Did he like her?
Impossible.
Such 'uncontrollable' was merely a physiological response of a mature man, representing nothing.
The reason he saved her, besides wanting to prevent his grandmother from worrying about Meng Jingwei, was also for his own selfish desire.
That is, other than Meng Jingwei, no other woman could provide him with that ultimate sense of 'lust.' He felt no reaction even when women were forward.
Although Qing Muye clearly understood his 'definition' of Meng Jingwei in his heart, he was burning with heat at that moment, as if roasted by a fierce fire, so hot he was almost collapsing.
If it were any other time, he would have 'taken' her without hesitation to vent his desire.
But it had only been twenty-five days since her miscarriage; she couldn't be touched.
Qing Muye finally got up and took a cold shower in the bathroom.
However, when he lay down beside her again, after only a few minutes, he fell into that soul-burning state of heat again. He got up again and took another cold shower.
Muttering a curse under his breath, he grabbed a thin blanket and threw it over her, covering her completely.
He went to the bathroom yet again, and after another cold shower, he went directly to the small bedroom in the study to sleep.
Early morning, heavy rain poured down, accompanied by thunder and lightning.
Even though it was already seven or eight in the morning, the sky outside was still overcast and dark clouds loomed.
Raindrops fell with a pitter-patter, large drops hitting the glass windows, condensing into trickles that flowed down.
Meng Jingwei held the mobile phone from Qing Muye's apartment, repeatedly dialing Chen Zhuo and the private detective, but no one answered.
Had they...
Met with misfortune, or betrayed her?
Meng Jingwei did not know.
Finally, she could only call her adoptive mother to report that she was safe.
Drip, drip, drip—
The call rang a few times before the person on the other end answered.
"Who is it?"
A familiar voice, it was her adoptive mother, Du Juan.
"Mom, it's Jingwei."
Hearing her adoptive mother's voice, Meng Jingwei felt immense relief.
She had made arrangements before she was kidnapped, so she knew her adoptive parents were absolutely safe.
And since she had returned too late yesterday, it was inconvenient to call them in the middle of the night.
"Oh, daughter, you're back from training?"
Du Juan asked with a caring smile.
Meng Jingwei had discussed with Xiao Cheng a long time ago that if anything happened to her, she would first inform her adoptive parents, telling them she had gone to a closed training class after joining Xiao Cheng's company.
It was precisely because Meng Jingwei opposed the Li family that she feared any small accident might befall her, and her adoptive parents wouldn't be able to find her and would worry, so she had instructed Xiao Cheng in advance.
Xiao Cheng had indeed not disappointed her.
"Yes, I'm back. Mom, are you and Dad doing well at home?"
Meng Jingwei, who always reported good news and hid bad news, did not tell them about the things that had happened to her.
"Good, very good. Your dad is also doing well now. Yesterday, your dad and I went to the fields to work, hahaha."
Du Juan laughed heartily.
Hearing her adoptive mother in a cheerful mood, Meng Jingwei also felt happy. "Yes, that's good."
"That... daughter, have you... seen the news?"
"Ah? What news?"
Du Juan's sudden stammering made Meng Jingwei's heart skip a beat, and she became nervous.
"Your parents, they... they... alas, you should just watch the news yourself." With that, Du Juan hung up the phone.
"Hello, Mom? Mom?!?"
Seeing that the phone was hung up, Meng Jingwei immediately put down her phone, rushed into Qing Muye's study, and happened to see Qing Muye walking out of the small bedroom.
She had no time to greet him, only saying, "Can I borrow your computer?"
Without waiting for Qing Muye's reply, Meng Jingwei sat in the executive chair, opened the computer, clicked on the search engine, and typed in 'Fu'an Group.'
The page popped up, and what met her eyes was...
'Fu'an Group's Lost Daughter Found,' 'Li Family's Missing Daughter Grew Up in the Countryside'…
A series of news headlines caught her eye, and there was even a video of a press conference.
Meng Jingwei clicked on the video and saw Zhao Ruolan crying with her face covered at the press conference. "Wuwu... I'm so sorry to my daughter. If I hadn't lost my child back then, she wouldn't have had to grow up in the countryside and suffer so much alone. Wuwu... All I want now is to reunite with Jingwei and make up for the debt I owe my daughter as a mother with the rest of my life. Wuwu..."
Li Fu'an, standing beside her, hugged Zhao Ruolan and comforted her, "Don't cry, don't cry. Finding the child is a happy occasion. Besides, it wasn't just your responsibility that the child was lost back then. Don't put everything on yourself..."
Seeing the news video, Meng Jingwei clenched her fists and closed the video. She then searched online for information about a previous fire.
The result...
There was no related news at all.
She searched again for news about the Li family, and the result was that besides 'Li family finds missing daughter,' there was no other news.
Meng Jingwei slammed the table in anger, furious.
Qing Muye, who was standing nearby, took in her expression and, combining all the information, understood everything.
She suddenly stood up, walked to the bar in the living room, took a bottle of red wine and a wine glass, and sat on the sofa. She drank one glass of red wine after another.
In just a few minutes, she had finished a bottle of red wine.
Then she got up and took another bottle of red wine, sitting on the sofa and drinking alone.
As she drank, she seemed to feel it wasn't enough. She tilted her head and looked at Qing Muye, who was standing nearby and quietly smoking, then smiled at him, "Come, have a drink with me?"
Qing Muye leaned against the wall with a blank expression, his deep gaze fixed on Meng Jingwei, silent.
"Heh, you said yesterday that I would be a member of the Qing family from now on, yet now you're unwilling to even accompany me for a drink. Hmph~"
She sneered and drank the glass of red wine full.
Qing Muye, with his fair, slender fingers holding a cigarette, walked over and sat opposite Meng Jingwei. He gazed at the woman in front of him, his eyes bloodshot, clearly at the peak of his anger, yet a smile played on her lips.
A self-mocking smile.
She looked up at Qing Muye, "You still have some conscience for being willing to come and drink with me."
Saying that, Meng Jingwei got up, went to the bar, grabbed two more bottles of red wine and a wine glass, and sat back down on the sofa. She opened the red wine, poured him a glass, and handed it to him.
"Here, I'll toast you with this glass. Thank you for saving me." She raised her wine glass, clinked it against Qing Muye's glass, and then tilted her head, finishing the entire glass of red wine in one gulp.
Qing Muye's eyes, as deep as the vast ocean, were complex and profound. In the depths of his gaze, a hint of heartache could be discerned.