Meng Jingwei couldn't help but laugh, "Qing Muye, have you really never eaten hot dry noodles in your life? You have to mix them to get the flavor. If you don't mix them, they'll definitely be bland."
The young woman was in a very good mood and suddenly found Qing Muye's current state incredibly amusing, as he had become the source of all her laughter for the day.
"I don't eat this," he said.
His gaze was very sincere, completely devoid of any pretense.
Meng Jingwei pouted and shook her head, "Truly detached from the mortal world."
She walked over, reached out, and snatched the chopsticks from Qing Muye's hand. She helped him mix the noodles, and once the sauce was evenly distributed, she handed the chopsticks back to him, "Try again."
Qing Muye took the chopsticks, glanced at Meng Jingwei, and then picked up some hot dry noodles to eat.
The first bite was ordinary.
The second bite was decent.
The third bite...
"It tastes pretty good," he said as he continued to eat the hot dry noodles.
Yet, his demeanor was elegant, chewing slowly and deliberately. He managed to eat a portion of hot dry noodles with the refined and graceful air of someone dining in a Western restaurant, a truly pleasing sight.
Meng Jingwei sat opposite him, her eyes fixed on him as he ate.
As Qing Muye ate, he glanced at Meng Jingwei, and a peculiar feeling inexplicably welled up in his heart, as if he were married and his beloved wife had meticulously prepared breakfast for him, watching him dine.
It was warm, harmonious, and beautiful.
This feeling vanished in an instant, yet Qing Muye found himself somewhat craving that sensation.
Before long, he finished eating.
Meng Jingwei slapped a piece of paper in front of Qing Muye, "Here, time to pay."
It was an A4 sheet of paper, detailing: Large hot dry noodles 8 yuan; pure handmade soy milk 2 yuan; errand fee 90 yuan; total 100 yuan.
Although the large portion of hot dry noodles wasn't that expensive, Meng Jingwei was indeed a "shrewd businesswoman."
"Boss, I know you don't have cash. My small shop offers credit. Come..." She handed a pen to Qing Muye, "Just sign here."
"Where is the errand fee so expensive?" the man asked, taking the A4 paper.
"That's different. I'm your sister, your grandmother's goddaughter. Doesn't that mean my value skyrockets overnight? It might have been cheaper before, but now that I'm part of the Qing family, if the errand fee is too low, wouldn't that be a disgrace to your Qing family?"
She said it with utter seriousness and perfect logic.
Qing Muye was genuinely speechless.
But for some reason, a faint smile appeared on his handsome face as he took the pen and signed his name on the A4 paper.
Meng Jingwei took the paper, "Thank you, boss. Here, let me clean up the table for you, free of charge."
She stood up, collected the disposable food containers, threw them into the trash can, and then wiped the table clean. She was being exceedingly attentive, completely unaware of the fleeting glint of cunning in Qing Muye's eyes.
"I need to go to the company. You stay here by yourself, and call me if you need anything."
"Oh, okay. Go ahead then."
Meng Jingwei nodded vigorously.
She would be thrilled if Qing Muye didn't come back every day.
He said nothing more, packed his things, and left directly.
Arriving at the second basement level, Song Ci was already waiting for him in the car. After Qing Muye got in, the car slowly started, heading towards Songyu Group.
On the way, Song Ci glanced at his boss, noticing he seemed to be in exceptionally good spirits.
At the Night Color Apartment, Meng Jingwei had been playing games all morning.
At eleven-thirty in the morning, her phone rang.
She picked up her phone and saw it was Xiao Cheng's call. After answering, his voice came through the phone, "Little Weiwei, where are you? I'm back."
"I'm..."
Meng Jingwei wanted to say she was at Qing Muye's apartment but then thought it might be misinterpreted, so she said, "I'm at a friend's place. Where are you? I'll treat you to lunch today."
"Alright, let's meet at Yipinjui then."
"Uh... okay, sure."
Meng Jingwei hesitated for a moment because she knew the food at Yipinjui was very expensive. However, Xiao Cheng had helped her a great deal, and it was just a meal. Even if she was reluctant, she had to treat him, so she agreed.
After hanging up, just as Meng Jingwei was about to close her game, her phone on the table rang again.
She picked up her phone and saw it was Qing Muye's call.
"What is it? I'm playing a game right now."
She had just been eliminated by an opponent's shot and had already respawned, preparing to quickly finish a match.
"Where are you planning to eat lunch?" Qing Muye asked.
"Although Grandma asked you to take care of me, you don't need to worry about this. I won't starve to death. By the way, I've been busy these past few days and haven't asked you, where is Shu Yao?"
After returning that day, she had been busy and had completely forgotten about Shu Yao.
"Shu Yao left after returning to Lancheng."
"Oh, I see. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."
"You... *dudududu*..."
Qing Muye: "..."
He clenched his phone, his expression darkening.
This damned woman.
*Ling Ling Ling*—
At that moment, Qing Muye's phone rang.
It was Li Yun'er's call.
He answered.
"Brother Muye, have you eaten yet?"
Li Yun'er's gentle voice came through the phone.
Although she looked exactly like Meng Jingwei, her voice was different.
Li Yun'er's voice was very gentle, but Meng Jingwei's voice was sweeter and more pleasant. Their tones were distinctly different.
"No."
He spoke sparingly.
"I haven't eaten either. Would you like to have a meal together, Brother Muye?"
...
Five minutes later, Meng Jingwei finished her game, gathered her things, and immediately left the apartment, emerging from the lobby of the Night Color Club.
She hailed a taxi to Yipinjui and waited at the entrance for a while before finally spotting Xiao Cheng.
After only half a month, seeing Xiao Cheng again, she noticed he had become noticeably thinner and darker.
However, the slightly darker skin made him appear more mature.
"Long time no see."
Meng Jingwei walked forward and greeted him.
Seeing Meng Jingwei standing safely in front of him, Xiao Cheng stepped forward and gave her a big hug, "Little Weiwei! Where on earth did you go? Do you know how worried I've been about you all this time!"
Before this, after his mother's death, he had never truly experienced the feeling of worrying about someone. But having known Meng Jingwei for so long, he realized he was slowly falling for her, for her straightforwardness, sincerity, and forthrightness.
Her disappearance during this period was undoubtedly a torment for Xiao Cheng.
He held her tightly, his grip firm, "It's good that you're okay. It's good that you're okay."
"Hey, Xiao Cheng, let go of me, you're going to suffocate me."
Meng Jingwei hadn't expected Xiao Cheng's emotions to be so intense, which warmed her heart and deeply moved her.
Hearing her exclaim, Xiao Cheng immediately released her, his handsome face beaming with a smile, "I'm just so happy. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I can't die yet."
She waved her hand, joking, "If you squeezed any harder, I'd be queuing up at Meng Po's to get a number."
Seeing that she was joking, Xiao Cheng's relieved heart finally settled, as seeing her safe and sound was the best outcome.