Meng Jingwei's unbearable pain and felt heartbroken too. 'I chose to tell you because I believed you could accept the reality.'
Meng Jingwei pushed Lu Yanming away and stumbled forward to Qing Muye. Her reddened eyes were filled with shimmering tears. She sniffled and choked out, 'A Ye, do you... do you still recognize me?'
The man looked up with a bewildered expression. He glanced at her, then at the woman called Yang Xia, and shook his head.
'What does shaking your head mean? You don't recognize me anymore?' Meng Jingwei's eyes widened, tears falling like pearls from a broken string. 'You've really forgotten everything?'
For a moment, Meng Jingwei didn't know whether finding Qing Muye was a joy or a sorrow. Even with her strong resilience, she couldn't face reality now.
'Little Chili, don't be sad. If something happens to you, it will only delight our enemies and grieve our friends,' Tang Si said, looking at Meng Jingwei with both anger and concern. 'I will never let go of the person who harmed my second brother. If I catch him, I'll make sure he knows what it means to suffer.'
As he spoke, Tang Si cast a sinister glance at Song Ci, his eyes brimming with killing intent. Song Ci, knowing his guilt, clenched his fists and said with his head held high, 'Young Master Tang doesn't need to look at me like that. If I see my brother again, I will show no mercy!'
'You're talking nonsense!' Tang Si roared, pointing at Song Ci's face. 'He's your own brother, how could you do that to him? Second Brother saved both of you, and then you turned out to be ungrateful wretches!'
'It was my brother who wronged the boss, not me. Why are you yelling at me!' Song Ci gnashed his teeth in anger, his eyes blazing as he stared at Tang Si. 'I told you, even if he is my brother, if I catch him, I will avenge the boss. You...'
'Enough!' Meng Jingwei, her eyes tearing up, softly reprimanded, 'Can you be quiet?!'
The reality was too cruel, and Meng Jingwei found it unbearable, wanting only to be left alone. Seeing this, Han Yu handed her a tissue. His chiseled lips parted slightly as if he wanted to comfort Meng Jingwei, but all words seemed to be weak and futile. He chose to remain silent.
Meng Jingwei took the tissue and wiped away her tears, taking a deep breath and gathering her courage before walking up to Qing Muye. Standing before him, she looked down at him in the wheelchair. His handsome face from before was gone, and the disfigured, half-burned side of his face seemed to tell of the tragedy he had endured. She trembling raised her hand, wanting to caress his face, but her hand stopped in mid-air, lacking the courage to touch his scalded features.
'Are you disgusted by him?' Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded from behind. Hearing this, everyone turned to see Yun Shasha appear as if from nowhere. She wore a black V-neck, cinched-waist long dress, a dark gray blazer, and high heels as she walked over. However, her gaze was fixed on Qing Muye, causing her to twist her ankle and nearly fall. Yet, Yun Shasha didn't lower her head to look at the bluestone ground. Instead, she walked step by step towards Qing Muye, her eyes widening in shock, her red lips parting as she gasped in astonishment. 'How... how could this be?'"