Though Zhao Cheng coveted her talent, he could not bring himself to deceive someone's feelings for that reason.
He had not never fantasized about the wonderful life of having women in both arms, but when it truly came down to it, life felt too weighty. One person was already enough.
As for contracts, opening one's heart did not necessarily have to mean love. Take Zhao Xiaoxiang, for instance—that was familial affection. Though Zheng Yimeng's familial affection had soured a little, so long as Zhao Cheng did not take a wrong step, it would eventually return to the right track.
"Stop messing around."
Zhao Cheng said.
"Your sister and I only met by chance, then walked a short stretch of the road together. I never made her any promises, and she never made me any promises. That's all."
He had a bit of a headache too. He was no fool; he could sense that vague affection. But that was absolutely not a reason for him to become a womanizer.
"Alright, go back!"
After carefully choosing his words, Zhao Cheng spoke.
At that instant, Li Qingmeng's heart turned ice-cold. She instinctively took a step back, her mind in utter chaos.
Under normal circumstances, faced with her "forcing the palace," shouldn't a qualified male lead be torn between both sides, hesitate and waver, and then have her break open the situation and defeat Belvia?!
But if Zhao Cheng had truly acted that way, she would instead have been disappointed.
The resoluteness and strength Zhao Cheng displayed at this moment were undoubtedly what drew her to him the most.
Only, if the thing being cast aside was not herself...
One step, two steps, three steps... Li Qingmeng took ten steps in a row before finally stopping. All along, she had been hoping that Zhao