My Ex Told Me She’s Still In Love With Me - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Funny Girl

The atmosphere instantly plunged into a dead silence. The group, which had been relatively relaxed and pleasant just moments ago, felt the weight of her words sink in.

Meng Qingwu lifted her gaze to look at her, then turned to look at Cheng Yi. After a moment of silence, she broke into a smile. “You naturally have the right to pursue whoever you wish, as long as it doesn’t cause trouble for others.”

Cheng Yi froze, her brow furrowing slightly. Her face paled as she lowered her eyes, avoiding Meng Qingwu’s gaze. She turned to Qi Yu and spoke in a calm, distant voice: “If you want to pursue someone, you shouldn’t be saying that to Qingwu. You should be looking at me and seeing if I accept your pursuit.”

“I can give you the answer right now: don’t waste your energy. I will not accept you.”

After saying that, she didn’t look at anyone else. She gestured for the bill and paid it, then came back to help Qi Yu up. “I’ll take you home.”

Even though she had just rejected the woman, she still wouldn’t leave an injured person stranded.

Meng Qingwu stood aside, quietly watching every movement as Cheng Yi supported Qi Yu out of the restaurant.

“You’re just going to let her leave like that?” Dai Shuyu asked, watching their retreating figures.

At that moment, the other woman from the nearby table walked up and rested a hand on Dai Shuyu’s shoulder.

Meng Qingwu acted as if she noticed nothing, saying flatly, “The legs belong to her. Can I really stop her?” With that, she picked up her bag and left as well.

Dai Shuyu placed her hand over the one on her shoulder, shaking her head with a sigh. “What strange people.”

They clearly have feelings for each other, so why don’t they just say it? So stubborn.

“Stop thinking about it,” the other woman’s voice was gentle as she stroked Dai Shuyu’s neck.

…

On the other side, Cheng Yi helped Qi Yu into the car. “Where do you live?”

Her tone was neutral, but it carried an invisible wall of distance that allowed no one to get close. She truly gave no openings.

Qi Yu felt a bitter ache in her heart. Looking at that calm face, she only felt Cheng Yi was heartless. But hadn’t she always known that Cheng Yi was incredibly heartless to everyone except Meng Qingwu?

She gave a bitter smile and whispered, “Jiangxie Apartment Complex.”

“Mhm,” Cheng Yi responded briefly, driving toward the destination.

…

Meanwhile, the three elders, finding the show had ended, felt a bit bored. Lan Xining stared at Yu Qingshuang without blinking, her thoughts unreadable.

Yu Qingshuang watched Cheng Yi and Qi Yu leave with a mix of worry and secret delight. It was complicated.

“Ms. Yu, it seems the blind date you found is actually interested in Cheng Yi,” Lan Xining said eerily. Even though they hadn’t heard the conversation, they were all sharp enough to see Qi Yu’s feelings.

Yu Qingshuang’s face stiffened for a second, then she said warmly, “I didn’t expect her to be interested in Yiyi either.” This truly wasn’t in her plan. Qi Yu had just returned to the country; she didn’t think they had ever met.

Meng Shuyu simply glanced at her, pulled Lan Xining up, and said, “We’re going back.”

Lan Xining wasn’t so easy to dismiss. She frowned, wanting to say more to Yu Qingshuang, but a single look from Meng Shuyu silenced her instantly. She deflated and followed Meng Shuyu out obediently.

Seeing this, Yu Qingshuang thought to herself that Meng Shuyu certainly knew how to train people—she had completely tamed the most famous “social butterfly” in the capital.

But… she frowned. If the mother is this good at ‘training’ people, does the daughter, Meng Qingwu, have this skill too?

The thought of Cheng Yi weakening at a single look from Meng Qingwu made her face darken. No! Impossible! My daughter isn’t as spineless as Lan Xining! She won’t be completely dominated!

Yet, she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in her heart.

…

After leaving the restaurant, Meng Qingwu drove straight home. Reflecting on the night, she felt they had all fallen into a trap—likely orchestrated by the people who planned the blind dates.

She sighed, holding her forehead. She didn’t want to settle scores; she just found them bored and ridiculous. Did they really have to interfere like this?

When she opened her front door, she was greeted by a cold, empty apartment. Her expression dimmed. She was tired of coming home to a lack of expectations—tired of the pitch-black silence when she opened the door.

She wasn’t that strong. She hated being alone. At this moment, she desperately wanted someone to stand by her side and drive away the endless darkness.

She sank into the sofa, suddenly remembering her childhood. Back then, as a little girl in the massive Meng mansion, the darkness would consume her every night, and she could find no one to stay with her.

She was actually very afraid of the dark and hated being alone. But what about Ms. Meng back then? She was busy with her career, with no time even for her daughter’s birthday, let alone sleeping beside her.

She wasn’t afraid of the dark anymore, but she still felt a deep loneliness. It had been alleviated in university, only to come back with a vengeance later.

Lost in her emotions, Meng Qingwu didn’t hear the knock at the door, nor the sound of the fingerprint lock being released.

A pair of feet stepped silently into her private domain, moving toward the sofa. After confirming the direction, the figure knelt down and pulled the Meng Qingwu on the sofa into a warm embrace.

The familiar faint fragrance filled her nose. Meng Qingwu slowly came back to her senses, looking at the person in front of her in a daze. She couldn’t see clearly in the dark, but in this moment, she knew with absolute certainty: this was Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi held her gently, her hand soothingly patting her back.

Meng Qingwu felt her eyes sting and swell. She closed them, not wanting the other woman to see her vulnerability, but her mood began to lift significantly.

“Why are you here?” Meng Qingwu asked hoarsely.

Cheng Yi’s voice was tender, like she was soothing a sensitive child, and held a trace of a smile. “I was afraid that if I didn’t come, a certain little princess would be crying her eyes out.”

A moment before entering, Cheng Yi had been trembling with anxiety. But when her fingerprint still opened Meng Qingwu’s door, she knew—she had always been allowed to come and go as she pleased.

Her nose felt a bit sore. She buried her face in the crook of Qingwu’s neck and murmured, “And a stubborn little princess at that!”

She clearly hasn’t let go, yet she keeps acting so cold and superior. Cheng Yi wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. If she had really believed that cold outer shell, would they have missed each other forever?

Hearing that, Meng Qingwu became annoyed. “Who’s a little princess? And a stubborn one at that?!” What little princess? Do I look like a little princess?!

Cheng Yi held her tighter and corrected herself: “Not a little princess. A Queen.”

Her Queen. And she was her subject, willing to offer her everything. Loyalty to her was the creed of her life.

Meng Qingwu fell silent, eyes closed, breathing in the scent that made her feel safe. She didn’t dispute the words. They embraced quietly, a barrier between them silently dissolving to reveal the softness beneath.

“Qingwu, I love you,” Cheng Yi whispered. “I love you deeply—the you from before, and the you now. I love both.” She nudged her neck. “If you feel the years apart made us strangers and created insecurity, can you give me a chance? A chance to get to know each other again and erase that insecurity?”

“The things you didn’t get to participate in while we were apart—I’ll take you through them all again, okay?”

As Cheng Yi’s last word fell, the room returned to silence. But this time, in the dark, Meng Qingwu didn’t feel that bone-deep loneliness. Because of this embrace. It had a magic power—a single hug that drove away years of solitude.

After a long silence, she asked, “Then, what am I to you?”

Cheng Yi’s lips seemed to graze her neck in a light kiss. She said, “Can you be my girlfriend?”

To be girlfriends again, not those messy labels like bedmates or lovers. They loved each other; they should exist in a proper, formal relationship.

Meng Qingwu fell silent again. A long time passed before two arms wrapped around Cheng Yi’s waist.

“Cheng Yi, if you let me down again, I will kill you.” She was that kind of person—extreme.

But those words made Cheng Yi smile. “If I let you down again, you won’t have to do it. I’ll finish myself off.”

Meng Qingwu nuzzled