My Ex Told Me She’s Still In Love With Me - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Burying the Body

Cheng Yi looked at the two people in front of her. Her normally gentle face was now tense, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Meng Qingwu.

Meng Qingwu only glanced at her before looking away. Looking down at the hand gripping her own, she said coldly, “Let go.”

Cheng Yi’s expression stiffened, but she didn’t move.

Losing her patience, Meng Qingwu wrenched her hand free and turned toward Zhou Zheqiang. “Mr. Zhou, are we still talking?”

Zhou Zheqiang glanced back and forth between the two women. Seeing Cheng Zhan rushing toward them, he finally let go of Meng Qingwu’s arm and laughed as if nothing had happened.

“It looks like you two know each other. I won’t intrude then. We can chat another time.”

He recognized the woman as the youngest daughter of the Cheng family, who rarely made public appearances. But who was the other woman? Both siblings knew her—was she more than just a passing fling?

“What happened?” Cheng Zhan had rushed over the moment someone alerted him. Seeing Zhou Zheqiang, his heart skipped a beat.

Currently, the two elders who could actually keep Zhou in check were in the study having a private talk with important partners. He was worried Zhou would cause a scene.

“It’s nothing,” Meng Qingwu said, not wanting to elaborate.

“Mr. Cheng, you have quite the luck! Where did you find such a beautiful date?” Zhou Zheqiang was a pro; even in this situation, he could maintain a polite facade.

However, the direction of his “politeness” was unsettling.

Cheng Zhan smiled thinly. “It’s my fault for not introducing her. This is Meng Qingwu, the daughter of President Meng from Shuiyang International.”

At the mention of Shuiyang International, Zhou Zheqiang’s brow furrowed. Cheng Zhan wouldn’t lie about something like this, which meant she really was Meng Shuyu’s daughter. Thinking of that “madwoman,” he mentally cursed his bad luck; his interest in Meng Qingwu vanished instantly.

Beside them, Cheng Yi watched their interaction, a feeling of dread blooming in her chest. Her heart was racing so fast she felt dizzy.

Zhou Zheqiang left, and the onlookers dispersed since the drama was over. Cheng Zhan turned to Cheng Yi, curious why she had finally decided to come out to the front tonight.

He turned back, met Meng Qingwu’s eyes, and smiled. Offering his arm, Meng Qingwu took it naturally.

Cheng Yi’s pupils dilated. Her eyes were glued to their linked arms.

“You weren’t here earlier, but it’s fine to introduce her again.”

“This is your sister-in-law, Meng Qingwu.”

Cheng Yi looked up at Meng Qingwu in disbelief, searching her face for any sign of a joke.

But there was none. Meng Qingwu wore a polite, light smile as she greeted her. She acted exactly like a stranger meeting her for the first time.

Perhaps because her reaction was too intense, Cheng Zhan asked curiously, “Do you two know each other?”

Meng Qingwu let out a soft laugh. Glancing at Cheng Yi, she said meaningfully, “We don’t. I just feel… a sense of instant kinship.”

Hearing those words, Cheng Yi’s face paled slightly.

Cheng Zhan, however, smiled in relief. “Then I don’t have to worry about you two getting along. Don’t worry, Cheng Yi has a very good personality. She’s easy to get along with.”

“Is that so?” Meng Qingwu glanced at Cheng Yi noncommittally and didn’t say more.

Cheng Yi remained silent afterward, looking somewhat soul-crushed.

After what had happened, Cheng Zhan didn’t dare leave Meng Qingwu alone again. Though he felt she could handle herself, he stayed by her side to be safe. Cheng Yi’s gaze swept over them from time to time; seeing their intimacy, her face grew even paler.

Meng Qingwu took a sip of her wine. Catching Cheng Yi’s state out of the corner of her eye, a flash of mockery crossed her mind. Someone who didn’t know the truth would think Cheng Yi was deeply in love with her.

She pulled her gaze back. Seeing Cheng Yi had sent her thoughts spiraling back to the past.

“Cheng Yi, who was that girl who walked you home last night?”

Meng Qingwu was using a towel to dry Cheng Yi’s damp hair, making sure she didn’t catch a cold.

Cheng Yi didn’t seem to be in a great mood. She reached up to take the towel, saying flatly, “Just a junior from school.”

“A junior?” Meng Qingwu murmured. That junior was certainly enthusiastic, walking her senior all the way home.

“Is she interested in you?” Meng Qingwu felt there was no other logical explanation.

“Don’t overthink it.” Cheng Yi stood up, unwilling to discuss it further.

Don’t overthink it?

Meng Qingwu took another sip of wine. That “overthinking” had eventually become a fact. And it was confirmed by Cheng Yi herself.

“Are you tired? Shall I take you home?” Cheng Zhan suggested, noticing her mood had dipped.

Meng Qingwu nodded; she was ready to go.

“I… I’ll take her.”

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yi spoke up. Meng Qingwu looked over and saw Cheng Yi biting her lip, her eyes fixed on Cheng Zhan. Having been with her once, how could Meng Qingwu not see that she was suppressing something?

The situation became rather amusing.

“You…” Cheng Zhan hesitated. When did his sister become this enthusiastic?

“Mom and Dad are busy, and if you leave too, there will be no one to host the guests,” Cheng Yi said, trying to make her voice sound natural.

That made sense. Cheng Zhan looked to Meng Qingwu for her opinion.

Meng Qingwu glanced at the suddenly tense Cheng Yi. She felt a spark of interest, wanting to see what her ex intended to do.

“Sure. Go ahead with your business. Since Miss Cheng is free, let her drive me.”

Hearing that distant title again, Cheng Yi’s expression tightened even more.

The two walked outside. Cheng Yi went to get the car, and once Meng Qingwu got in, the atmosphere turned silent. Without the pretense of the banquet, the small cabin was filled with a hidden, suppressed aggression.

Meng Qingwu rested her head on her hand against the window, saying lazily, “Miss Cheng, why aren’t we moving? Are you hoping I’ll stay for a chat?”

Cheng Yi turned to look at her. Having fully matured, Meng Qingwu was strikingly beautiful, with a sharp, aggressive edge. Right now, she didn’t even want to spare Cheng Yi a glance.

“You…”

Knock, knock…

Just as she started to speak, there was a knock on the window. Meng Qingwu rolled the window down, completely ignoring whatever Cheng Yi was about to say.

“Is something the matter, Mr. Liang?” Meng Qingwu looked at the man leaning down outside—the same man who had told Cheng Zhan he wanted to pursue her.

The man looked nervous. He glanced at Cheng Yi and gave an awkward smile.

“It’s like this—I wanted to invite you to dinner tomorrow to discuss a project.”

Meng Qingwu recalled that he did have a project she was interested in, so she nodded.

Seeing her agree, the man was visibly delighted. “I’ll send you the location tomorrow.”

“Alright,” she replied.

After another apologetic smile toward Cheng Yi, the man waved and left.

Cheng Yi’s grip on the steering wheel was so tight her knuckles turned white. Her voice was strained as she said, “He is my brother’s friend.”

Meng Qingwu gave her a strange look. “I know that.”

So? What’s your point?

“Then he shouldn’t be inviting you to dinner alone.”

Meng Qingwu’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief, and she let out a scoff.

“Cheng Yi, I didn’t realize you were so feudal-minded. By that logic, should I just stop leaving the house entirely?”

“That’s not what I meant!” Cheng Yi defended herself hastily. “I just…”

“Enough with the ‘just’!” Meng Qingwu interrupted, her face turning cold. “Drive.”

Cheng Yi was speechless. She stole one last look at her before turning back to start the car.

Neither of them spoke. The car was quiet. Meng Qingwu closed her eyes, and the sound of the car cutting through the air at high speed made her feel irritable.

“Qingwu, you…” Cheng Yi started.

“Shut up,” Meng Qingwu said, her red lips parting slightly, not even bothered to open her eyes.

Cheng Yi fell silent.

After a long time, Cheng Yi tried again. “Qing—”

“Do you not understand human speech?” Meng Qingwu opened her eyes and turned toward her.

Cheng Yi shut up again.

Cheng Yi focused on the road, her eyes darting to Meng Qingwu every now and then. Every time she wanted to speak, she was suppressed by the other woman’s cold expression. She drove on in silence.

Meng Qingwu felt sleepy. It felt like she had been in the car for a long time, yet she still wasn’t home. She checked her phone. It was 10 PM when she left the Cheng house; it was now nearly midnight.

She looked out the window. The streetscape was unfamiliar, and in the dead of night, it looked deserted and eerie. No matter how she looked at it, this was not the way to her home.

Meng Qingwu was silent for a moment before speaking eerily, “Cheng Yi, I believe I never did you wrong when we were together, right?”

Her sudden words left Cheng Yi stunned for a moment. She nodded. Cheng Yi stole a glance at her, surprised that Meng Qingwu was actually willing to acknowledge that they had been together.

“Since I never did you wrong, where are you taking me to bury the body?” Meng Qingwu looked at the increasingly desolate scenery, her voice sounding like a vengeful spirit in the night.

Cheng Yi was completely dumbfounded.

But Meng Qingwu wasn’t finished. “Even if a body needs to be buried, it should be me doing the burying, shouldn’t it? After all, you’re the one who wronged me.”

Cheng Yi turned pale and stammered, “No, that’s not what I’m doing.”

“Well, right now, you’re doing a very good impression of someone who wants to do exactly that.” Meng Qingwu pulled out her phone, her finger hovering over the emergency call button for the police.

Cheng Yi noticed the movement and became even more flustered.

“You… you never told me where you live…”

Meng Qingwu’s finger froze. She peered at her silently.

Cheng Yi stood there, looking nervous, helpless, and completely innocent.