"Is that so?"
Qing Muye's sarcastic tone made Tang Wanxing's heart fill with doubt.
"Of course it's true," Tang Wanxing said, gathering her courage, her gaze becoming firm. "Ye, haven't we known each other for over a decade? We've faced life and death together. You know very well what I've done for you. I don't understand why you would doubt me!"
Tang Wanxing glared at him, her eyes brimming with disappointment.
She let out a scoff, lowered her head, reached for the box of ladies' cigarettes on the table, pulled one out, lit it, and took a drag with her red lips on the cigarette. "You've disappointed me greatly."
Qing Muye's gaze was fixed on the woman sitting opposite him, as if trying to find a clue on her face.
Unfortunately, he couldn't discern anything.
"It's best if it's true," Qing Muye stood up. "I'm still investigating the matter. If I find that you were indeed involved, Wanxing, you know my personality."
He said.
Tang Wanxing didn't lift her head, continuing to smoke.
Her heart, however, was already in disarray, losing its composure.
She knew Qing Muye's temperament too well; he could not tolerate any betrayal.
If he discovered the truth, their future together would likely be nonexistent.
"Qing Muye, you should know my personality too!"
Tang Wanxing suddenly stood up, slamming the cigarette in her hand onto the table. "I, Tang Wanxing, cannot tolerate being slandered. If you think I did it, please provide the evidence, and I will naturally stand before Meng Jingwei and apologize to her. Even if I have to do it kneeling, I will have no complaints."
Her aura suddenly surged, and her voice grew louder.
Qing Muye watched her, momentarily unsure of whom to believe.
He was certain that Meng Jingwei had lied to him today.
Meng Jingwei, who had disappeared for the entire day and fallen into the water, had already dried her clothes in this cold winter. She had the opportunity to contact others, yet she chose to send a message to Lan Shu.
This was the first point.
The second point of suspicion was that as Meng Jingwei's husband, he knew her personality inside out after being with her for so long.
Even if she were lying, he could tell from her micro-expressions.
Therefore, Qing Muye was truly unsure whom to believe.
"I hope so."
Qing Muye withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked out of the ward.
"Wait."
Tang Wanxing called out, standing behind him, and asked, "You still like Meng Jingwei, and you're planning to remarry, aren't you?"
This question, which had been hidden in her heart, she finally had the courage to ask.
Qing Muye had no intention of deceiving Tang Wanxing initially, and at this moment, he could not deny it.
So he replied, "No."
Hearing his answer, Tang Wanxing breathed a sigh of relief.
It was good that it wasn't true.
It was good that it wasn't true!
"Ah Wei and I have never divorced. She is my wife, and she is the only wife in my life!" After a few seconds of silence, he added.
This sentence alone plunged Tang Wanxing into an abyss.
Qing Muye strode away, closing the door to the room.
Tang Wanxing stood in a daze for a long time, then suddenly slumped onto the sofa, staring blankly ahead, Qing Muye's words echoing in her mind.
"Ah Wei and I have never divorced. She is my wife, and she is the only wife in my life!"
In other words, Meng Jingwei was his one and only in this life.
"The one and only in this life? Heh."
Tang Wanxing gave a self-deprecating laugh, raised her hand to cover her face, and suddenly felt like a joke.
She had considered countless scenarios, but she had never imagined that Qing Muye loved Meng Jingwei to such an extent.
Before Tang Wanxing could dwell on her sadness, there was another knock at the door.
She raised her hand, immediately wiping the tears from her face, and tiptoed to the door to open it. "Ye, why are you back... Zi Qian?"