Qing Muye found the advice of love expert Tang Si to be rather nonsensical. He cast a suspicious glance at Tang Si, then turned to Han Yu, seemingly placing more trust in the taciturn Han Yu's words.
To his surprise, Han Yu nodded solemnly, "Basically... correct."
Upon receiving confirmation, Qing Muye's dark brows furrowed slightly. After a moment of silence, he raised his cup and drained it in one gulp.
Han Yu and Tang Si looked at each other, stunned.
"Second Brother, what's with your reaction? Have you really fallen for Li Yun'er?"
"Miss Li is his wife. It's normal to love her; it would be strange not to."
Listening to their words, the face of Meng Jingwei surfaced in Qing Muye's mind. He clenched his cup, as if unable to accept reality, and said in a deep voice, "It's not her."
If Qing Muye had been doubting himself before, Tang Si's words hit the mark completely.
Just like that night, he hadn't stopped Meng Jingwei from leaving his apartment, and he had been restless and agitated all day.
That was why he had found a way to make Meng Jingwei appear before him.
Upon seeing her, he wanted to hold her in his arms. Even when she slept, he would steal quiet kisses, but bound by his moral compass, he dared not do anything more to her.
However, Tang Si's final remark, "even walking down the street feels incredibly wonderful," was spot on.
"No... not her? You mean it's not Li Yun'er?"
Tang Si was dumbfounded, unable to believe that these words had come from Qing Muye's mouth. He hastily pressed for an answer, "If not her, then who? Don't tell me you're keeping someone in secret?"
Han Yu was equally astonished. He turned his head to look at Qing Muye incredulously, awaiting his answer.
But Qing Muye lowered his head in silence, lifting his wine glass with his long, elegant hand, and drinking it slowly.
As the saying goes, "The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuchs are."
After waiting for a long time without an answer, Tang Si slapped Qing Muye on the shoulder, "Second Brother, spit it out! Are you trying to drive me crazy?"
He still didn't answer.
It was Han Yu, however, who furrowed his brow thoughtfully, "Could it be the granddaughter the Old Madam wants to acknowledge?"
As expected of a police officer, he was sharp and insightful, hitting the nail on the head.
"What are you talking about? That's impossible, Old Han."
Tang Si found Han Yu's guess highly inaccurate. He even analyzed it earnestly with Han Yu, "Look, the woman the Old Madam wants to acknowledge as her granddaughter looks almost identical to Li Yun'er. She's also a country girl, not sophisticated. Moreover, Second Brother doesn't even like Li Yun'er, so how could he like another woman who looks like her? That's absurd."
He waved his hand, letting out a confident scoff, and casually raised his wine glass to toast Qing Muye, "You agree, don't you, Second Brother?"
With that, he raised his glass and took a sip of wine.
As he was drinking, he heard Qing Muye say in a deep voice, "It should be her."
"Pfft... cough cough... cough cough cough... cough cough..."
The single sentence startled Tang Si so much that he sprayed out the wine in his mouth, choking and coughing uncontrollably. "Cough cough cough, damn it, you're choking me to death... Second Brother, what are you talking about?"
"You're still not sure?"
Han Yu sensed the hesitation and uncertainty in Qing Muye's words.
Qing Muye shook his head slightly, "I wasn't sure before coming here, but now, I am certain."
"She's the girl you risked your life to save from the fire, isn't she? Damn, when Song Ci mentioned it, I thought you were so noble, but it turns out you were saving that girl!"
Tang Si took out a tissue to wipe the wine stains from his clothes, muttering to himself.
What kind of enchantress could have captivated Second Brother so completely?
No, he had to meet this woman.
He absolutely had to!
"If you like her, why did you sleep with Li Yun'er?" Han Yu leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs, and asked calmly.
Because Han Yu was a police officer, working in the elements every day. Despite having a buzz cut and dark skin, he possessed a healthy beauty that was enduring and handsome.
Especially since he was a man of few words and had an upright appearance; even a single glance could convey the sense of justice emanating from him.
"That was just an accident."
Qing Muye recalled that time abroad. Due to work requirements, he had attended a social function and gotten drunk. Afterward, for some reason, he had ended up with Li Yun'er.
Since she was pregnant, he had to take responsibility.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I never would have thought Second Brother was so responsible. But this matter is quite simple. Although the Old Madam wants a great-grandchild and you have to marry Li Yun'er, you could simply spend some money to keep your god-sister? Women, expensive cars, luxury bags – there's nothing that can't be handled."
He raised his hand and gently patted Qing Muye's shoulder, "Besides, Second Brother, you're handsome and distinguished. Any woman would want to throw herself at you. Handling women is not that difficult."
"Shut up!"
As Tang Si uttered the last word, Qing Muye shot him a sudden, sharp glare.
That night, Qing Muye drank a lot, truly drinking himself into a stupor.
For some reason, knowing his true feelings for Meng Jingwei made his mood even heavier.
Heavier than how he felt the day he learned Meng Jingwei 'liked' Xiao Cheng.
Until dawn broke and Qing Muye lay down, the slightly tipsy Tang Si looked at the sober Han Yu, shrugged, and spread his hands, "Tsk tsk tsk, Second Brother has really fallen for her."
Han Yu merely looked at Qing Muye, who had fallen asleep on the sofa, with a calm gaze. He understood but said nothing.
Tang Si took out his phone and made a call to Song Ci, directly saying, "Song Ci, quickly send me your boss's god-sister's phone number."
A sudden call in the early morning, asking Song Ci for Meng Jingwei's phone number, made Song Ci on the other end of the line feel surprised. "Young Master Tang, what do you need Miss Meng's phone number for?"
"Stop with the nonsense and send me the phone number quickly!"
"Oh, okay, wait a moment."
Song Ci hung up the phone and hurriedly sent Meng Jingwei's number to Tang Si.
However, at this moment, Tang Si and Han Yu were supporting Qing Muye, escorting him to the private apartment on the top floor of the Ye Se club.
Ding—
The elevator reached the top floor and stopped.
The two men helped Qing Muye, swiped his access card, entered the apartment, and supported him back to his bedroom, settling him down before exiting his room.
However, Tang Si's gaze fell upon the bottle of Romanée-Conti, the 1945 vintage, placed on the table.
It was the expensive wine from Qing Muye's car that Song Ci had brought over late last night after driving his car back to the underground parking garage.
Qing Muye had been learning to play games with Meng Jingwei yesterday. After Song Ci delivered the wine, he had casually placed it on the table.
"Holy cow, Old Han, look! Isn't this the bottle of wine someone gave Qing Muye years ago, which was auctioned at Sotheby's in New York?"
Tang Si, with his discerning eye, recognized the wine at a glance and couldn't help but feel a pang of desire.
With a creak, the door to the second bedroom suddenly opened. Meng Jingwei, dressed neatly, wearing slippers, stood at the doorway. Her gaze fell upon the two men standing in the living room, and she suddenly froze.
Then, she asked angrily, "Who are you?"