"Qing Muye?"
Meng Jingwei was already uncomfortable, and his shaking made her head spin even more.
Qing Muye locked the door, his icy face gazing at Meng Jingwei, "I warned you to stay away from Xiao Cheng. What, my words no longer count?"
Rubbing her chest, Meng Jingwei felt slightly better. She looked up at the man, a smile curving her lips, "Heh heh, Qing Muye, on what grounds do you expect me to listen to you? Are you my provider, or did we get married? You keep saying I'm not qualified, but what about you?"
Meng Jingwei, who had always been submissive and trying hard, poked Qing Muye's chest with her slender fingers. Indescribable anger flashed in her pupils. "You're rich, you have power, you're amazing. But that doesn't mean you can truly control my life! You slept with me a few days ago, asked me to have a child for the Qing family, and then you got engaged to Li Yun'er. Are you planning for my child to call Li Yun'er 'Mom' from birth?"
The more Meng Jingwei spoke, the more agitated she became. Her eyes reddened, and in a fit of anger, she fiercely pushed Qing Muye away. "Do you even see me as a human being?! That's my child, mine!"
Finally, stubborn as she was, her eyes welled up, and tears streamed down her face.
With tears in her eyes, she trembled with rage.
Qing Muye stumbled back a few steps after being pushed before he could steady himself.
When he looked at Meng Jingwei again, she was weeping uncontrollably.
Even...
He was speechless in the face of her words.
"Qing Muye, listen to me. Even if I die, I will not give birth to this child!" She pointed at Qing Muye, speaking every word clearly and forcefully.
This was the first time Qing Muye had seen Meng Jingwei so angry since he met her.
She didn't mention money or conditions.
She just told him that 'her child would not call someone else 'Mom'!'
"You think I'll give you a chance to regret what you promised me?"
He looked down at Meng Jingwei arrogantly, "Don't think that just because you've hooked up with Xiao Cheng, you have the courage to challenge me!"
Qing Muye cupped her chin with his large hand, tilting it up slightly. "Remember, neither you nor Xiao Cheng are qualified."
They stared at each other for a moment, and he continued, "You asked me to investigate your parents' car accident. I've already done so. The documents are in my office. I'll give you the case information and your father's brain surgery details when you move to the Qing family's old mansion."
Meng Jingwei finally closed her eyes in defeat, hiding the despair and sorrow within her pupils.
Choking back a sob, she asked, "Is this fair to me?"
The man released her, lifting his hand to brush aside the stray strands of hair from her forehead, as if caressing a pet. He smiled faintly, "In the adult world, there's never fairness. If you want fairness, wait until you have enough strength."
He patted her cheek, as if imparting the truth of the world.
Meng Jingwei's tear-streaked face broke into a smile, a smile of sadness, helplessness, and despair.
"Yes, in the adult world, where is there fairness? Everything is decided by strength. Without capability, you are nothing."
She murmured, lowering her head.
"It's good that you know."
Qing Muye wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Now that you're carrying my child, even if you like Xiao Cheng, you have to bear with it."
The man finally understood why Meng Jingwei had no interest in him; it turned out she liked playboy gentlemen like Xiao Cheng.
"Master Qing is truly overbearing."
Meng Jingwei's dejected face was streaked with tears. "Not only are you forcing me to have a child for the Qing family, but now I don't even have the right to choose who I like."
She wasn't typically sentimental, but too many things had happened today, and she couldn't handle it.
Having cried, she felt her bad emotions released, and she immediately adjusted her mindset, saying in a calm tone, "Master Qing, aren't you afraid you'll drive me to my death? Then, even as a ghost, I'll haunt you and give you no peace."
After saying that, she shook her head again. "No, that punishment is too light. It should be..."
The little woman paused, her red lips parting, but no sound came out.
However, Qing Muye understood her lip movements.
She said: "May you, Qing Muye, be left without descendants!"
"Dare to provoke me again, and believe me, I'll take you right here?" The man's expression became rather displeased, feeling that Meng Jingwei was indeed courting death.
"Is that so? At your engagement banquet, to be intimate with me in bed, aren't you afraid of hurting your fiancée's feelings? Tsk tsk... Master Qing, you truly are a heartless man. I suddenly pity Li Yun'er."
"Then you should pity yourself first."
For some reason, despite her ordinary, even unattractive face, he should have felt disgust. Yet, every time he saw her resistance and defiance towards him, it stirred his calm heart.
It made him irresistibly drawn to her, wanting her to submit at his feet.
His overbearing desire to conquer was an emotion Qing Muye couldn't control.
He pulled her onto the sofa, but he didn't roughly tear her clothes. Meng Jingwei didn't struggle either, merely asking calmly, "There are influential figures from Lan Cheng downstairs. Master Qing, if you're not afraid of losing face, go ahead. After all, I've been bitten by a dog, so I don't mind being bitten a few more times."
Unable to resist the man, Meng Jingwei could only resort to verbal sparring.
"With Song Ci guarding, not a single fly can get into the third floor."
"You..."
Meng Jingwei was rendered speechless.
Ring ring ring—
Suddenly, Meng Jingwei's phone rang from her pocket.
The man, however, said, "If you don't want to leave here looking embarrassed, take it off yourself!"
Meng Jingwei ignored him, instead pulling her phone out of her pocket. The caller ID clearly showed Xiao Cheng's name.
Before she could answer, Qing Muye snatched her phone away and tossed it aside. "We haven't seen each other for a while, and you miss me this much, huh? You're so ugly, yet you can't control your debauched heart."
The man's eyes narrowed. "Meng Jingwei, you're truly vile!"
He gave her no more chances, his patience having run out. He tore her clothes apart...
Meng Jingwei didn't struggle, seemingly resigned.
However, the soft moans escaping her nostrils were drowned out by the continuous ringing of incoming calls.
Qing Muye glanced at the phone screen, finding the name 'Xiao Cheng' flashing on the screen exceptionally glaring.
He simply picked up the phone...
"Qing Muye, what are you doing?"
Meng Jingwei didn't want him to answer the call. She reached out to snatch it, but her speed was ultimately too slow. The man snatched it away and directly answered the call.
"Little Wei Wei, where are you? Why aren't you answering my calls?"
On the other end, Xiao Cheng asked with concern.
Qing Muye raised his eyebrows, holding the amplified phone in his hand.
"I... I'm sorry, I... I wasn't feeling well just now..."
She finished her sentence haltingly, but before the end of the last word, Qing Muye launched a surprise attack.