My Ex Told Me She’s Still In Love With Me - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Qingwu, Please…

Meng Qingwu’s expression was dark and grim. As she watched Cheng Yi approach her step by step, a trace of panic flickered in the depths of her eyes.

“I don’t need your help!” she hissed through gritted teeth. It looked as though if Cheng Yi actually dared to undress her, she would lunge forward and bite her.

Cheng Yi didn’t forcefully step up to strip her. Instead, she knelt in front of her to meet her gaze at eye level, trying to be reasonable. “You must be very tired and want to rest. I’m afraid you won’t be comfortable with a stranger helping you.”

“I’m even less comfortable with you helping me!” Meng Qingwu snapped.

Cheng Yi smiled gently, a hint of genuine pleasure in her eyes. “Is it because you still have feelings for me?”

Meng Qingwu: “…” I didn’t realize that in four years, you didn’t just grow older; you became delusional.

Cheng Yi chuckled, got up, and went into the bathroom to adjust the water temperature.

Soon, she came back out, pushed Meng Qingwu’s wheelchair to the bathroom door, and looked down. “I probably can’t carry you. Could you lean on me to get inside?”

Meng Qingwu sneered. “If you can’t even carry me, why are you showing off? When the caregiver gets here, they’ll naturally take good care of me.”

Cheng Yi’s face dimmed slightly. Her voice was quiet. “I know a caregiver is professional, but I can’t bear it. I can’t stand the thought of someone else taking care of you.”

She felt she could do it. She could take care of her—better than anyone else.

Meng Qingwu burst out laughing until tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She wiped them away with a fingertip and said mockingly, “You ‘can’t stand it’? Do you have any idea how many people have taken care of me over these years? How they looked after me?”

“Cheng Yi, it’s not like no one wanted me once you were gone.”

Cheng Yi’s grip on the wheelchair handles tightened. A sharp, stinging pain radiated through her chest. She lowered her head to hide her disarray and rasped, “But at least for now, I can be the one.”

And she would do it better than all of them.

Meng Qingwu fell silent. Watching Cheng Yi act so concerned yet suppressed, she looked away with a cynical smirk. Now you care? When you pushed me away, did you not consider this possibility?

She stopped talking. After a moment, Cheng Yi found a crutch for Meng Qingwu to lean on and supported her from the other side. They walked into the bathroom together, slightly stumbling. As she helped Meng Qingwu sit down, Cheng Yi’s fingers trembled against the hem of her shirt.

“If you can’t do it, get out and send someone else in.” Meng Qingwu was indifferent now, treating her like a hired servant to avoid any awkwardness.

Cheng Yi bit her lip and focused on undressing her. Summer clothes were thin and easy to remove. Within moments, Meng Qingwu was down to her intimate wear. The sight of so much porcelain-fair, delicate skin made Cheng Yi’s expression even more tense.

Seeing the leg injury, Cheng Yi immediately ran out to get a roll of plastic wrap. She knelt down and carefully wrapped it around the wound, layer by layer, to keep it dry. Meng Qingwu looked down at her from above. From this angle, she could only see the bridge of Cheng Yi’s high nose; her expression was hidden.

Meng Qingwu gave a self-deprecating laugh. She never expected that years later, she’d be in this situation with her ex.

“If you’re going to wash, hurry up. If not, get out,” Meng Qingwu said impatiently.

“I’m washing,” Cheng Yi whispered. She tried her best to remain calm. After removing the remaining articles of clothing, she took a warm towel and began to wipe Meng Qingwu’s skin.

“I want to wash my hair,” Meng Qingwu stated.

Everything proceeded smoothly, as if they had done this many times before. By the time Meng Qingwu was changed into clean clothes and lying comfortably in bed, she felt like she had come back to life. She glanced at Cheng Yi. Because she had been helping with the bath, Cheng Yi’s own clothes were soaked through, making her look quite bedraggled.

“Go wash yourself too. Don’t get my floor wet,” Meng Qingwu said casually, picking up her phone to reply to her mother.

Seeing that Meng Qingwu had no intention of talking further, Cheng Yi nodded and went back into the bathroom. By the time she came out, the dinner they had ordered had arrived. She brought it in.

“Where’s Xiao Zhang (the assistant)?” Meng Qingwu asked. “It’s past working hours, so I told her she could go home,” Cheng Yi said softly as she set out the food.

“Cheng Yi, she is my employee.”

Cheng Yi looked up at her but didn’t speak. Her lips were pressed tight, looking like she was prepared to accept any scolding. Meng Qingwu’s face turned cold, and the atmosphere grew heavy.

“I just wanted to take care of you,” Cheng Yi whispered. If the assistant were here, Meng Qingwu definitely wouldn’t let her stay.

Meng Qingwu suddenly laughed, though the mirth didn’t reach her eyes. “Cheng Yi, are you acting like this because you’re certain I’ll be attracted to you again?”

“I’m not,” Cheng Yi said immediately. She had no confidence left in front of Meng Qingwu.

“Since you’re not, then you should do what you said and go find someone who fits your ‘aesthetic’—a younger girl.”

Cheng Yi turned pale. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words. She closed her eyes in pain. Meng Qingwu looked away, ate her meal in silence, and ignored her. When she finished, she put her chopsticks down, only to see Cheng Yi quietly eating the leftovers.

“Go home after you finish. You’re not welcome here,” Meng Qingwu said.

Cheng Yi cleared the trash. “I’m not leaving.”

“Cheng Yi! What are you trying to do with this ‘devoted’ act now?!” Meng Qingwu’s patience snapped. She thought she had been peaceful enough with an ex, but Cheng Yi kept pushing her boundaries.

“I want you,” Cheng Yi said, staring directly into her eyes. “I want you.”

The evening glow fell over Cheng Yi, casting a golden aura that lent a sense of gravity to her words. Meng Qingwu stared at her for a long time before laughing. Her beautiful features radiated a charm that commanded attention.

“You want me?” Meng Qingwu nodded, finding it absurd. Her voice turned meaningful. “Is that… my body? Or my heart?”

As if bewitched, Cheng Yi took a step closer. “Both.”

Their breaths mingled, the warmth adding to a burgeoning, ambiguous heat. Meng Qingwu smirked, the mole under her eye heightening her allure. “Cheng Yi, you have a thick skin.”

Cheng Yi smiled gently. “I read that if you aren’t thick-skinned, you can’t win someone back.” Her gaze fell on that mole, her throat bobbing as her eyes grew heated.

Meng Qingwu noticed the change. She hooked her finger into Cheng Yi’s collar and pulled her close. “Being too greedy usually results in getting nothing.”

“Then… I want your heart.”

“Then go home,” Meng Qingwu suddenly pulled back, using her uninjured leg to push against Cheng Yi’s stomach, creating distance.

Cheng Yi looked down at the slender, fair foot pressing against her. She reached out and grabbed it. “Then I’ll take the body.” She held on tighter. If Meng Qingwu allowed her to stay, over time, even if she didn’t fall in love again, she would at least get used to her presence.

Startled by the move, Meng Qingwu re-evaluated the woman before her. Four years had changed many things.

“I know you better than anyone else could,” Cheng Yi whispered, her lips brushing against the corner of Meng Qingwu’s mouth.

A light kiss fell—first at the corner, then slowly spreading to her lips. It was as light as a feather but gradually deepened. Cheng Yi was trembling. It had been so, so long since she had been this close.

Meng Qingwu didn’t reject her, but she didn’t respond either. She let Cheng Yi’s lips grind against hers, but she remained closed off.

“Qingwu, please…” Cheng Yi pleaded against her lips, begging for her to open up. Her pale face grew flushed and vivid with emotion.

Meng Qingwu watched her—this Cheng Yi who was clearly moved. She reached up, gripped the back of Cheng Yi’s head, and opened her mouth. But it wasn’t an invitation; it was an invasion. She became the aggressor, ruthlessly conquering Cheng Yi’s territory.

“Mmph…”

Ultimately, it was Cheng Yi who couldn’t handle it. She tried to pull back, but Meng Qingwu held her firm. Her breath was stolen by the dominant assault. When Meng Qingwu finally let go, Cheng Yi collapsed onto her, their bodies falling back onto the bed.

Cheng Yi panted against her shoulder, her face flushed and her eyes watery. Meng Qingwu, beneath her, was remarkably calm, aside from her slightly labored breathing.

“Cheng Yi, you’ve gotten weak.” How long has it been? You don’t even know how to kiss anymore?

Cheng Yi shook her head, too exhausted even to smile. Fearing she would hurt Meng Qingwu’s leg, she checked the wound then slumped back down, drained. The warmth beneath her and the familiar scent in her arms was what she had dreamed of every night.

“Get off me once you’ve caught your breath,” Meng Qingwu rolled her eyes.

Cheng Yi shook her head and held her tighter. Her nose felt stingy. Being this close was a mercy.

Meng Qingwu reached up and pinched Cheng Yi’s soft earlobe, rubbing it between her fingers. She then scratched the sensitive skin behind the ear. Though Cheng Yi’s body trembled, she didn’t retreat.

Looking at Cheng Yi’s exquisite, flushed face, a sense of destructive desire surged in Meng Qingwu’s chest. Since she had delivered herself to the door, why refuse? A free meal is a free meal.

Her hand moved from the ear to the jawline, tilting Cheng Yi’s face up to inspect it. She smiled. “This face is still tolerable to look at.”

“Since you want the body, then know your place. Don’t think about things you shouldn’t.” Meng Qingwu’s gaze held no affection—only a desire to consume. She glanced at her injured leg and clicked her tongue. If it weren’t for the injury, she’d devour this woman right now, tearing through that gentle exterior to see her most fragile expression.

Cheng Yi stared at her, dazed. The air conditioner hummed, and a sudden chill from within spread through her body. Is this decision right or wrong?

Needing something to fill the void in her chest, she lunged down and covered Meng Qingwu’s lips again, seeking the heat of their previous kiss.

“Qingwu, take me.”