"You're just splitting hairs."
Meng Jingwei shot him a glare, thinking Qing Muy野 was an absolute scoundrel, unreasonable, and compared to a primitive man, he had evolved limbs but his brain was still stuck in the primitive era.
In short, mentally retarded!
She didn't want to argue with Qing Muy野 any longer, so she leaned against the window, closed her eyes, and said nothing more.
The carriage fell silent.
It wasn't until they arrived at the underground parking lot of the Ye Se Club that they both got out of the car and entered the elevator, one after the other.
After Song Ci handed the key to Qing Muy野, he drove his own car home.
He couldn't get involved in the affairs of this bickering pair.
The elevator was small, but Meng Jingwei leaned towards a corner, trying to keep as much distance as possible from Qing Muy野, her every word and deed conveying her disgust towards him.
"Why are you standing so far away?"
The man, standing tall and straight, glanced at the little woman, his brow furrowed, his handsome face etched with displeasure.
"If you get close to vermilion, you'll turn red; if you get close to ink, you'll turn black."
She raised her eyebrows and replied nonchalantly.
As soon as she finished speaking, Qing Muy野's face darkened by more than one shade.
He stretched out his long arm, pulled Meng Jingwei towards him, and embraced her with his arms around her. "Say that again?"
Meng Jingwei struggled in his arms, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from his restraint. He was as strong as steel.
Unable to break free, she simply stopped resisting.
She looked up and glared at him, "I said, if you get close to vermilion, you'll turn red; if you get close to ink, you'll turn black."
"The second half?"
"If you get close to a mentally retarded person, you'll become retarded."
"Do you want to die, hmm?"
The man pinched her cheek fiercely. Her skin was as soft as a baby's, yet full of collagen. When he pinched it, her cheek instantly puffed up like a little bun, looking somewhat playfully cute.
"It's clearly you fitting the description, so why blame me? Besides, I didn't name anyone."
Meng Jingwei's beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows were twisted into a knot. She reached out and patted Qing Muy野's hand, "Let go of me. Men and women shouldn't touch each other; don't you know that?"
"We've already slept together. Isn't it a bit late to tell me this now?"
Qing Muy野's chiseled lips curved into a mocking arc, his pupils instantly flashing with discernible desire.
His expression sent a shiver down Meng Jingwei's spine. She couldn't help but swallow. "Qing Muy野, I'm warning you. If you dare touch me again, I will never forgive you in this lifetime!"
This statement was absolutely serious.
Qing Muy野 gazed at her for a moment, then let out a cold scoff, "Your face is no different from Li Yun'er's. What makes you think I would touch you?"
The implication was that touching her was as good as touching Li Yun'er.
Meng Jingwei's suspended heart finally settled.
Ding—
They reached the ground floor, and the elevator doors opened.
He let go of her, and Meng Jingwei immediately turned and walked out of the elevator into the living room.
Standing in the living room, she said to Qing Muy野, "You sleep in the master bedroom, and I'll sleep in the guest room. We'll mind our own business."
Only then did Qing Muy野 truly sense the fear on Meng Jingwei's face. She looked like a startled fawn, which made one feel a pang of pity.
"Mhm."
He responded, turned, and went into the master bedroom, closing the door.
Seeing him go in, Meng Jingwei, feeling exhausted, walked to the sofa, sat down, turned on the TV, and watched shows.
Ever since Madam Qing had acknowledged her as her adopted granddaughter, Qing Muy野 had not touched her again. It was probably because they were nominal siblings, so Qing Muy野 had maintained his boundaries.
Moreover, with Madam Qing's repeated warnings, he shouldn't dare to touch her.
Thinking this, Meng Jingwei felt relieved.
Sitting and watching shows was a bit boring, so Meng Jingwei went to the bar to get a bottle of red wine and a wine glass. She walked to the sofa, sipping the red wine while watching shows, enjoying herself immensely.
Time ticked by, from eight o'clock to midnight.
After coming out of the master bedroom, Qing Muy野 went straight to the study and never came out again.
She watched TV for a while, found it boring, and went to the second bedroom.
Just as she was about to take a bath, she suddenly remembered she had no clothes to wear. But when she opened the wardrobe in the second bedroom, she found a whole row of early autumn clothes neatly arranged inside.
She checked the tags and found that they were all her size.
Were they prepared for her?
Meng Jingwei didn't think too much about it. She went into the bathroom, took a bath, and then lay on the bed in her pajamas, playing with her phone.
She tossed and turned, unable to sleep until two o'clock.
So, in the middle of the night, she got up again, intending to use Qing Muy野's study to use his computer to look up something.
But as she shuffled in her slippers to the study and pushed open the door, she found Qing Muy野 still working.
"You… it's already two o'clock, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Meng Jingwei was a little surprised. Were legendary domineering CEOs actually waking up earlier than roosters and sleeping later than dogs?
Qing Muy野, sitting in front of the computer, was on a video conference, and on the other end of the video were some of his good business partners.
"Wow, Qing, your little wife is getting anxious."
"Hahaha, it seems we're delaying Qing's romantic night."
"Don't keep your darling hidden away, let us take a peek, won't you?"
...
The brothers in the video teased her unscrupulously.
Qing Muy野's expression darkened, and he directly hung up the video call.
He glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the computer. It was already 2:30 AM. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Meng Jingwei shrugged, "I can't sleep."
"Why are you here if you can't sleep?"
"I can't sleep, so I wanted to play on the computer."
She had finished scrolling through Weibo on her phone, and there were no good dramas to watch. As soon as she opened one, it was full of fresh-faced actors flirting with women, brainless romance dramas, which were really boring.
"It's too late, play tomorrow if you want to play."
"Hmph, stingy."
Meng Jingwei thought he disagreed and snorted coldly, then turned and walked out of the study in a huff, flopping onto the sofa to watch shows.
Not long after, Qing Muy野 came out of the study. Seeing Meng Jingwei energetically watching a variety show, with no sign of sleepiness, he said, "If you can't sleep, keep me company for a couple of drinks."
Drinking a little would help with sleep.
Meng Jingwei had drunk some wine earlier, but she had cleaned everything up, and the apartment had an excellent ventilation system, so the smell of alcohol was long gone.
"Okay."
Meng Jingwei readily agreed.
So she got up, ran barefoot to the bar, casually grabbed a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses, and walked over. "I was just about to have some wine myself," she said with a smile.
Qing Muy野 stood by the sofa, looking at Meng Jingwei in her black slip dress. Her shoulder-length hair fell loosely around her, revealing her delicate collarbone and long neck. Her bare, fair feet ran across the white floor, making her look pure and lovely, just like a neighbor's little sister, endearingly so.
The man couldn't help but chuckle, his gaze fixed on her.
"What are you standing there for? Come and have a drink."
Meng Jingwei beckoned him over, then opened the red wine and poured it directly into the glasses.
Although these red wines were aged and needed decanting, Qing Muy野 didn't mention it, wanting her to fall asleep sooner.