Bang—
As the two exchanged words, the plate in Tang Si's hand slipped and crashed onto the low table with a bang.
What, what?
Was the person in front of him still the same second brother who was obsessed with cleanliness?
He was actually making breakfast for this little girl?
He was even using chopsticks that this little girl had used?
He was actually enjoying her scolding him?
Tang Si felt that he must be crazy, his mind had gone fuzzy, and he was dreaming to see Qing Muyue like this.
He dazedly turned his head and looked at Han Yu, who was stunned beside him. "Old Han, quickly, slap me, quick! I must be dreaming."
Han Yu was also so shocked by Qing Muyue that he couldn't react for a long time.
Hearing Tang Si's words, he stiffened his neck, nodded, then raised his hand and slapped Tang Si directly across the face.
The force of the slap sent Tang Si tumbling onto the sofa.
"What the hell! That hurt like hell, Old Han, are you trying to kill me? Ouch, my face!"
Tang Si instantly sobered up from the pain, clutching his face and groaning incessantly.
But he heard Old Han shake his hand, "Yeah, my hand hurts too, which means... you're not dreaming."
"Nonsense, my face is almost swollen, how could your hand not hurt? I suspect you're taking revenge! Damn it, if this face of mine is ruined, Old Han, our relationship ends here."
Tang Si's face bore the imprint of five fingers, and his mouth twitched with pain.
"I was afraid that if I didn't hit hard enough, you wouldn't be able to distinguish between dream and reality," Han Yu explained.
"But you don't have to hit me to death, do you?"
"If I hit you to death, do you think you'd still be alive?"
"Damn it! What's going on?"
Tang Si was furious.
Before his anger could vent, he heard Meng Jingwei mumble beside him, "Qing Muyue, is your friend's brain not working? Or should we call 120? I think his mental state is quite serious."
Saying that, Meng Jingwei tilted her head to look at Qing Muyue and whispered, "Your friend didn't sneak out of a mental hospital, did he? Oh dear, it's too pathetic. He's quite handsome, but his brain is a bit problematic. Such a waste of that face, what a sin."
She thought her voice was very low, but unbeknownst to her, her words fell clearly into Tang Si's ears, angering him to the point where he almost couldn't breathe and passed out.
Qing Muyue cast a faint glance at the two people sitting opposite him, and agreed with Meng Jingwei's words, "Perhaps, you are right."
Han Yu rubbed his stinging palm and sized up Qing Muyue and Meng Jingwei, lost in shock and unable to extricate himself.
Let alone Tang Si.
It wasn't until Meng Jingwei finished eating a few soup dumplings that she put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, stood up, picked up the paper bag, and said to Qing Muyue, "Then you guys chat, I'll be going now."
With that, she walked around Qing Muyue.
As she left, she gave Tang Si a sympathetic look and then glanced at Qing Muyue with some concern, giving him a meaningful look.
Qing Muyue followed Meng Jingwei's gaze to Tang Si, and saw Meng Jingwei point to his head, opening her mouth and saying silently, "His brain is not good, you'd better stay away from him."
Qing Muyue couldn't help but chuckle, nodded slightly, and watched Meng Jingwei leave the apartment with her things.
Ding—
Suddenly, Qing Muyue's phone chimed with a message notification.
He picked up his phone and glanced at it. It was a message from Song Ci: [Boss, Miss Li is here.]
Seeing the message, Qing Muyue's gaze deepened, but he simply replied with an "En."
After Meng Jingwei left, Tang Si stood up and rushed to Qing Muyue like the wind, "Second brother, tell me honestly, how long have you liked this woman?"
This was simply the hottest news of the year!
Tang Si had once believed that Qing Muyue would never fall in love with a woman. Even knowing that he was going to marry Li Yun'er, he understood it was because Qing Muyue lacked a woman.
It was only because the position of 'wife' could not be vacant that he was forced to marry.
Otherwise, Tang Si firmly believed that Qing Muyue would choose not to marry.
"Does she know about you marrying Miss Li?" Han Yu asked thoughtfully.
Qing Muyue sat on the sofa, his gaze lowered in thought, "She knows."
"Second brother, answer my question, don't beat around the bush." Tang Si leaned beside Qing Muyue, putting his arm around his shoulder like a close friend.
"I'm not sure."
Qing Muyue's deep gaze fixed on the half-bowl of porridge on the table, his thoughts somewhat chaotic.
Recalling bits and pieces of his interactions with Meng Jingwei, even he himself didn't know when he had started to care so much about her.
...
In the apartment, the conversation between the three brothers continued, while Meng Jingwei, carrying several bags of clothes, leisurely walked out of the elevator.
She originally disdained taking these clothes from Qing Muyue's place, but thinking about the one million yuan she spent at the bar that day, and considering that Qing Muyue had called the police over a bottle of wine yesterday, intentionally embarrassing her, she took the clothes.
Meng Jingwei planned to sell these clothes online at a discount later, which might help her recoup a considerable amount of losses.
Humming a tune, she cheerfully walked out of the lobby of the Night Color Club.
It was already approaching ten in the morning, and there were few people in the club lobby. Meng Jingwei, looking down at her phone, paid no attention to others.
But after she left, someone walked out from a corner.
That person was none other than Li Yun'er.
She looked back at the disappearing Meng Jingwei, then looked at the private elevator. The number displayed on the elevator was '1'.
That elevator led to the top floor, exclusively for Qing Muyue, and only Song Ci could enter and exit freely besides him.
But why did Meng Jingwei come out of it, carrying several bags?
Li Yun'er's brow furrowed, and a fierce glint appeared in her eyes.
She stood there for a moment, then made a phone call, "Immediately check the surveillance footage of the west side private waiting hall of the Night Color Club for the past few days, and see if any woman has appeared."
After giving the instructions, Li Yun'er hung up the phone.
The private elevator went up and then slowly came down. When the elevator door opened again, Song Ci was standing inside. Seeing Li Yun'er, he nodded slightly, "Miss Li, you've waited a long time."
The anger on Li Yun'er's delicate, fair face instantly disappeared, and she smiled gently, "Thank you, Assistant Song."
"Miss Li, you are too kind."
Song Ci glanced at her meaningfully and asked, "Did you see anyone when you came just now?"
When Li Yun'er arrived, he had sent a message to his boss, who had only replied with an "En," indicating that Meng Jingwei should not be upstairs.
But he clearly knew that Meng Jingwei was upstairs last night. Could she have already left?
Then, could Li Yun'er have encountered Meng Jingwei?
Li Yun'er's beautiful eyes, like clear springs, flickered slightly. The surprise lasted only for a moment, so fast that even Song Ci didn't notice anything unusual.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but feel nervous.
Could it be that Song Ci already knew that Meng Jingwei had been to Qing Muyue's apartment?