Qiu Mucheng's words took Meng Wanyu by surprise.
“I'd thought that you're just one of those silly women who are blinded by love, but now it appears that I've mistaken. You're right that my purpose in coming to China is not to kill. I'd indeed kidnapped you just to lure that heartless man out. You can rest assured that I, Meng Wanyu, will never take an innocent person's life. This whole matter has nothing to do with you in the first place. When the three-day deadline is over, I won't kill you even if he doesn't show up,” Meng Wanyu said, her tone as cool as the water lapping against their boat.
Then, she turned her head and fixed her beautiful eyes on Qiu Mucheng. She continued while looking at her meaningfully, “However, Ms. Qiu, have you ever wondered how much you mean to that man? If he cares about you, he'll rush here before the deadline is up. If he doesn't show up, that only goes to prove that you've placed your trust in the wrong man.”
Upon hearing that, Qiu Mucheng only responded nonchalantly, “We don't need to prove our love to anybody.”
Meng Wanyu laughed.
Her laughter was filled with sarcasm and mockery, which made Qiu Mucheng uncomfortable.
“What are you laughing at?” Qiu Mucheng asked, feeling a little indignant.
“I'm laughing at your foolishness. You're a fool, and so is Angie. You've both been played by a heartless man. But my heart goes out to Angie. For all we know, that silly girl is on the other side of the ocean still waiting for him to look for her, not knowing that he's already married to someone else,” Meng Wanyu said with a sigh, her voice filled with sympathy and regret for her dear friend.
Whatever pity she felt for Angie, her heart burned with the same amount of hatred for Ye Fan.
Logically, the moment she found out that Ye Fan was already married to someone else, she should have just turned around and left.
After all, whoever Angie married from then on had nothing to do with him anymore.
If she insisted on kicking up a fuss about it, it would instead make her seem petty and unreasonable.
However, Meng Wanyu just could not let it go.
After all the distance she had traveled, she just could not accept such an outcome.
She was determined to see Ye Fan.
She felt that it was her duty to demand an answer from him on behalf of Angle.
However, although Meng Wanyu knew all along about how much Angie loved Ye Fan, what she did not know was that Ye Fan had never reciprocated her love.
From the beginning, she was nothing more than a chance acquaintance to him.
They had never had a relationship like Meng Wanyu imagined.
Only Ye Fan and Angie knew clearly what kind of relationship they had.
Without any of them telling her, Meng Wanyu naturally had no idea that she had misunderstood Ye Fan all this while.
The minutes ticked by.
On the shores of Yunwu Lake, the crowd continued to grow.
The scene was busy and chaotic as people tried to talk over each other.
It was almost June by now, which meant that the rainy season was coming.
All throughout Jiangdong, dark clouds hung ominously in the sky.
Jianghai had already been inundated with thunderstorms over the past few days.
The weather was slightly better in Yunzhou, which was only shrouded in dark, gloomy clouds.
There had not been a drop of rain yet.
“Eh? Lei, come quick and take a look. What's happening? Why are there so many people gathered here? It looks like it's going to rain soon. Why are they congregating here instead of rushing home?” A well-dressed lady said as she walked past the crowd.
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