"Fellow Daoist Che Jing, I hope you can forgive me. In my moment of excitement, I disturbed your discussion with Senior Kong Ling." Song Wen glanced at the remnants of food on the wooden table and spoke with a face full of apology.
"It is of no consequence. Senior Kong Ling and I had no important matters to discuss," Che Jing said.
Song Wen had actually understood this perfectly well.
The two of them were dining on the completely open top floor of the restaurant. It was clearly an ordinary social gathering, not a secret meeting.
That was precisely why Song Wen had dared to come over so rashly.
"With those words from you, Fellow Daoist, Lei can rest easy. If I disturbed your important business because of myself, it would truly be my fault." Though these words were insincere, Song Wen's face was filled with frankness and shame.
Che Jing fell silent for a moment. Her cool eyes carefully scrutinized Song Wen's face as she deliberately slowed her speech and said gradually, "You are quite humble and polite now. But why were you so heartless toward Junior Sister Qiao? Back then, you courted Junior Sister Qiao in every possible way, making her whole heart hang upon you. Yet later, you suddenly vanished without a trace. From then on, Junior Sister Qiao, once open-minded and cheerful, gradually became quiet and withdrawn. The smile she once wore never returned."
"My master and I comforted her many times, telling her that someone as wolf-hearted and dog-lunged as you was not worth it. Yet every time, she defended you, saying that you must have had some unavoidable reason for leaving."
Faced with Che Jing's accusations, the shame on Song Wen's face deepened further.
"I wronged her. But back then, I truly had a