"Mm."
Tang Wanxing nodded, her slender jade fingers wiping away the tears on her cheeks. She took a few deep breaths to calm her emotions.
"Very good, you're in good spirits."
He pointed to the room next door, "I'll be in the next room. Call me if you need anything." He turned and went into the adjacent room.
As he opened the door, he glanced back at Tang Wanxing reluctantly, unable to completely set his mind at ease.
Their eyes met, and then they each returned to their respective rooms.
Twenty minutes later, Qing Muye arrived at the Vienna Hotel and appeared outside the presidential suite 909.
Knock, knock, knock!
He knocked on the door, his voice heavy, as if the sound of the knocking could convey his slightly restless mood.
Inside the room, Tang Wanxing's heart pounded. With the sound of the knocking, her heart rate became erratic.
Getting up, Tang Wanxing quickly went to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, tidied her hair, and after confirming her facial appearance was normal, she walked to the door and opened it.
"Ye. Why are you here so late?"
Tang Wanxing smiled, her voice exceptionally gentle and sweet.
Qing Muye's expression was cold. His icy gaze swept over Tang Wanxing, and he walked past her, directly into the suite.
Standing in the living room, he got straight to the point, "Did you do what happened today?"
"What... what?" Tang Wanxing pretended to be confused.
Even if Qing Muye knew she had done it, she absolutely could not admit it.
The man took out a cigarette from his suit pocket, lit it, and with the cigarette in his mouth, walked to the sofa and sat down. "Wanxing, you know my temper."
After speaking, he raised his hand, his deep, cold eyes fixed on Tang Wanxing, carrying a sharp, chilling aura that made her spine feel cold.
Tang Wanxing was uneasy, but after all, she was a professional actress. Even though her heart was pounding, she managed to keep her composure. "Ye, I really don't know what you mean. You know my personality, I always like to be straightforward about things."
"Good."
The man held the cigarette, flicking ash into the ashtray. Seeing seven or eight cigarette butts from women's cigarettes in the ashtray, his gaze deepened.
Tang Wanxing noticed his slight, stiff pause as he leaned forward to flick ash into the ashtray. Her gaze also fell, and she immediately saw the dense cigarette butts in the ashtray.
Next to it was a nearly empty pack of cigarettes.
Qing Muye's observational skills were astonishing. Even with just a few cigarette butts, he could gather clues and know that Tang Wanxing was anxious at the moment, hence she had smoked so many cigarettes.
But what could have made her so anxious and uneasy?
He slowly looked up, his gaze unexpectedly meeting Tang Wanxing's.
That one look made Tang Wanxing's heart lurch, and she inexplicably became nervous.
"Did you have something to do with A'wei's situation?" he asked.
"A'wei?"
Tang Wanxing murmured subconsciously.
Such an intimate address made her have to speculate whether Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei had truly divorced, or whether Qing Muye might feel more sympathy for Meng Jingwei because of today's events, thereby reviving their dead love.
She was unsure in her heart.
"She... wasn't she sent to the hospital?" she said.
"I'm asking..." Qing Muye sat up straight, crossing his legs. His stern, unsmiling expression was cold, exuding an air of arrogance that instantly made the familiarity between them become estranged.
Having known Qing Muye for many years, she had never seen him behave this way.
Then, Qing Muye added, "A'wei falling into the water, does it have anything to do with you?"
"I..." Tang Wanxing subconsciously wanted to nod, but at that moment, Qiao Ziqian's words from earlier flashed through her mind. Trusting Qiao Ziqian, she answered affirmatively, "I don't know why you would suspect me. But this matter really has nothing to do with me!"