Meng Jingwei vaguely detected a hint of conspiracy.
She always felt that Qing Muyu had ulterior motives, constantly plotting and calculating against her.
Her remark left Qing Muyu speechless, and the topic was dropped.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally arrived near the Nightclub. As Meng Jingwei was about to cross the road towards her rental apartment, Qing Muyu immediately said, "You still have some things left at my apartment."
"Ah, what?"
Meng Jingwei frowned and thought, but couldn't recall anything she might have left at the Nightclub apartment.
"Clothes."
"Aren't those clothes all bought by you?"
"You've worn them, who am I keeping them for? You don't want them? Then I'll just throw them away."
The man knew Meng Jingwei's personality well, gauging the situation perfectly.
"Are you sure you don't want them?"
Those were all designer, limited edition clothes. Wouldn't it be a waste to throw them away?
Meng Jingwei genuinely thought Qing Muyu was a spendthrift.
To just say he wanted to throw away perfectly good clothes.
Qing Muyu said nothing, only nodded slightly. She pouted, "Then I'll go to your place and get them. But Qing Muyu, I'm warning you, these were given to me by you, and I'm going to record a video as proof."
A burnt child fears the fire.
She didn't want to be calculated by Qing Muyu again.
"As you wish."
Qing Muyu said indifferently.
The two entered the Nightclub lobby, swiped their access card for the private elevator, and went upstairs.
Ding—
The elevator reached the top floor. They exited the elevator, and Meng Jingwei turned on her phone's recording function, pointing it directly at Qing Muyu's face, "Come, the video is proof. I need to record you, otherwise, if you accuse me of theft again, I won't be able to defend myself."
In the past, when others took out their phones to film him, Qing Muyu would inexplicably feel disgusted and annoyed.
But now, facing Meng Jingwei's playful demeanor, his usually stern face displayed a faint smile, and his cold expression gained a touch of tenderness.
"What are you smiling about?"
Meng Jingwei held up her phone, looking at Qing Muyu, who was being recorded. His every expression and smile was captivating, as if it could steal one's soul, causing her to momentarily fall under his spell.
This damned perfect face. How favored by the heavens was he to be given such a flawless, stunningly sculpted face? He was breathtakingly handsome.
Meng Jingwei swore to the heavens that if he weren't Qing Muyu, with his overwhelmingly handsome appearance, she would definitely pursue him and want to be his girlfriend.
However, beneath the attractive exterior lay an incredibly dark heart, which made her hesitate.
Qing Muyu didn't answer Meng Jingwei's question. She continued, "Didn't you ask me to come get the clothes? I need evidence, otherwise how can I take them?"
"Mm, the clothes in my wardrobe, they're all yours."
"That's too general. Come with me."
Meng Jingwei grabbed Qing Muyu's hand and pulled him into the bedroom. She opened a drawer, patted it in front of Qing Muyu, and then filmed the clothes in the wardrobe one by one, "Are these the clothes you're giving me?"
"Yes."
"These are being gifted to me for free, you won't go back on your word, and you can't ask me for money. Right?"
"Yes."
"Hahaha, as long as I have evidence."
Meng Jingwei saved the video, put away her phone, and smiled broadly.
However, just as she was about to pack the clothes, a flicker of light flashed in Qing Muyu's eyes. He said, "That… I've been playing a game recently, and you're quite proficient at games, aren't you? Could you teach me some tricks?"
"What?"
A game?
Meng Jingwei almost dropped her jaw.
She thought Qing Muyu was too busy with work to play games, but unexpectedly, he was asking her for advice. "Playing games requires experience, and I can't teach for free. It's impossible."
It had to be said, Meng Jingwei's answer was almost exactly as Qing Muyu had predicted, with only minor differences in wording.
He feigned nonchalance, "If you teach me to master three heroes from now until tomorrow, how much would you charge?"
"From now until tomorrow, that's one day and one night. At least I'd need to charge... hmm... let me think..."
The little woman pursed her lips, one hand on her chest, the other stroking her chin, her eyes glinting as she occasionally glanced at Qing Muyu.
Thinking that Qing Muyu had taken a million from her at the Nightclub and then called the police on her, she seized this rare opportunity to not let the scoundrel off the hook.
After much thought, she said, "At least fifty thousand, no discounts. Let me tell you, I'm a skilled player."
"Then forget it. I'll have Song Ci contact someone else tomorrow. Maybe they'll be cheaper."
After saying that, Qing Muyu turned to leave.
However, his steps were small, his pace slow, as if he expected something.
"Hey, hey, don't go. We can negotiate this."
How could she let a bird in the hand fly away?
Meng Jingwei grabbed Qing Muyu and walked around to face him, grinning, "Then tell me, what price are you willing to give? We're old acquaintances, we can give you a discount."
"Ten thousand."
"Holy crap, Qing Muyu, are you going too far? I only said I'd give you a discount, not a fracture discount. I can give you a discount... ten thousand yuan."
"No, ten thousand."
"Oh, then thirty-five thousand."
"Ten thousand."
"Thirty thousand!"
"Fifteen thousand, no more."
"Oh my, twenty thousand, just twenty thousand, that's it, not a penny less."
"Ten thousand."
"Qing Muyu, what are you playing at? It was fifteen thousand just now, now it's ten thousand? Can you be a human being?"
"Fifteen thousand is a bit expensive."
"Expensive your sister! Are you a miser? Forget it, forget it, I won't say anything more. Fifteen thousand it is. Transfer it first, and remember to put a note that it's for game tuition."
Being so wary of Qing Muyu, Meng Jingwei suddenly felt she was living a life of constant anxiety.
He immediately transferred fifteen thousand yuan to her. The little woman, having received the money, was overjoyed and felt that Qing Muyu looked much more pleasing to the eye.
"Come, I'll take you to the sofa to play games, I'll teach you."
Meng Jingwei pulled Qing Muyu to the living room and sat directly on the sofa. In her joy, she had completely forgotten about the injury on her right hand.
He sat beside her, opened the most popular game at the moment, Honor of Kings.
They sat close together. Meng Jingwei tilted her head and leaned towards him, looking at his phone, and murmured, "Why do you suddenly want to play games?"
"Because..."
You like playing games.
During the time she lived at the Nightclub, he had always seen Meng Jingwei playing games.
Sometimes playing the computer version, sometimes the mobile version, she was a very skilled gamer.
At some point, Qing Muyu wondered if playing games together with her would be a great experience?
"Because of what?"
He left his sentence unfinished, suddenly being coy, which made Meng Jingwei's heart flutter like a cat scratching an itch.
"Work is tedious, and I want to pass the time."
"Heh, you, a workaholic, find things tedious?"
Meng Jingwei was amused, half-laughing, half-crying, and then began to ask Qing Muyu about his thoughts and understanding of games.
Originally, she was just sitting beside him, but as they chatted, she leaned her shoulder against him. Then, feeling uncomfortable leaning on his shoulder, she directly put her arm around his shoulder, resting her chin on his shoulder.