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Wei Jingxi remained silent, prompting Zheng Mengni to rise and take a seat beside him.
Amidst the heavy rain, Zheng Mengni's demeanor was gentle as she opened her palms to catch the falling droplets, feeling their coolness. Wei Jingxi gazed at her smooth, fair face, which glimmered softly like a pearl, her eyes and brows radiating a rare purity and innocence.
The atmosphere lingered in silence for a long while before Zheng Mengni turned back to him and smiled softly.
"I haven't been doing well lately either," she confessed. "You know what kind of person I am, so I don’t worry about you looking down on me for sharing these feelings."
"You should know that the girl has been found; she is the one with blood ties to the Zheng family, the legitimate heiress."
Wei Jingxi asked anxiously, "Has she bullied you since returning?"
Zheng Mengni replied in a soft voice, "No, she wouldn’t."
She continued, "I had planned to keep an eye on Ye Bing so that when my father needed to use a business marriage to help our family business grow, I could present him at the right moment. But now that Ye Bing has encountered an accident, my plans might have to change."
Wei Jingxi's expression darkened. "Zheng Yicheng wants to use you for a marriage alliance again, doesn’t he?"
Zheng Mengni’s gaze dimmed slightly before she provocatively changed her tone. "It’s only a matter of time."
"Xiao Ni, I will marry you, I promise. Don’t agree to any marriage alliance with Zheng Yicheng."
"What leverage do you have now?"
With a single dismissive remark, Zheng Mengni silenced all of Wei Jingxi's unspoken feelings. His heart skipped a beat as he sat there in stunned silence, unable to move forward or retreat.
Zheng Mengni did not look at him again; her voice was soft yet firm. "Two people who are equally unfortunate should not cling to each other for warmth. We’ve already had enough misfortune; we shouldn’t think about dragging each other down. What we should do is part ways immediately; perhaps one day we can meet again at the peak."
Wei Jingxi lowered his head, his eyes filled with hurt.
Zheng Mengni turned her head to keep her gaze fixed on him, her silence concealing sharpness beneath. Finally, when he looked up again, his tear-filled eyes held newfound determination as if he had made a decision.
"I won’t drag you down," Wei Jingxi said earnestly. "Before Zheng Yicheng arranges a marriage for you, I will come back and marry you."
Zheng Mengni smiled without speaking further; she gently nodded and softly said, "Come here."
She opened her arms once more, and Wei Jingxi rushed into her warm embrace, craving her comfort and support as emotions threatened to spill over from his eyes.
The rain outside showed no signs of letting up, pouring down in torrents that transformed the city into a cold, white haze. Two blurred figures beneath the pavilion lost themselves in a passionate kiss, oblivious to the curtain of rain that separated them from the world. Yet, from a distance, an unfamiliar gaze bore down upon them.
Guan Su Lin gripped the handle of his umbrella, his brow furrowing slightly as raindrops fell before his eyes. The dim light reflected in his gaze shattered along with the fleeting emotions he struggled to grasp. There was a hint of pity for Wei Jingxi.
But this pampered young master had someone who braved the storm to comfort him. A twisted, dark jealousy began to sprout within Guan Su Lin. In terms of suffering, he had yet to encounter anyone who had endured more than he had. In that ruthless aristocratic family that devoured its own, the effort Guan Su Lin expended to reach his current position was no less than anyone else's.
A-Qin had been robbed by an old man in armor and, in a desperate bid for survival, had shamelessly acknowledged the thief as his father. Many envied him, yet no one ever felt sorry for him.
Envy? Guan Su Lin scoffed, narrowing his eyes as disdain washed over him. To rise from such a disastrous beginning to a position worthy of envy was akin to turning a losing game into a winning one.
He watched from the shadows as the young couple kissed in the rain, their scene radiating beauty and happiness. He didn’t need sympathy; such feelings were utterly useless.
Noticing the unusual fluctuations in Guan Su Lin's emotions, A Qi couldn’t help but break into a sweat. He quickly reminded him, “You don’t need to envy others’ romantic relationships. Once you seize power and inherit everything, you can choose any beauty you desire.”
Guan Su Lin's face paled at this suggestion. “I’m not envious,” he retorted sharply. “And I have no interest in the beauties you speak of. What is love compared to power? It’s not even one percent as enticing.”
On the day Wei Jingxi left for abroad, he took the earliest flight quietly, without anyone to see him off. Accompanying him were only two bodyguards arranged by Wei Nanxuan to keep watch over him.
He sent a message to Zheng Mengni:
"You don’t need to see me off when I leave in disgrace, but you must come back on the day I return in glory."
Seeing that he had finally come to his senses, Zheng Mengni felt a sense of relief; her efforts in guiding him had not been in vain. She simply replied with a word of affirmation.
This was Wei Jingxi's first time flying economy class. The ticket was borrowed from Wei Nanxuan, and from now on, every penny he spent would be noted down, and he would have to repay it in the future.
Hadn't he been used to spending money like water? He could throw cash around on the street without a second thought, and it was hard to tell who he had inherited such a childish and ridiculous personality from. Wei Jingxi was unaware of how hard it was to earn money, and Wei Nanxuan was determined to teach him a lesson.
Wei Jingxi was extremely tired. Just as he put on his eye mask and prepared to recline his seat for a good sleep, he realized that he was cramped in a narrow seat with no room to stretch out. He took off the eye mask, wanting to call the flight attendant to upgrade his seat, but then remembered his pitiful balance. After several moments of hesitation, he decided against it.
Wei Jingxi felt frustrated at his own helplessness; he had just boasted to Xiao Ni, yet here he was unable to endure such minor discomfort. He pressed his lips together tightly and ultimately succumbed to sleep, hugging his arms tightly.
Before long, his head fell onto the shoulder of an elderly man sitting next to him. The old man frowned and pushed him away.
Wei Jingxi groggily woke up, ready to vent his frustration, but was interrupted by the elder's reprimand. "Young man, if you're going to sleep, then sleep properly! Why are you leaning on someone else?"
Feeling annoyed and still half-asleep, Wei Jingxi realized the person scolding him was an elderly man and could only accept his fault with a cold expression before trying to go back to sleep.
He dared not fall into a deep sleep again, cursing the bodyguard responsible for buying the tickets for being so thoughtless as not to buy seats together. Even trying to take a nap could lead to trouble with others.
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