Qiao Ziqian remained silent. After a moment, the sound of a hairdryer emerged from the bathroom, buzzing and gradually easing the awkward atmosphere in the living room.
Time ticked by, and the two remained in a profound silence, their hearts heavy with complex emotions.
After an indeterminate period, Tang Wanxing finally emerged from the bathroom.
She was a natural beauty, her jet-black hair cascading down to her waist, complementing her inherently exquisite face. Her features were delicate and grand, exuding an aura of classical beauty, as if she had stepped out of a painted scroll.
From the very first time Qiao Ziqian laid eyes on Tang Wanxing, he was captivated by her beauty, and from that moment on, he fell irrevocably in love with her.
Qiao Ziqian turned to look at her, his gaze unwavering, as if he had lost his soul.
"How could you..." Tang Wanxing stammered, opening her mouth but unsure of what to say.
Her beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and she dared not meet Qiao Ziqian's direct gaze. She shifted the topic, "You sit down for a while, I'll go grind you a cup of coffee."
In the past, when they were together, they were exceptionally casual and at ease, unrestrained.
Instead, the words spoken that evening had made them increasingly reserved around each other.
"No need."
Qiao Ziqian directly refused.
The living room once again fell into silence.
Outside the window, the cold wind whipped relentlessly, its sound like that of a specter, wailing mournfully.
Tang Wanxing replied with an "Oh," then slowly walked to the opposite side and sat down. She reached out to adjust the collar of her bathrobe, lowered her head, and picked up her phone to browse various apps.
Seeing her silence, Qiao Ziqian asked directly, "Have you really thought it through? No hesitation?"
Tang Wanxing's hand, resting on the phone screen, paused slightly. Her long, thick eyelashes suddenly lifted, and she looked at him opposite her, her red lips parting slightly...
The words, after much thought, still hadn't formed a clear expression.
"Ziqian, I, I..." She shook her head again. "I'm sorry, I've changed my mind. I really hope you can help me, but I... I still want to save my first time for Ye."
While Tang Wanxing's actions were not always honorable, her affection for Qing Muye was undoubtedly one hundred percent.
Even though Qing Muye already had Meng Jingwei, she still hoped to be a complete woman when she was with Qing Muye.
This could be considered her one hundred percent love for him.
Qiao Ziqian's fingers, clutching the cigarette, tightened slightly, and a suffocating pain gripped his chest.
"Heh."
He chuckled.
He brought the cigarette to his lips, but his hand froze, his cold eyes hardening, "Changed your mind? So, you're not planning to target Mengmeng anymore?"
"No, that's not it." Tang Wanxing leaned back on the sofa, picking up a cushion and hugging it. She explained, "Since I've made up my mind, I will definitely find a way to get rid of Meng Jingwei. Between me and Ye, she is a stumbling block. If she blocks my path, she dies."
After speaking, she placed her phone on the table and sighed, "Ziqian, if you're unwilling to agree to me, it's fine. I still have a hundred ways to kill her."
With the truth out in the open, Tang Wanxing felt no more restraint or awkwardness; instead, she became remarkably candid.
"How do you plan to do it?"
Qiao Ziqian asked blandly.
"I haven't decided yet," Tang Wanxing tilted her head and looked out the window. "As long as I can kill her, it's fine. No matter the cost!"
The last few words underscored Tang Wanxing's resolve.
Qiao Ziqian no longer looked at Tang Wanxing. Instead, he lowered his head, staring at the carpet, his expression as grim as before.
After a long pause, he asked, "In your heart, is my elder brother that foolish? Do you think she won't suspect you? Or are you confident you can execute it flawlessly?"
"I don't know."