She looked troubled, and Xiao Cheng, sensing something was amiss, asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just ate too much at noon and I'm not hungry yet."
Meng Jingwei gave a perfunctory smile and pointed to the documents on the table. "I'm looking at some files. I'll be home to sleep after I finish."
"That's perfect, I don't want to eat either. I'll keep you company here."
Xiao Cheng sat down beside her, glancing at the documents on her desk. "Anything you don't understand? I can explain it to you."
He knew that Meng Jingwei had something on her mind, but he didn't press her. He simply stayed with her quietly, working overtime.
After work, Xiao Cheng dragged Meng Jingwei out for some late-night snacks before sending her back 'home'.
The address Meng Jingwei had given Xiao Cheng was a hutong opposite the Nightfall Club, but after Xiao Cheng left, she returned to Qing Muyue's Nightfall apartment.
Originally, she hadn't wanted Xiao Cheng to escort her home, but she couldn't resist his ardent enthusiasm.
Upon entering the apartment, the interior was pitch black. Taking advantage of the dim light from outside, Meng Jingwei took off her shoes and wearily walked to the living room sofa, lying down. She closed her eyes, remaining silent.
Ring ring ring—
Her phone rang from her pocket.
Meng Jingwei took out her phone and saw that it was Xiao Cheng calling.
"Second Brother, what's up?" Meng Jingwei asked lazily, her head resting on the armrest of the sofa.
"Where are you?"
"Where am I?" Meng Jingwei blinked, confused by Xiao Cheng's sudden question. "Of course, I'm at home. Where else would I be?"
"Oh, I was asking where your home is. I'd like to visit."
Xiao Cheng on the other end of the phone said "oh," his tone drawn out slightly, as if his words held a deeper meaning.
Meng Jingwei's heart skipped a beat, and she sat up from the sofa, thinking: Does he know something?
"I... I'm a bit tired and want to sleep. Besides, I share a place with other girls, and it wouldn't be proper for you to come over. We can talk about anything tomorrow."
She made up an excuse to decline Xiao Cheng.
"Alright, we'll talk tomorrow then. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Meng Jingwei hung up the phone and realized she had been overthinking things. She secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Unbeknownst to her, Xiao Cheng was standing by the elevator entrance in the B2 parking lot of the Nightfall Club.
He tightly gripped his phone, his gaze fixed on the numbers displayed on the elevator floor indicator – 38!
The 38th floor was Qing Muyue's floor.
So, she was living with Qing Muyue.
...
Upstairs, Meng Jingwei knew nothing of this. After lying on the sofa for a while, she went to the bathroom to freshen up, then headed to the study to open her computer. She opened a web browser, typed in a string of characters, and entered a mysterious website.
As she browsed the information on the website, she was also cautiously vigilant, anticipating Qing Muyue's potential return at any moment.
Creak—
Suddenly, the study door opened. Meng Jingwei looked up and saw Qing Muyue walking in.
"Why are you back?"
She asked casually, but her hands subtly closed the web page and quickly cleared the browsing history.
She opened a pre-opened novel webpage, pretending to be reading a novel.
Qing Muyue, dressed in a black shirt with a dark-colored casual tie, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, strode towards her.
As he walked, he tugged at his tie, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his collar, revealing his well-defined chest muscles. His impossibly handsome, stunningly beautiful face made him appear aloof and noble, like a perfect male god from a two-dimensional comic.
Even though Meng Jingwei was not easily swayed by male beauty, she couldn't help but be captivated by Qing Muyue's appearance.
"What are you reading?"
Qing Muyue approached her, standing beside her. He glanced at the computer screen, his eyes narrowing slightly. The next moment, he gently tapped her head. "How can a young lady like you be reading something like this?"
"What's wrong? Can't I read novels?"
Meng Jingwei frowned in displeasure and glared at Qing Muyue. "I just like reading this kind of thing, what's it to you!"
"Just like reading this kind of thing?"
The man repeated her words.
The displeased woman looked up at him. "If I can't get it in real life, can't I satisfy myself with novels? Is there a problem with that?"
Life is already unsatisfactory, so why not read novels and experience the beautiful things in fantasy?
"Uh-huh, satisfy?"
A flicker of light flashed in Qing Muyue's narrow, sharp eyes. He raised his hand, cupped her chin, and gently forced her to look at the computer screen. He pointed at the screen, saying, "Chen Yingying looked at the behemoth beneath him and exclaimed..."
Qing Muyue found it difficult to articulate the rest of the sentence, so he said to her, "I never realized you were so shameless before."
"I..."
Meng Jingwei was speechless, her gaze fixed on the screen. Qing Muyue pointed at the words: "Exclaimed, Oh my God, your thing is so big and thick, I... I won't be able to bear it... but, this concubine likes it so much~~"
Damn it!
What was all this?
Even Meng Jingwei, who had been calm moments before, could no longer maintain her composure.
Her fair, delicate face, as exquisite as fine mutton-fat jade, suddenly flushed crimson. She felt so ashamed that she wished she could burrow into the ground.
Why, of all things, did she have to randomly click on a novel, and the content had to be so explicit?
But was Meng Jingwei the kind of woman who easily backed down?
No, she wasn't, absolutely not.
Meng Jingwei licked her lips, cleared her throat with a cough, and said nonchalantly, "Is there a problem? We're all adults, doesn't everyone have their hobbies? Not to mention novels like this, I've watched plenty of those 'island nation' films too. Humph, what a fuss."
When a person is guilty, their voice tends to get louder.
Meng Jingwei raised her voice a couple of times, then pushed Qing Muyue's hand away and stood up. "I've had my fill of it. I'm recommending it to you, feel free to enjoy it slowly. I'm going to sleep."
She got up, intending to slip away.
However, as soon as she stood up, Qing Muyue pinned her back onto the executive chair. He placed his hands on the armrests, trapping her in the chair. His sharp gaze was fixed on her, and he questioned, "Do you and he, often watch this?"
The man's hands gripped the armrests tightly, his knuckles cracking audibly. His expression was chilling and menacing.
Meng Jingwei felt a chill run down her spine under Qing Muyue's ominous gaze, but she nodded subtly. "Yes. Do you want the website address? I have many. Or perhaps, you want to watch it with me?"
Her retort was spoken without thinking. She had gained a verbal advantage, but after saying it, she felt like she was playing with fire.
She was speeding down the path of self-destruction at 180 miles per hour!
After she finished speaking, Qing Muyue remained silent.
His dark, bottomless eyes stared at her, one second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes...
The intense pressure made her heart feel like it was stopping, and her breathing became labored.