"Evidence..." Meng Jingwei sighed, lowering her head helplessly. "It's gone."
"What do you mean?"
"How can dead people be considered evidence."
"Are you saying that the four people who died in the warehouse confessed that the mastermind was Tang Wanxing?" Qing Muye pressed her.
One question had been bothering Qing Muye since yesterday.
That was...
Meng Jingwei was a kind-hearted girl, so why would she directly kill four people?
It didn't align with her usual behavior.
What was she hiding?
"Yes."
After a moment of looking him in the eye, she nodded firmly, but then added, "However, with no one to testify now, there's no way to confront Tang Wanxing. You don't need to look for her anymore."
Qing Muye's expression deepened. "I had Song Jun investigate, but all the evidence pointed to Su Meiyi."
His gaze was complex as he took Meng Jingwei's hand, his thumb caressing her back. "Is it possible that Su Meiyi deliberately instructed those people to say that?"
It was precisely because he knew Tang Wanxing that Qing Muye dared to say these things to Meng Jingwei.
Unbeknownst to him, as his words fell, Meng Jingwei's heart felt as if it were pricked by a needle, a faint ache blooming within.
She looked at him calmly, unable to suppress her curiosity. "Why do you trust Tang Wanxing so much? I really want to know about your past."
Meng Jingwei had always disliked keeping things hidden; openness was her modus operandi.
She hadn't intended to interfere with Qing Muye's privacy or pry into their past, suppressing her curiosity.
But the fact that he still sided with Tang Wanxing after she had said all this.
Her question was met with a long silence from Qing Muye.
He released Meng Jingwei's hand, leaned forward slightly, spread his legs, rested his elbows on his knees, clasped his fingers, and bowed his head in thought.
From Meng Jingwei's angle, she could only see his profile, but she could still sense Qing Muye's helplessness and struggle.
Struggle?
What was he struggling with?
"I'm sorry, A'wei. Regarding her, I cannot tell you."
Yes.
He couldn't tell her.
And he couldn't tell anyone!
After his words fell, a prolonged silence filled the living room.
It was so quiet that it seemed one could hear each other's heartbeats, so quiet that even the rustling wind outside sounded annoyingly loud, causing a sense of unease.
Meng Jingwei's once warm heart began to cool inch by inch. For the first time, she felt a little unable to see the person in front of her clearly.
Was their past together so important that it needed such secrecy?
Even if he had loved Tang Wanxing, even slept with her, that was all in the past. Why would she be so concerned?
But somehow...
He chose this way.
"Mm."
After a long pause, Meng Jingwei nodded. "I understand."
She deliberately yawned and stood up from the sofa. "I'm a bit sleepy. I'll go to bed."
With that, she walked around the sofa and headed towards the bedroom.
As she left, Meng Jingwei didn't forget to glance back at Qing Muye. He was still sitting on the sofa, head bowed in silence.
His posture was dejected and lonely, imbued with an indescribable sense of melancholy.
She opened the bedroom door, entered the room, and lay down on the bed to rest.
However, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
From the time they met until now, this was the first time they had experienced a rift between them.
Knock, knock, knock—
Qing Muye knocked on the bedroom door and pushed it open before entering.
On the bed, Meng Jingwei had her back to the door, covered by the quilt, seemingly asleep.
The man walked over and lay down beside her, pulling her into his embrace. "I just received a call. There's an urgent matter at the company, and I need to return to Lancheng."
"Mm. Drive carefully on the way and be safe," Meng Jingwei replied perfunctorily, her eyes closed.