After speaking, her sharp gaze swept over Qing Muy野.
The man on the sofa frowned, his deep eyes fixed on her.
3...p?
He didn't understand why this dead woman was talking nonsense, but he knew she had a deep misunderstanding of him.
Qing Muy野 stood up and sat in the middle of the sofa, flicking ash from his cigarette into the ashtray, too lazy to stop Meng Jingwei from drowning her sorrows in alcohol.
So, Meng Jingwei picked up a few bottles of red wine and walked to the table, starting her solo drinking spree again.
Holding a wine glass, she downed one after another.
As she drank, she cursed Qing Muy野, "You big渣男, if it weren't for you, how could I have ended up like this? I hate you."
After finishing, she poured another glass, pointed at Qing Muy野, and hiccupped, "I'm going to drink all your wine and bankrupt you."
"You渣男, you're just like Li Yun'er, you're both despicable and shameless capitalists who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals."
"Hate you, hate you..."
Meng Jingwei drank a lot more. Her small face turned red, and she reeked of alcohol, but she still wouldn't stop.
Qing Muy野, with a gloomy expression, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and twisted it, then stood up and snatched her wine bottle, "I'll carry you to rest."
Although Meng Jingwei hadn't told him what had happened, Qing Muy野 knew she was in a bad mood.
So he let her vent her emotions.
However, drinking so much alcohol early in the morning was bad for her health.
"I don't... *hiccup*... don't want to."
The man picked her up horizontally and walked towards the bedroom.
Meng Jingwei leaned against him but struggled restlessly in his arms, kicking her legs and hitting his chest with her hands, "You bastard, put me down. Qing Muy野, if you touch me again, do you believe I'll... I'll castrate you?"
The word "castrate" fell into the man's ears. His eyes darkened. He glanced at the woman in his arms, and even his pores exuded a dense anger.
But in the end, he still walked into the bedroom, not arguing with a drunken woman.
"Bad people, you are all bad people... you are no different from the Li family, I hate you... hate you..."
Qing Muy野 placed her on the bed. Meng Jingwei collapsed on the bed, raising her hand in a gesture of holding a 'cup', "Come, have another drink. Qing Muy野, I... I'll toast you..."
She closed her eyes and talked to herself, "I wish you lifelong impotence and a house full of grandchildren. Hehehehehe, grandchildren... full... house..."
After cursing, she let her raised hand drop straight down, then turned over, hugged the thin quilt, and fell asleep soundly.
The man standing by the bed had a livid face, one hand on his hip, the other irritably tugging at his collar, glaring at the sleeping woman on the bed.
Damn it!
He could actually tolerate being cursed at by the woman like this.
For a moment, he really wanted to pounce on her and 'punish' her severely, to let her know whether he was... impotent!
But then, he heard sobbing.
Qing Muy野 froze, looking at the trembling little woman on the bed. Listening carefully, he realized she was crying.
Sobbing softly.
At that moment, her cries seemed to possess a magical power, impacting the softest part of his heart, even making him feel breathless and his chest ache faintly.
The feeling was awful.
Qing Muy野 circled around her from the bedside to the opposite side. Seeing her crying intensely with her eyes closed, he took out a few tissues, leaned beside her, and wiped away her tears.
"What's wrong?"
He asked in an extremely gentle voice.
As he asked, he reached out and patted her back, comforting her emotions.
Unexpectedly, the little woman cried even harder, hugged him, and rubbed her tears and snot on him, "Wuwu... Mom, the Li family bullies me too much, and that bastard Qing Muy野 also bullies me, wuwu..."
Mom?
Qing Muy野 knew she was dead drunk and couldn't tell who he was at the moment.
He patiently coaxed her, "Don't cry, be good~"
His voice was gentler than ever before.
If Song Ci had seen this scene, he would have been utterly shocked.
Their boss had always been indifferent and never treated any woman gently, yet he showed the most gentleness to Meng Jingwei.
"Wuwu... I won't be good, if I... if I'm good... I'll be bullied... they'll bully me..."
Meng Jingwei buried her head in Qing Muy野's arms, crying like a drowned rat.
As she cried, she obediently hugged him and fell asleep.
The restless her finally quieted down, and Qing Muy野 slowly let out a sigh of relief.
He didn't dislike her rubbing snot and tears on him from beginning to end, or perhaps, his attention wasn't on that at all.
The man held her for a long time as she slept.
His jade-like fingers brushed against her black hair, playing with her strands, and looking at her stunningly beautiful and captivating face, the man couldn't help but raise his hand and caress the outline of her cheek with his fingertips.
Finally, his index finger gently rested on her red lips, feeling the soft touch of her lips, so soft, so tender.
An unintentional act. The sleeping Meng Jingwei was completely unaware, but Qing Muy野 ignited his own fire, stirring up the flames within him.
He raised his head, hooked her lips, and leaned down to kiss her.
When he touched her lips, he could still taste the rich aroma of wine on her lips, mixed with the sweet taste of her mouth, a unique flavor.
"Mmm..."
Because of his closeness, the sleeping little woman felt uncomfortable. He reached out and slapped Qing Muy野 across the face.
Of course, this was entirely an accident.
"Damn it!"
He cursed, unable to quell the anger in his heart.
He kissed her lips again, but this time, there was no gentleness. He kissed her with exceptional roughness and wildness.
However, the next moment...
"Ugh..."
Meng Jingwei, still asleep, felt a burning discomfort in her stomach and couldn't help but gag.
Even Qing Muy野, usually so composed, couldn't remain calm at this moment.
He immediately let go of her, got out of bed, stood by the bed, and in his anger, threw the other thin quilt onto her face, to avoid looking at her and getting angry.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Under the thin quilt, Meng Jingwei was still dry heaving.
Although Qing Muy野 was furious and wished he could strangle the damn woman, he finally suppressed his anger, walked behind her, and with a gentle princess carry, took her to the bathroom.
Holding her, he had her crouch over the toilet, and she began to vomit uncontrollably.
The entire bathroom was filled with a suffocating smell, making it impossible to stay for even a minute.
Qing Muy野's patience had run out. He had flushed the toilet several times and had lost count of how many times he wanted to leave the woman in the bathroom.
But as soon as he let go, she would fall to the ground.