Chapter 4
Meng Ling’s brother, being underage and with a mental illness certificate, got a lenient sentence.
Qi Jie lost control in court, nearly rushing to punch him.
He was dragged to the hallway by a crowd.
Frustrated, he punched the wall, blood flowing.
My relatives and friends hated how he hadn’t cried at the funeral, thinking he was faking affection now.
The one who went out to buy alcohol swabs and bandages, then came back, was Meng Ling.
She knelt beside him, tending his wound.
Her first words: “I’m sorry.”
Second: “Your girlfriend wouldn’t want to see you like this.”
… No, I would.
Let him hurt a bit—it’s good for him.
Third: “Mr. Qi, pull yourself—”
But before she finished, Qi Jie raised his injured hand and smashed it against the chair armrest.
The freshly bandaged wound bled through again.
His bloodshot eyes fixed on Meng Ling as he gritted: “Don’t pretend to care.”
Meng Ling didn’t snap back. She dropped the alcohol and bandages, stood, and left.
I heard the system sigh in my ear. Ah, the leads have a long road ahead.
That night, Qi Jie went home. It was the first time I’d seen him cry since my death.
His tears flowed like a faucet after a long drought, filling the empty living room with sound.
Sadly, my parents had taken all my belongings. He didn’t know where to direct his grief.
Because, even now, Qi Jie hadn’t set up my memorial photo.
He went to the bedroom, rummaged through drawers, and found a accessory ring I’d left behind, slipping it onto his ring finger.
Qi Jie finally returned to normal life.
He had a resort renovation project. His subordinates shortlisted design firms, and he saw one chief designer: Meng Ling.
Two days later, Qi Jie packed and headed to the resort island. Meng Ling’s team followed.
I loved that little island. Qi Jie had surprised me there for our anniversary, and we’d planned our wedding ceremony there.
He did it on purpose—to use everything tied to me to torment Meng Ling.
But he didn’t expect their story, sparked by me, to unfold in my favorite place.
Audiences rooting for them might thank me for bringing them together.
But no one cared if this cannon fodder white moonlight was willing.
Meng Ling plastered on a smile to meet the client, but froze seeing Qi Jie.
“Sorry, I don’t think I’m right for this project.” She grabbed her luggage to leave.
“Is this a breach of contract?” Qi Jie’s face darkened, a sly smile emerging. “Miss Meng, even ten times your net worth couldn’t cover the penalty.”
Meng Ling’s family favored her brother. With him in trouble, the compensation fell on her shoulders. She couldn’t afford the breach.
The poor female lead had to grit her teeth and take the hot potato.