Ye Cheng’s gaze grew colder, once again forcibly removing her hand from his arm, and as they pulled at each other, the red wine glass in Zimei’s other hand swayed violently.
Two-thirds of the remaining red wine splashed out, directly spilling onto Zimei.
The crimson wine soaked through her chest, appearing exceptionally dazzling and glaring on the white cheongsam.
Ye Cheng stared at the stain for a moment in a daze, yet still unceremoniously pulled Zimei’s hand away.
Zimei no longer reached out to cling to him; she suddenly became quiet, lifting her misty eyes to fixedly look at the man she loved deeply and engraved in her heart.
After a moment, she suddenly laughed.
Her laugh was beautiful and enchanting, like dahlias blooming under the sun.
Then, they saw Zimei retreating step by step, retreating while still laughing foolishly at Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng was momentarily stunned by her peculiar behavior.
When he came to his senses, Zimei’s back was already against the yacht’s railing. She was still looking at him and smiling, her red lips moving: "Ye Cheng, if I jump down from here, would you save me?"
Upon hearing this, the space between Ye Cheng’s brows suddenly twitched.
What did she want to do?
"Don’t be crazy," the man coldly reprimanded.
Zimei suddenly moved the wine glass in her hand slowly outside the railing, the sea breeze blowing her hair, covering most of her face, yet she still smiled enchantingly, "I’m not crazy."
As her words fell, she suddenly released her hand.
The red wine glass quickly plummeted, disappearing in an instant into the surging waves below, without a trace.
"Ye Cheng, if I fall, would I sink into the sea just like that in an instant?" Zimei withdrew her gaze, turned back to Ye Cheng, and asked with a haunting tone.
"If you want to die, find somewhere else, don’t die here," Ye Cheng replied coldly.
"Ha..." Zimei laughed, full of sorrow, "If I die, it must be in front of you."
After speaking, she already turned to face the sea, and then made a gesture as if to leap.
Ye Cheng’s expression changed dramatically, and almost instinctively, he rushed at her, clasping tightly onto her body before the woman could jump.
"Did you not care whether I live or die anymore? Then let me die!" Zimei struggled and shouted.
"I said, if you’re going to die, go far away! Don’t dirty my eyes."
Ye Cheng dragged her to a spot far from the railing, only then did he release his grip sharply.
The man’s face was ashen as he stared at the woman, whose chest was heaving from the intense struggle: "Even acting has its limits, don’t expect me to stop you next time."
After the icy warning, Ye Cheng strode away without looking back.
Zimei saw he was really leaving, swallowed back the tears in her eyes, and suddenly called urgently to his back: "Ye Cheng, don’t let Mo Qian go to Japan, there’s a trap over there!"
Ye Cheng’s steps paused slightly, then he quickly walked into the nearby cabin door.
As Ye Cheng’s figure gradually disappeared down the corridor, Xia Duoduo, who had been hiding in a concealed spot, slowly emerged.
She had just come out of the bathroom, saw Ye Cheng leave the hall and head outside, and quietly followed him.
Xia Duoduo just didn’t expect to see Ye Cheng entangled with that seductive woman.
Even though Xia Duoduo couldn’t hear their conversation clearly, from their actions, it was obvious that their relationship was not ordinary.
No wonder Ye Cheng isn’t interested in other women; it turns out he’s always had a woman hidden deep in his heart...