Meng Jingwei was self-aware and never thought she would contact Qing MuyYe after leaving Lancheng.
"Are you in love with him so humbly?"
Her words made Xiao Cheng genuinely feel a sense of humility and sadness, and he couldn't help but feel a little heartache for her.
"Ah? Love him so... prepared..."
The sudden words made Meng Jingwei a little bewildered, but then she suddenly remembered that she had told Xiao Cheng that she liked Qing MuyYe in order to refuse him.
This guy must have overthought it.
Meng Jingwei nodded as if it were true, "Yes, that's right. However, this isn't humility, it's just unrequited love, hahaha."
Like Qing MuyYe?
She would never like such a scumbag in her life.
Xiao Cheng's lips curved into a faint smile, his handsome face full of heartache. His gaze lingered on her, and he raised his hand to cover her head, gently stroking her dark hair and sighing with a touch of melancholy, "Only those who are in love with someone who doesn't love them back are the most humble."
What was he implying with that remark again?
Meng Jingwei didn't think much of it, shrugged, and sneered, "None of that matters, time heals all wounds. By the way, I wanted to ask your advice about work. I saw a problem on the project proposal today, it said the product..."
Meng Jingwei worked busily at Junlin Company until closing time. She and Xiao Cheng had a simple dinner and then headed directly to the Nightclub.
At the same time, at the Qing family's old residence.
Qing MuyYe stood in the living room, facing the stern-faced Old Madam Qing, remaining silent.
Old Madam Qing angrily slammed the table, "It was you who wanted to get engaged to Yun'er, and it's you who wants to call off the engagement now. What exactly are you doing?"
"I didn't say call off the engagement, I just want to postpone it indefinitely."
Yesterday, because Li Yun'er and Meng Jingwei were both present, it was inconvenient for him to speak, so he came to the old residence today specifically to discuss this matter with Old Madam Qing.
"Yun'er is already pregnant. If you don't get married now, are you waiting to have a shotgun wedding and become a laughingstock for others?"
Old Madam Qing was furious and pointed at Qing MuyYe, "This is outrageous!"
"Grandma, I..."
"Young Master!"
As Qing MuyYe was about to say something else, Butler Chen, who was standing nearby, called out and interrupted him.
She walked forward and said to Qing MuyYe, "Young Master, the Old Madam is not feeling well today, perhaps we should discuss these matters another time."
Butler Chen knew Old Madam Qing's condition and understood that she couldn't be upset at the moment, so she interrupted their conversation.
Walking in front of Old Madam Qing, she said to her, "Didn't you say that Dr. Zhao would be giving you acupuncture today? Dr. Zhao is waiting, let's go quickly."
Old Madam Qing was furious, but she also knew her physical condition, so she nodded, not forgetting to glare at Qing MuyYe and reprimand him, "This matter is settled. No one is to change it!"
With that, she got up and left the living room with the help of Butler Chen.
Qing MuyYe stood in silence for a long time, then turned and walked out of the old residence. In the parking area of the old residence, he felt the cool breeze blowing against his face, carrying a hint of the late autumn chill.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, leaned against his car, and smoked quietly.
Ring ring ring—
Before he knew it, his phone rang.
He took out his phone, and Li Yun'er's number appeared on the screen.
The man's face remained calm as he stared at the number for a few seconds, then placed the phone on the car roof and continued smoking.
He took a deep drag, and faint wisps of smoke puffed from his thin lips. The smoke curled and dissipated in the wind, revealing his melancholic face.
After a while, the phone rang again. It was his assistant, Song Ci.
Qing MuyYe answered the phone, holding it to his ear. "What is it?"
"Boss, the manager of the Nightclub just called and said... said Miss Meng spent over a million at the bar and wants you to give her a discount."
On the other end of the phone, Song Ci relayed the information he had received to Qing MuyYe.
"With whom?"
"Xiao Cheng."
"The two of them spent over a million?"
"Yes. They ordered the best wine and hired the top hostesses and... and 'Young Masters' from the Nightclub."
Song Ci stammered his replies to Qing MuyYe, and even through the phone, he could almost feel the coldness emanating from his boss.
"Very good."
Qing MuyYe's gaze deepened, and his expression turned icy.
This was really good. He had just given her five million today, and this damned woman immediately took Xiao Cheng to the Nightclub to spend a million!
He hadn't forgotten that day when Meng Jingwei said she would treat him to breakfast and it only cost three yuan and fifty cents, and this dead woman had looked so heartbroken.
The difference in treatment was too obvious.
Since that was the case, he would pay for it himself.
"Boss, how about... how about I ask the manager for a fifty percent discount?"
Song Ci figured that since his boss had given Meng Jingwei five million in Shu Yao's name today, they probably wouldn't charge much for the drinks tonight.
"If she has the ability to spend, she should pay the bill! The nightclub has no rules about discounts."
The man said coldly.
His words carried a hint of jealousy.
"Uh... yes, boss."
Song Ci obeyed, hung up the phone, immediately called the nightclub manager, and relayed Qing MuyYe's words.
At that moment, Meng Jingwei, who was at the front desk of the Nightclub preparing to pay, saw the manager walk over and raised an eyebrow with a smug smile, "How about it? It's definitely on the house, or at most a ten percent discount."
With her life-and-death relationship with Qing MuyYe, he definitely wouldn't charge too much.
Seeing her full of confidence, the nightclub manager gave an embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry, Assistant Song conveyed that Master Qing said you should pay whatever the cost is. We at the Nightclub have no rules about discounts."
"What did you say? Impossible."
Meng Jingwei snorted, not believing the nightclub manager at all, and muttered, "You definitely didn't explain it clearly to Qing MuyYe. I'll speak to him myself."
"As you wish."
The manager didn't argue with Meng Jingwei but watched her take out her phone to call Qing MuyYe.
She dialed the number, and after a few rings, no one answered.
"Big scumbag, he's not answering my call."
Feeling indignant, she called Qing MuyYe again, walking to a quiet spot outside the nightclub.
This time, the man on the other end answered the phone. "What is it?"
"Qing MuyYe, did the Nightclub manager call your assistant just now? Do you know?" She figured it must be that Song Ci hadn't told Qing MuyYe, which caused unnecessary misunderstandings.
"Song Ci has already informed me that you had a huge expenditure at the Nightclub."
"Hehehe, what is it? I just said I wanted the best wine, who knew... who knew your best wine was so expensive. I was young and ignorant, hehehe."
Her delicate and beautiful face was plastered with a fawning smile.
"Ignorance should be paid for."
Qing MuyYe's tone was neither warm nor cold. Upon careful listening, one could detect a hint of his displeasure.
"Paid for what? Isn't the Nightclub yours? We have such a good relationship, you're my brother, can't you give me a discount?"