“Brother, you should call me sister.”
Her exquisitely beautiful face was flushed with a faint smile.
The man met her gaze for a moment, “Are you worthy?”
“Worthy or not, I am Grandma’s god-granddaughter now, and still your sister. Whether you acknowledge it or not, what difference does it make? Don’t you agree, Brother?”
Their eyes met, and while they spoke with smiles, they were subtly vying, neither willing to concede.
Qing Muye was a man who could not tolerate any impurities, especially when it came to the elderly Madam Qing, the person he valued most. The moment Meng Jingwei exploited Madam Qing, his attitude towards her underwent a drastic 180-degree turn.
“Life and death make no difference. Because…”
The man paused, his thumb caressing her chin, and he said, word by word, “it’s all just a matter of a flick of the wrist.”
“Tsk, tsk, Brother, you’re threatening me like this, I’m really so scared.”
Meng Jingwei furrowed her brow, feigning timidity, then suddenly burst into laughter.
She looked up at Qing Muye, her smile gradually fading as her expression turned cold, “As long as Grandma is alive, you will allow me to live for her happiness. Speaking of which, you are truly a ‘filial son’!”
Meng Jingwei gave him a thumbs-up.
“You want to be a ‘good fiancé’ and a ‘filial son,’ Brother. Seeing how hard you work, tsk, tsk, I’m exhausted just thinking about it for you.”
She lifted her hand to brush away Qing Muye’s, her slender fingers poking his chest, “Keep it up!”
With that, she smiled meaningfully and turned to leave.
Qing Muye stood in place for a long while before slightly turning his head, watching the departing woman. His ink-dark brows were furrowed, his emotions complex.
So, in her heart, he was actually so ‘despicable, shameless, and unscrupulous’?
As Qing Muye thought this, he was unaware that in his own heart, he similarly believed Meng Jingwei was ‘unscrupulously’ using Madam Qing.
It was for this reason that his attitude towards her had suddenly changed.
Meng Jingwei returned to the living room and sat with Madam Qing, chatting and making small talk.
An hour later, Zhao Ruolan and her husband, along with Li Yun’er, appeared at the old Qing family residence.
The couple arrived at the old residence carrying gifts. Upon seeing Madam Qing, they obsequiously stepped forward to greet her, “How is Old Madam’s health? Have you recovered?”
“Fu’an and I have brought some nutritional supplements for you.”
As they spoke, they handed a pile of supplements to a servant.
Madam Qing glanced at the couple, a flicker of displeasure in her eyes, but maintained a semblance of peace, “You didn’t need to be so polite by bringing things.”
The three engaged in polite conversation, while Meng Jingwei sat on the sofa, her gaze casually drifting towards Li Fu’an and Zhao Ruolan.
This was their second meeting since she had asked them for two million yuan the previous time.
Seeing the couple groveling like lapdogs before Madam Qing, she genuinely felt… satisfied.
“Oh, this… isn’t this… isn’t this Jingwei?”
Suddenly, Zhao Ruolan’s ‘cataract-ridden’ eyes ‘finally’ spotted Meng Jingwei sitting beside them, and she walked directly towards her, “Yun’er just told me you were here with Old Madam. I didn’t believe it at first, but I didn’t expect it to be true.”
Zhao Ruolan put on a dramatic performance, her eyes reddening, and she choked back a sob.
Her acting was on par with Li Yun’er’s.
“Jingwei, where have you been? We’ve been looking for you for a long time since you left Lancheng.” Li Fu’an also appeared to be filled with concern.
Li Yun’er glanced at her parents, a thick displeasure in her eyes.
Li Yun’er had been the most resistant to her parents’ initial desire to have Meng Jingwei return to the Li family. Now, seeing her parents’ demeanor before Meng Jingwei, even knowing it was a pretense of concern, she was still deeply jealous.
Li Yun’er couldn’t bear to watch, “Grandma, Mom, Dad, you chat with Li… with Sister first. I’m going to the restroom.”
She glanced around, not seeing Qing Muye, and used that as an excuse to find him.
She couldn’t stand to be here for another minute.
The couple nodded at Li Yun’er, then walked up to Meng Jingwei, “Jingwei, we’ve made you suffer all these years. Come, let Mom… let me take a good look at you.”
When it came to acting, Li Yun’er had certainly inherited Zhao Ruolan’s true mastery.
Otherwise, Zhao Ruolan would not have been shedding tears profusely, her eyes red, her chin uncontrollably trembling, her feigned emotions appearing utterly genuine.
“Get away from me.”
Meng Jingwei sat on the sofa, her cold eyes glancing at the two of them, and said with utmost indifference.
Her tone was arrogant and impolite.
At that moment, the couple’s expressions darkened. Because they had their backs to Madam Qing, their faces couldn’t help but reveal fierce and ferocious expressions, but they still dared not act out.
Zhao Ruolan wore a dark purple gown, her long hair pinned up high, with light makeup. Her every move exuded an air of a noblewoman. She choked out, “Child, I know we’ve wronged you all these years. Fu’an and I finally found you. Why don’t you come home with us, alright?”
After she finished speaking, Li Fu’an, dressed in a suit and tie, his figure slightly stout, added, “It doesn’t matter if you acknowledge your mother and me or not. We simply want to compensate you.”
“You want to compensate me?” Meng Jingwei casually crossed her legs, her gaze sweeping over the two of them, “You want to compensate me?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve suffered so much being out in the world all these years.”
The couple said.
Meng Jingwei nodded slightly, “Alright, how much money are you planning to give me? Since you want to make amends, give me some money. I only like money.”
She was a professional ‘face-slapper’ for a hundred years.
Upon hearing this, the couple stiffened. They looked at each other, then glanced at Madam Qing sitting beside them. They were furious but dared not erupt.
“Yes, poor Jingwei girl. Look, this girl can’t even afford a proper dress. This skirt was bought by her brother.”
At this moment, Madam Qing, sitting beside them, spoke up.
As Madam Qing spoke, she shook her head and sighed earnestly, appearing to be very distressed for Meng Jingwei.
Having been born into nobility, she was well aware of these luxury brands.
The dress Meng Jingwei was wearing was clearly a limited edition new summer style, a price she definitely couldn’t afford. She guessed it must have been bought by Qing Muye.
“How could this be…”
Zhao Ruolan raised her hand to wipe her tears. Li Fu’an patted her back, comforting her, “Now that we’ve found our child, there will be plenty of opportunities to make amends. Don’t cry anymore.”
As he spoke, he took out his wallet, rummaged through the bank cards, shot a cold gaze at Meng Jingwei, and after careful consideration, handed her a bank card with a small balance. “I know you’ve suffered all these years. There’s some money in this card. Take it and use it for now.”
Meng Jingwei glanced at the bank card and directly asked, “How much money is in it?”