But Jing Zhiwan was Jing's father's daughter after all, so he couldn't refuse too directly, so as not to hurt the Jing family's reputation, so he nodded.
The two moved into the room, which was decorated elegantly and quietly. There were several pots of orchids on the table, emitting a faint fragrance. There were several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, all of which were treasures of the Jing family.
Jing Zhiwan walked gracefully to the tea table with her lotus steps, picked up the teapot with her bare hands, and poured a cup of new tea for Wei Che with skillful and gentle movements.
She gently pushed the teacup in front of Wei Che, with a gentle smile on her face, and said, "Master Wei, this is the good tea I got a few days ago. Please try it."
Wei Che nodded slightly, whispered "thank you", picked up the teacup and took a sip.
The tea took a sip, with a mellow and sweet aftertaste, and the fragrance of tea spread in his mouth, but his expression remained calm, without too many waves.
Seeing Wei Che finish his tea, Jing Zhiwan smiled and said, "I haven't been to the Meiyan Pavilion for a while. I wonder how it's going now?"
There was a hint of anticipation in her eyes, as if she hoped to hear some interesting stories about Meiyan Pavilion from Wei Che.
Wei Che put down the teacup, looked at Jing Zhiwan calmly, and said calmly: "It's okay."
His answer was brief and cold, and he obviously didn't want to dwell on this topic any further.
Jing Zhiwan was slightly startled, and the smile on her face froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal.
She gently twirled the teacup in her hand, trying to break the slightly awkward atmosphere, and continued, "Meiyan Pavilion is now renowned throughout Youzhou. Many dignitaries rave about the beauty treatments there. I remember when Sister Su first started out, she encountered quite a few difficulties. It's truly not easy for her to achieve such success now."
Wei Che nodded slightly, looking out the window, as if thinking about something.
He was still concerned about the situation in Youzhou and the matters he had discussed with Jing's father. He simply responded casually to Jing Zhiwan's words: "Sister-in-law is indeed capable and has managed Meiyan Pavilion in an orderly manner."
Jing Zhiwan felt a little disappointed when she saw Wei Che's cold attitude, but she still forced herself to cheer up and continue to find topics to talk about.
The two chatted in a lukewarm manner, and time passed by unknowingly.
After a while, Wei Che looked at the sky and felt that it was almost time, so he stood up and said, "Miss Jing, it's getting late, I should say goodbye."
Jing Zhiwan neither nodded nor shook her head, but just looked at Wei Che with a pitiful look.
Wei Che ignored Jing Zhiwan's pitiful gaze, his mind focused solely on leaving as quickly as possible to attend to the pressing matters in Youzhou. He walked up to the door and pushed hard, but it remained motionless, as if nailed shut. This sudden change of events startled him slightly, a look of surprise crossing his face. He couldn't understand why the door wouldn't open. After a brief moment of shock, he pushed again, his hands trembling slightly from the effort, the veins in his arms bulging, but the door remained firmly shut, showing no sign of opening.
His brows instantly furrowed tightly, as if they could pinch a fly to death, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes. He realized that something was wrong, and a feeling of unease spread in his heart. Wei Che slowly lowered his head and looked at the door bolt. This sight made his eyes instantly cold, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose - the door was actually locked from the outside!
This discovery caused Wei Che to feel a surge of intense displeasure, as if he had been ruthlessly plotted against. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He turned to look at Jing Zhiwan, his eyes filled with undisguised questioning, "Miss Jing, what do you mean by this?" His voice was low and suppressed, with a hint of anger. His usual gentleness and self-control were almost shattered by anger at this moment.
The expression on Jing Zhiwan's face at this moment was completely different from before. The joy and attachment that had flickered in her eyes when she first saw Wei Che seemed to have never existed, replaced by a calm expression that was almost indifferent. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, not focused on anything, as if her soul had left her body, leaving only a shell. Facing Wei Che's questioning, she turned a deaf ear and did not respond. She just mechanically walked towards Wei Che while slowly untying the ties on her clothes.
Her movements were filled with a reckless determination. Each time she untied a tie, it was like issuing a command of no return. Her lips were slightly pursed, a bitter smile at the corners of her mouth, a smile of helplessness at her fate and despair of love. Her once rosy cheeks were now bloodless, revealing a sickly pallor. Her hair was a little disheveled, with a few strands dangling beside her cheeks, adding to her dishevelled appearance.
She approached Wei Che step by step, without any shyness or panic in her eyes, only endless emptiness and persistence, as if she was trapped in some kind of obsession that she could not extricate herself from, throwing her reason and dignity behind her, and immersing herself in her own fantasy world, trying to grasp this last "hope" that may not exist at all.
Seeing this, Wei Che frowned tightly into the shape of a "川" character, staring at Jing Zhiwan with sharp eyes, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.
He keenly noticed that Jing Zhiwan's condition was very abnormal. This was definitely not her usual appearance.
At this moment, she seemed to be controlled by something, with empty eyes and strange behavior.
Wei Che wondered if someone was behind her or if she had encountered some unspeakable predicament that led her to such extreme behavior.
He immediately realized that the situation was not good, and without caring about anything else, he turned around and tried to use force to break down the door and leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.
He raised his arm, clenched his fist, gathered all his strength, and smashed it hard at the door.
But as soon as he exerted force, he felt a sense of weakness coming from his limbs, as if all his strength was drained away in an instant, his muscles became soft and he couldn't exert any strength at all.
Not only that, every time he exerted a little strength, he felt a sharp pain in his meridians, as if he were being pricked by millions of needles. The pain quickly spread from his limbs to his entire body, making him gasp.
His body swayed uncontrollably, his steps unsteady, and he stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. In a panic, he could only reach out and hold on to the door tightly, barely able to steady himself.
Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground.
He gasped for breath, a flash of panic in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.
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