With a heavy heart, Cheng Zhiwei said directly, "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Qiancheng, but I don't want to live a life of instability. Do you understand what I mean?"
"You..." Meng Qiancheng's face instantly turned awful as he couldn't help but ask resentfully, "Are you refusing to come with me because I don't have money?"
Cheng Zhiwei pursed her lips. She had never despised Meng Qiancheng for not having money—she just wanted him to live his life well and not get entangled in hers anymore. She feared that one day she wouldn't be able to protect him.
If such a misunderstanding could make him realize the truth and stay away from her, Cheng Zhiwei was willing to be misunderstood.
She took a step back, her gaze clear and calm, and looked up at Meng Qiancheng, "Yes, why should I abandon a life of glory and wealth to suffer with you?"
Meng Qiancheng looked at Cheng Zhiwei, with disappointment, disbelief, and pain in his eyes, "Is that really how you feel?"
