Meng Jingwei, who had been beating him, paused and chuckled, "You scoundrel! Do you know how tiring acting is? What were you thinking, finding a substitute and then crippling him, making him mute, and breaking his arm? That's too cruel."
Qing Muye took her hand and sat down on the ground, pulling her into his embrace. "It wasn't me who was cruel. After he was taken out of Antina Castle, he was poisoned and made mute. His left leg was broken, and his arm was amputated later because it became inflamed and turned black. It has nothing to do with me."
The person Meng Jingwei had just beaten to death was the same man they had found in the basement of Antina Castle last time, who resembled Qing Muye and was impersonating him.
Later, at the harbor, in order to redeem the kidnapped Antina, Xiao Cheng handed over the man impersonating Qing Muye to Song Ci.
Song Jun and that person were taken back for treatment and kept for their own use.
Because half of his face bore a ninety percent similarity to Qing Muye, Qing Muye, with foresight, had found him top plastic surgeons for minor adjustments to ensure a hundred percent resemblance.
The wounds on his body were deliberately aged to match his existing scars, all to deceive others.
"Li Yun'er shot him a few times just now, and he was so scared that he frantically gestured that he wasn't Qing Muye. It's just that those people didn't understand sign language and didn't realize it."
"So you killed him?" Qing Muye had seen everything.
Meng Jingwei felt a pang of guilt, thinking that the man was quite innocent.
But there was no other way; if she hadn't heartlessly killed him, the consequences would have been endless.
"You did very well. When Xiao Cheng handed him over to Song Ci, he was barely clinging to life. If I hadn't saved him, he would have died long ago. When he agreed to be the substitute, I gave his parents thirty million. He knew this day would come."
Qing Muye put his arm around Meng Jingwei's shoulders, letting her lean against him.
"Mmm, I know."
Meng Jingwei wasn't surprised. She was well aware that from the moment that man was willing to step forward as a 'replica,' he knew this day of death would come.
"My Ah Wei is truly intelligent. So, when did you know I was alive?"
He stroked her cheek with his large palm and asked.
"From the moment they said Song Ci shot you three times in the heart, I knew you wouldn't die."
"Why?"
"Because, years ago, you told me your heart was on the right side. And the first time I saw that man in the small town by the river, I knew he wasn't you. Including Han Yu; he's a criminal investigator with amazing perception, so he also knew that man wasn't you, but he didn't tell Lu Yanming and Tang Si."
Meng Jingwei leaned on Qing Muye's shoulder, her mood a mix of happiness and heaviness.
How could she, who had shared a bed with him, not recognize her own husband when the very scent of him was so different?
"It was my fault, making you suffer."
Qing Muye reached out, hooked her chin, and leaned in close to her lips, kissing her.
That kiss, even if it was just a brush of a dragonfly's wings, was like a single spark, instantly igniting a wildfire.
Meng Jingwei eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, their breaths gradually becoming heavy.
The man took off his suit jacket, placed it on the ground, and pushed her down onto it. "Wife, I want you."
He leaned close to her ear, his breath puffing on her earlobe, and whispered softly, "Our wedding night was postponed for a full eight months. Don't you think you should compensate me?"
"You abandoned me and you still have the nerve to ask for compensation?" Meng Jingwei looked up and bit his warm lips fiercely. "If I hadn't known it wasn't you, wouldn't you have been afraid I would die of sorrow?"
"My Qing Muye's wife could never be an ordinary person."