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He paused for a moment, his tone slowing down, laced with a chilling mockery. "You have nothing to do with Zheng Zeqi, while I am your fiancé. By all accounts, he has no right to cut in line."
Zheng Mengni feigned weakness. "But he is still our brother. I thought he could take us to school together."
"You keep changing your mind and making excuses. You're really something," he replied.
"You come with my brother in the car. No? I really want to go to school with you," she insisted.
Zheng Mengni bit her lip and reached out to tug at Wei Jingxi's sleeve. The man had his hands in his pockets, and after a few seconds, he slowly extended one hand to grasp her delicate, soft hand.
Wei Jingxi caressed the smooth, fine skin on the back of Zheng Mengni's hand, lifting his gaze to meet hers as her face came closer.
He leaned down and kissed her lips, a faint sweetness lingering at the tip of his nose.
Wei Jingxi kept his eyes open, gently rubbing against Zheng Mengni's lips as their breaths mingled, the air filled with the distinct scents of their perfumes.
As he pulled back, he asked, "Did you cry for a long time yesterday?"
Zheng Mengni replied, "I didn’t cry."
As soon as she spoke, Wei Jingxi’s thumb gently pressed against her eyelid.
Zheng Mengni turned her face away. "Don’t mess up my makeup."
Wei Jingxi rubbed the powder off his fingertips.
"Your eyes are all puffy; you call that not crying?"
"If you can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all," she retorted.
"Hmm?"
"Have I ever told you not to be afraid?"
"Oh." Zheng Mengni held his gaze without flinching, her eyes locking onto his.
Her dark eyes sparkled unusually bright, the slightly drooping corners hinting at an innocent and pure charm.
The moment their eyes met felt especially long; Zheng Mengni was the first to look away but was quickly brought back by Wei Jingxi gripping her chin to turn her face toward him again.
Another kiss from him followed.
Zheng Mengni grasped his wrist and tilted her head back. "Don’t smudge my foundation."
"Is the Zheng Family so wealthy that they can't even buy you something of quality? Is it really that easy to mooch off someone?"
With two consecutive questions, there was no room for a reply before lips met again.
Not far away, Zheng Zeqi sat quietly in the passenger seat, the rearview mirror capturing this warm and sweet moment. He gazed for a moment before looking away. Reaching to his left, he pressed the horn lightly.
The sharp, piercing sound broke the tranquility of the morning.
Zheng Mengni pulled her hand back, which had been held. Lowering her head, she softly said, "My brother is urging us; let’s go."
Wei Jingxi clenched his fist and slowly relaxed it. When he turned around, all traces of a smile had vanished. He bent down to pick up two luxury bags from the sports car's passenger seat—both were bags from Zheng Mengni's favorite brand.
"Aren't you leaving school soon? Isn't it convenient to park here?"
Before the back door could close, Zheng Zeqi's voice came from the front.
Wei Jingxi shut the door. "It's convenient; I'll call someone to send a car to school."
"I heard from Xiao Ni that exams are coming up. You asked her for tutoring. But I think the professors at school should be more professional than she is; don’t you agree?"
Wei Jingxi clearly didn’t know about this. Beside him, Zheng Mengni had turned her head, focusing intently on his eyes as she gently traced his palm with her finger.
It tickled.
"Yeah, but the professors are too verbose; only what Ni Ni says makes sense to me."
He held Zheng Mengni’s hand down, his long, pale fingers teasingly scratching her palm in return.
Zheng Zeqi watched through the rearview mirror, his gaze cold and devoid of any warmth.
"In that case, just stay at school; Xiao Ni has other plans this weekend."
"Ah."
Wei Jingxi's lips curled up as he lifted his eyelids, gazing at Zheng Mengni, who was looking back at him.
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