Meanwhile, in Tang Wanxing's lounge.
Tang Wanxing sat restlessly in the lounge. Assistant Xiao An brought her a cup of calming tea. "Sister Wanxing, Meng Jingwei's matter has nothing to do with you, don't overthink it."
The comforting words, however, unknowingly struck a chord with Tang Wanxing. She turned and glared fiercely, "Get out!"
The sudden outburst of anger startled Xiao An. She pouted aggrievedly, turned, and left the lounge.
As soon as she left, Qiao Ziqian walked in.
"Why are you here? Didn't you say Li Shang had a fever?" Tang Wanxing asked.
"That idiot took his medicine and is sleeping. It's not a big deal," Qiao Ziqian said dismissively.
A few hours ago, Li Shang had jumped into the water to save Meng Jingwei, but not only was she not found, he himself fell into the water and developed a high fever.
A perplexing act, and many expressed confusion.
"Oh."
Tang Wanxing absentmindedly responded with an "oh" and sat on the sofa, silent.
Qiao Ziqian cast a meaningful glance at her. He sat sideways on the armrest of the sofa, his right leg crossed over his left, a cigarette held between his fingers. He took a long drag and remained silent.
The two were quiet in the lounge.
After a while, he finally spoke, "Your actions today were inappropriate."
Tang Wanxing pursed her lips slightly. "I... I just arranged for someone to teach Meng Jingwei a lesson. Who knew such an accident would happen."
She truly hadn't intended to escalate things to such a serious degree.
Qiao Ziqian brought the cigarette to his lips, letting it dangle. "Although Big Brother divorced Meng Jingwei, she is, after all, the mother of his two children. If Big Brother finds out it was you, do you think you and he have a future?"
What he said was precisely Tang Wanxing's greatest fear.
From a normal person's perspective, no matter how much a man loved a woman, he wouldn't marry the murderer of his children's mother.
Tang Wanxing nodded numbly. She swallowed and, forcing a composed demeanor, withdrew a white cigarette from the pack on the table. Her slender fingers pinched the bursting pearl in the filter before placing the cigarette tip in her red lips, lighting it, and taking a puff.
The ember of the cigarette flickered, and she exhaled a wisp of smoke from her red lips. The swirling mist blurred her delicate face, also concealing some of the panic in her eyes.
"I didn't ask you to come here to talk about this."
Tang Wanxing drooped her head dejectedly, her vacant eyes fixed forward. "I've already had people handle it, but Ye is no ordinary person. Once he investigates, he will inevitably uncover the truth. This matter can't be kept hidden."
If it were anyone else, Tang Wanxing might not have worried at all.
But with Qing Muye, it was different. He was naturally perceptive, possessed astonishing insight, and had analytical skills beyond the ordinary.
Tang Wanxing had witnessed it all firsthand.
"Respond to change with constancy."
Qiao Ziqian noticed Tang Wanxing's subdued mood and sighed faintly. He stood up and walked to her side, raising his hand to stroke her head. "Don't worry, I'm here."
How could he allow the woman he liked to be sad?
With an extremely heavy heart and restless spirit, Tang Wanxing leaned her head against Qiao Ziqian's shoulder and murmured, "Did I ever tell you how Ye and I met?"
"No."
Qiao Ziqian leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs on the coffee table. "Tell me about it."
He had previously pressed Tang Wanxing about how she met Qing Muye, and why she fell for him, but had never received any answers.
Unwilling to give up, he tried to find someone to investigate.
Surprisingly, no matter how much effort Qiao Ziqian put in, he could find no information about Tang Wanxing and Qing Muye's past.