He asked no questions, merely picked up his wine and finished it.
But before Qing Muye could even set his glass down, Meng Jingwei had already picked up a second glass and was drinking.
The ruby-red liquid spilled from the corners of her lips, trickling down her chin and onto her delicate collarbone, making her appear even more alluring.
Meng Jingwei set down her glass and picked up the wine bottle, pouring herself another glass.
Her reddened eyes gazed at Qing Muye, one hand propping up the bottle, the other holding the wine glass. Her lips curved into a slight smile as she chuckled, "Come, another toast to you. Congratulations... mmm..."
She paused midway through her sentence, as if considering how to address Qing Muye.
Then, she let out an "Oh," and continued, "Congratulations on your engagement to Li Yun'er. I wish you a hundred years of happiness and many children."
A scumbag with a scumbag, a perfect match!
One of Qing Muye's eyebrows arched. He knew very well that Meng Jingwei was mocking him, but the thin yet well-defined curve of his lips simply deepened, and he said nothing.
Meng Jingwei raised her wine glass, about to take another long drink, when Qing Muye reached out and snatched it away. "You're going to waste twenty-year-old vintage wine like this."
*Bang—*
As soon as Qing Muye grabbed the wine glass, Meng Jingwei slammed her hand on the table, her slightly tipsy face glaring at him. "Qing Muye, are you a miser? Are you so stingy you wouldn't give an inch? It's just two bottles of wine, what's the big deal? Do you look like someone who lacks wine? Hmph!"
If he wouldn't let her drink, she'd drink it all.
After cursing, Meng Jingwei directly drank from the bottle.
This time, Qing Muye didn't stop her.
Watching her helplessly drain half the bottle, then open another and prepare to chug it, he finally intervened.
"Enough!"
The man's expression darkened, and he snatched the bottle from her hand. "You haven't even been a month since your miscarriage, you can't drink alcohol!"
The mention of 'miscarriage' caused the smile on Meng Jingwei's face to stiffen. Her cold eyes shot towards Qing Muye. "What do you want to say? What's the point of being hypocritical? You forced the child to die, didn't you! You think your Qing family is so powerful and doesn't consider ordinary people as humans, isn't that your true nature!"
Only after learning Meng Jingwei's true identity did Qing Muye understand why she had taken so many pills that day, attempting to induce a miscarriage.
Therefore, facing Meng Jingwei's furious reprimand, he was speechless.
Seeing his silence, Meng Jingwei reached out to snatch the wine again. "Give me the wine!"
But before her fingers could even touch the bottle in Qing Muye's hand, the man leaned back, easily dodging her.
Meng Jingwei, simmering with frustration, stood up and walked over to snatch the wine. However, Qing Muye loosened his grip, and the bottle fell to the ground with a *bang*, shattering.
Ruby-red liquid splashed everywhere, staining the white floor.
Meng Jingwei's expression sharpened. She pursed her lips, her small fists clenched. In anger, she reached out to shove Qing Muye, wanting to question why he was treating her this way.
However, the man caught her fist barehanded.
Meng Jingwei's willow-like eyebrows furrowed. She swung her left hand, but Qing Muye caught that hand as well and pulled her closer.
By sheer momentum, her body lurched forward. Qing Muye lifted her right hand, spun it over her head, like dancing a waltz, making her turn perfectly, until she was leaning against his chest, seated in his arms. "Stop it."
"F— you!"
Her emotions, suppressed for so long, finally pushed Meng Jingwei to the brink of collapse. She sharply struck backward with her elbow, hitting Qing Muye's chest.
The man underestimated her strength and released her.
The next moment, Meng Jingwei stood up and kicked at Qing Muye. "If you hadn't provoked me back then, how could all this have happened? It's all your fault, you bastard!"
Though her kick was swift, Qing Muye was no pushover.
He shifted slightly to the right side of the sofa, placed a hand on the armrest, and with a sideways roll, landed perfectly on his feet, successfully evading Meng Jingwei's attack.
Meng Jingwei seemed determined to fight him, directly stepping onto the sofa and launching a flying kick at Qing Muye, aimed at his face.
Qing Muye tilted his head slightly, easily dodging her move, and then twisted her ankle with his hand, pulling her forward.
Meng Jingwei, propelled forward by the force, executed a perfect 180° aerial rotation and a sidekick, striking Qing Muye directly on the shoulder.
The man stumbled back a step, a flicker of astonishment in his eyes, and a smile touched his lips. "Not bad with your moves."
Meng Jingwei ignored Qing Muye and threw a left hook at him.
Qing Muye caught the punch barehanded, pulled her forward again, and Meng Jingwei stumbled into his embrace. However, she immediately wrapped her arms around his waist, her right leg weaving behind his legs from the left, and with all her might, she delivered a powerful backward kick, sending him crashing to the ground.
With a *thud*, they both fell, her landing on top of him.
However, before Meng Jingwei could react, the man flipped over and pinned her beneath him.
The man looked down at the woman lying on the floor, his long fingers lifting her chin. "Your moves are good, but ultimately, they're just flashy parlor tricks."
A clear provocation and disdain.
Meng Jingwei was enraged. "You're the one who's all flash and no substance!"
In her fury, she braced her foot against the sofa to her right and punched at Qing Muye's face. The man moved to defend himself.
However, the cunning woman's punch was just a feint. Just as her fist was about to be caught by Qing Muye, she suddenly moved it downward, striking him hard in the abdomen.
As the man grunted in pain, Meng Jingwei used the leverage from her foot on the sofa to flip over, throwing Qing Muye off her and quickly standing up.
Following this, the two engaged in another fierce exchange.
Half an hour later, a sweat-drenched Meng Jingwei collapsed onto the floor, exhausted. Looking at Qing Muye, who was still standing, she waved her hand. "I'm not fighting anymore, you bastard. You're bullying me."
After half an hour of fighting, Meng Jingwei had thought she could vent her anger, but she now realized she was no match for Qing Muye.
Meng Jingwei believed he had used less than half his strength.
Little did she know, he had only used about ten percent of his power.
She was panting heavily from exhaustion, while Qing Muye appeared completely at ease, not even a bead of sweat on his face.
The man unbuttoned the top two buttons of his black shirt, revealing glimpses of his muscular chest.
He sat on the sofa, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. His gaze drifted to Meng Jingwei, lying on the floor, his eyes deep.
He had to admit, her skills were impressive, but she was still no match for him.
The reason he was willing to 'play along' was simply because he sensed Meng Jingwei was in a bad mood, and he was letting her vent her emotions.
Meng Jingwei snorted, got up from the floor, and went to the bar to grab another bottle of wine. She opened it, intending to drink heartily.
Just as Qing Muye was about to stop her, Meng Jingwei seemed to sense his intention and directly pointed at him, shouting, "Shut up! It's just a few bottles of wine, what's the big deal? If you don't let me drink, I'll smash them all! Not only that, but I'll tell Grandma that you're a shameless pervert who plays threesomes!"