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"I will take responsibility!"
He stiffly threw down a sentence and walked out of the Zheng Family's gate, his head hanging low.
Wei Jingxi returned to the car, drenched, and sat inside. The sleek black luxury vehicle had been idling under the tree for quite some time without starting.
Zheng Mengni had only blocked his phone number, so Wei Jingxi sent her messages through other social media platforms.
"I'm downstairs."
"Xiao Ni, Tian Tan Ban is present. I believe you had your reasons for saying those things. It's just me now, and I want to have a good talk with you."
The other party remained unresponsive, and Wei Jingxi meticulously edited each message he sent.
The next morning, Wei Jingxi sat alone in the car, his hair disheveled from the lake water. A half-burnt cigarette was pinched between his fingers, and amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze was hollow, with remnants of tears at the corners of his eyes.
He turned his head, blankly staring at Morning Light Villa, where the person he missed all night had yet to arrive. His messages had received no replies. At that moment, there was no emotion left in Wei Jingxi.
He slowly closed his sore eyes from a sleepless night and hovered his finger over the delete key, accidentally pressing it down. His heart sank as he resignedly tossed his phone aside. With a heavy hand, he slammed the steering wheel and drove away from the villa area with a dark expression.
At three in the afternoon, Feng Youxian had a rare day off without any engagements. He invited a few friends to relax and play golf. Wearing sunglasses, he effortlessly controlled the steering wheel with one hand. The left window was fully rolled down, allowing the wind to whip through and tousle his dark hair while a carefree smile played on his lips.
Suddenly, a deafening engine roar approached from afar, reverberating loudly in his ears. Feng Youxian's view was obstructed as if something had brushed against his face. He raised his other hand to catch a thin red bill that had been blown onto his sunglasses by the wind.
Feng Youxian held the banknote tightly and tilted his head to look outside.
A flashy silver supercar approached from behind, matching his speed in an instant. Amidst the swirling pink banknotes, a glimpse of a sharp, angular face emerged, adorned with a row of ear studs that glinted coldly in the sunlight.
Perhaps it was Feng Youxian's gaze that was too obvious, or perhaps it was the reckless speed at which he drove. Wei Jingxi felt a sense of awareness and glanced sideways to meet his eyes. His expression was indifferent, as if he were looking at someone inconsequential. He didn’t remember who Feng Youxian was; he was merely curious about the person daring enough to overtake him on the street.
With a cold, dark smile, Wei Jingxi slammed his foot down on the accelerator, sending a flurry of banknotes flying into the air like a sudden storm.
Feng Youxian took off his sunglasses and instinctively glanced at the ridiculously ostentatious license plate of the supercar. It was Wei Jingxi. Had he lost his mind? Did he have so much money that he could just throw it around on the streets?
Distracted, Feng Youxian drove on, his tires crushing the scattered bills that paved the road beneath him. Halfway through his journey, he was forced to stop at the intersection of Moon Lake Avenue, which stretched from the Financial Center in the east to the Administrative Center in the west, reaching down to Aode International Plaza in the south and up to Ruihua World Trade Center in the north. The main roads were jammed tight with traffic.
Rarely on vacation, encountering such chaos frustrated him as he leaned back in his seat, surrounded by the blaring sirens of police cars and ambulances.
A month ago, after an auction concluded, he had become the center of media attention for purchasing Pink Kiss for a staggering price of one billion. When reporters asked why he would spend such an exorbitant amount on a diamond ring, the spirited man calmly gazed into the camera, his eyes sparkling with indescribable joy.
At that time, Wei Jingxi simply said, "I’m getting engaged."
But in just one month, everything had changed. The extravagant spending on Moon Lake Avenue had caused a traffic jam that resulted in injuries for both of them. There were whispers afterward that he had thrown away exactly one billion at that very spot where wedding cars should have been welcoming brides along the bustling avenue. One billion—precisely what he had paid for that diamond ring.
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