Meng Jingwei, holding the wine bottle, shot Shu Yao a cold glare and snatched the bottle from her hand. "You're meddling. I'm in a good mood, can't I have a drink?"
"A good mood?"
Shu Yao looked completely bewildered. Did she look like someone in a good mood?
"Yes, a good mood. My brother and his fiancée are getting married soon, I'm happy! Want to have a couple of drinks with me to celebrate in advance? Oh right, Shu Yao, let me tell you, when Qing Muye and Li Yun'er get married, we can ask them for big red envelopes, hahaha..."
She laughed unrestrainedly and took several large gulps of wine from the bottle.
The wine went down like plain water, unable to stop.
Shu Yao was stunned by Meng Jingwei's actions. "You... are you really happy?"
She seemed more sad than happy.
"Mm, happy, happy."
Meng Jingwei nodded vigorously, slammed the empty wine bottle onto the table, let out a burp, and then got up to walk towards the bar.
"Qing... no, my brother is very rich. The wines on the bar counter are all good ones. It would be a waste not to drink them. I want to drink more."
She walked to the bar and looked at the good wines on the shelf, specifically choosing those with older vintages.
Although these wines were good, their long aging meant that if not properly aerated, drinking them might be harmful to health.
Meng Jingwei picked out two bottles from the wine rack, glanced at Shu Yao, and shook her head. "You have a low alcohol tolerance, go to bed. I'm going to drink with him."
As she spoke, she handed a bottle of red wine to Qing Muye. "Come, to celebrate you becoming a father soon, we must drink until we're happily drunk. But let's agree in advance, when you get married, you must give me a big red envelope."
Qing Muye's gaze was fixed on Meng Jingwei.
The last time she got drunk so recklessly was the day she was rescued from abroad.
It had only been a month.
Shu Yao knew about the relationship between Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei, so she didn't say anything further, only telling Qing Muye, "Have her drink less. I'm going to sleep."
"Mm."
Qing Muye responded, and she went back to the bedroom to sleep.
*Bang—*
Meng Jingwei clinked her wine bottle against his. "Come, have a drink with me."
"Your wound hasn't healed yet, you shouldn't drink alcohol."
"This little injury is nothing."
Meng Jingwei glanced at him. "You're so indecisive, talking so much even about drinking."
She raised the wine bottle and continued drinking alone.
In a short while, she finished the wine in her hand, but seeing that Qing Muye hadn't touched his, her small face immediately fell. "If you don't want to drink, fine. I'll go find Xiao Cheng to drink with."
Meng Jingwei put down the wine bottle and got up to leave.
But as soon as she passed Qing Muye, the man tightly grabbed her wrist. "I'll drink with you."
He held Meng Jingwei's wrist with one hand, raised the wine bottle with the other, gazed at Meng Jingwei, and took a large gulp of red wine. "Sit down, I'll drink with you."
"That's more like it."
Meng Jingwei grinned, her smile laced with endless bitterness.
He drank with her, watching as Meng Jingwei drank four bottles of red wine alone without getting drunk.
Qing Muye had initially thought that a little alcohol would help her sleep, but the lightly intoxicated her showed no signs of sleeping. If she continued to drink, she might suffer alcohol poisoning and harm herself.
He took the wine bottle from Meng Jingwei's hand. "Stop drinking. I'll take you out for a drive."
The man sincerely lamented Meng Jingwei's astonishing alcohol tolerance.
But no matter how high her tolerance, it couldn't withstand the harm of alcohol.
"Hmm? Where are we going for a drive?"
Meng Jingwei's cheeks were flushed, and she tilted her head, looking at Qing Muye with narrowed eyes as she asked.
"Just follow me."
Qing Muye took her hand and they got up to walk outside.
Meng Jingwei felt a bit dizzy, her steps were unsteady, but her consciousness was clear. She held his hand tightly, afraid of falling.
Entering the elevator, she stood on tiptoe, her left arm draped over Qing Muye's shoulder, acting like they were the best of friends. "Where are we going in the middle of the night? Can we go on the Ferris wheel? I've always wanted to ride one since I was little, but I never had the chance. Do you think... am I just pathetic..."
The little woman, resting her head on his shoulder, exhaled a strong scent of alcohol and then let out a suffocating burp.
Qing Muye frowned in distaste, raised his arm to hug her waist, afraid she might fall if she lost her balance.
"Okay, I'll take you on the Ferris wheel."
"Really? The biggest Ferris wheel in Lancheng?"
"Mm."
"Wow, that's great, hehehehe. It's so late and we can still ride the Ferris wheel, it must be so... fun..."
She grinned, overjoyed.
Qing Muye, on the other hand, had a complex expression, his gaze filled with worry and affection.
As he took Meng Jingwei downstairs, he had already messaged Song Ci. By the time he reached the second basement parking lot, Song Ci was waiting downstairs.
Due to work, Song Ci's residence couldn't be too far from Qing Muye's, so he was arranged to rest in the presidential suite below Qing Muye's.
Over time, the suite where Song Ci stayed became his small apartment.
"Is everything ready?"
After getting into the car, Qing Muye, sitting in the back, asked Song Ci.
"I've already contacted the park manager."
Song Ci replied as he started the car and slowly drove out of the underground parking lot.
Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye sat in the back. She tilted her head, looking at the night outside the window. Instead of falling into a deep sleep, she became more and more awake.
Carrying her worries, coupled with severe insomnia, and her exceptional alcohol tolerance, she rarely got drunk.
Meng Jingwei didn't know that the last time she got incredibly drunk in Qing Muye's night apartment, she vomited uncontrollably, because she was overly confident in her alcohol tolerance.
And it was precisely that time that she had mistakenly drunk very old red wine, which led her to become drunk as a puddle of mud.
"What are you thinking about?"
Seeing that she wasn't asleep, Qing Muye asked.
Meng Jingwei shook her head slightly and sighed wistfully, "Just admiring the moonlight."
She was thinking about how Qing Muye was about to marry Li Yun'er.
Whether she should continue with her revenge or return to her hometown to live out her days in peace with her adoptive parents.
However, whichever choice she made, it was bound to be difficult, and Meng Jingwei felt more resentment.
Resentment that the Li family had heartlessly abandoned her, and in order to save Li Zirui, had cruelly injured her adoptive parents, and subsequently repeatedly tried to get rid of her and her adoptive parents.
If this vengeance was not exacted, Meng Jingwei felt that she would never have peace in her remaining life.
Conversely, if she sought revenge, how could she possibly withstand the 'army' by herself?
*Ring, ring, ring—*
In the silent car cabin, a phone call suddenly rang.
Qing Muye took out his phone. It was Li Yun'er's call.
He gazed at the screen, but his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Meng Jingwei, and he finally slid the red button, hanging up the call.
However, after a moment, Li Yun'er called again.
Qing Muye gripped his phone, hesitated for a moment, then answered, holding the phone to his ear. "What is it?"