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Wei Jingxi felt a burning sensation in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ignored your messages."
Zheng Mengni retorted, "Why are you apologizing to me? It's not your obligation to message me."
Tears threatened to spill from Wei Jingxi's eyes again. "Xiao Ni, I want to. I promise I'll message you every day."
To be honest, when Zheng Mengni first learned about the situation with Wei Jingxi, she felt quite troubled. She couldn't understand why, after teaching him for so long, he still seemed like a hopeless case.
Zheng Mengni had considered incorporating Wei Jingxi into her life plans. After all, she would eventually get married and have children. When it came to having descendants, the first step was to choose a partner with good looks; she didn't want her baby's appearance to be compromised by an unattractive partner.
In her eyes, Wei Jingxi's looks were quite acceptable. Next came evaluating the overall capabilities of a partner. Wei Jingxi wasn't stupid; he could learn many things quickly, but he lacked a patient guide.
Zheng Mengni believed she had enough patience, which was why she spent time nurturing Wei Jingxi. However, there were rumors that he had caused his stepmother to miscarry, indirectly killing his unborn siblings.
Zheng Mengni calmed down after a brief moment of anger; she realized she had been irrational. Even at his worst, Wei Jingxi had never laid a hand on a woman. No matter how much he disliked Luo Xuezhi, he would never resort to physical conflict with her.
Understanding this, Zheng Mengni even considered the possibility that the miscarriage might have been a scheme by Luo Xuezhi—using the child as bait to sow discord between Wei Jingxi and his father.
Seeing that Zheng Mengni continued to ignore him, Wei Jingxi felt a pang in his heart. His eyes brimmed with tears, but due to his stubbornness and pride, they remained unspilled, swirling in his eye sockets.
His voice trembled slightly as he said, "Please don’t be angry with me. I'm just really scared; I can't face you."
Zheng Mengni held his hand tightly with one hand while gently touching his pale face with the other. Calmly, she asked, "Did you do something wrong?"
"No," he replied desperately shaking his head. "I didn’t do anything wrong."
Wei Jingxi was usually proud and aloof but now found himself crying pitifully. Zheng Mengni reached out her arms to embrace him. Without hesitation, he dove into her soft embrace, inhaling the familiar scent that enveloped him. He instinctively took a deep breath while quietly weeping.
"Why are you crying if you didn’t do anything wrong?" Zheng Mengni tilted her head and leaned gently against him, occasionally reaching out to pat his trembling back.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Ni, but I can't buy you any bags or skirts right now."
Suddenly, Wei Jingxi burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
"I can't even take you to see the aurora for Christmas," he choked out between sobs.
Zheng Mengni was both amused and exasperated. "Is that all?"
Wei Jingxi's handsome face was contorted in pain, his red eyes filled with deep sorrow. "The renovation on that villa in the city center... I have to put it on hold."
Zheng Mengni's voice softened. "Is that really such a big deal?"
"Yes! Just the thought of not being able to give you the best makes me want to kill myself!"
She pushed him away gently, her sweet eyes tinged with a hint of anger. "Then you need to live and keep working hard, or do you want to just curl up and die like a coward?"
Wei Jingxi looked utterly despondent, his gaze distant and unfocused. "I have nothing right now."
Zheng Mengni calmly corrected him. "You once had nothing too; every penny you had was given to you by your father. What will you do if one day he stops providing for you?"
Her words struck a nerve, and Wei Jingxi felt himself on the brink of collapse. He furrowed his brow tightly, unable to admit to Xiao Ni that everything she said had already become his reality.
Everything he had was taken by Wei Nanxuan.
What else could he give her?
All that remained was a heart that had been poisoned yet was still alive, riddled with countless wounds.
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