"Heartache, of course, there's heartache."
Meng Jingwei picked up an egg pancake and placed it directly into He Xiaomingjin's bowl. "Eat more, replenish your strength."
"Hehehe, Sister Weiwei is the best."
One egg pancake successfully dealt with He Xiaomingjin.
However, Old Chentou ate with a serious expression, sipping plain congee and eating pickled vegetables. After chewing the food in his mouth, he asked, "Regarding Anthony's matter, have you all heard about it?"
He first glanced at Meng Jingwei, then looked meaningfully at Qing Muye, implying something.
Daisy Tini sighed, "This matter is quite serious. Anthony is, after all, the Prince of Country C. Xiao Cheng actually dared to make a move against him. I'm afraid he's completely finished."
Meng Jingwei lowered her eyelids, distractedly drinking her congee, and perfunctorily said, "I've heard."
"Sister Weiwei's husband's death is inextricably linked to Xiao Cheng. He's been arrested, and he deserves it."
The clueless He Xiaomingjin spoke his mind, "It's retribution."
"Even though it's within the territory of the Hidden Clans, Anthony is the Prince of Country C, a person of noble status. All of you, keep your distance from him. It's best if you don't get yourself caught in the crossfire."
With the last sentence, Old Chentou emphasized his tone, both as a warning and a reminder.
Qing Muye didn't respond. Meng Jingwei merely gave a 'hmm.' He Xiaomingjin, still in the dark, chuckled happily, "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits. Isn't it best to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight?"
"Talk less and eat!"
Old Chentou glanced at him. "How old are you, and yet you're never serious."
The others fell silent, quietly eating their breakfast.
After the meal, a servant came to clear the dishes. Meng Jingwei greeted Qing Muye, "Tie Zhuzi, accompany me to buy something down the mountain."
"Sister Weiwei, let me go with you."
He Xiaomingjin strode to Meng Jingwei's side. "Brother Tie Zhuzi is quite busy. It's better not to disturb him."
"I'm not busy."
Qing Muye's words crushed He Xiaomingjin's hope. He walked up to Meng Jingwei. "Miss, let's go."
"Then take me with you."
He Xiaomingjin pleaded.
Since he couldn't shake off 'Tie Zhuzi', he had to join the two of them, hoping for more opportunities to spend time with Meng Jingwei.
"Alright, let's go."
With a sigh of helplessness, Meng Jingwei had no choice but to take He Xiaomingjin, and the three of them headed down the mountain.
Walking down from the mountain, because Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei walked side-by-side, He Xiaomingjin felt displeased, always feeling that the two of them were too close, and jealousy flared up in his heart.
"Tie Zhuzi?"
He reached out and tugged Qing Muye. "You move aside. Sister Weiwei and I have something to talk about."
The man's expression darkened. Before he could speak, he saw Meng Jingwei give him a look. Qing Muye immediately nodded and took a step back.
He Xiaomingjin stood beside Meng Jingwei. "Hey, Sister Weiwei, there's a opera house over here. Do you want me to take you to see a play sometime?"
Meng Jingwei: "I don't like it."
He Xiaomingjin: "Don't like opera? Then I'll take you to the movies."
Meng Jingwei: "I don't like that either."
He Xiaomingjin: "Don't like it either? In two weeks, there's a big concert in the neighboring provincial capital. Do you want me to take you?"
Meng Jingwei: "I don't understand your language, so why would I be interested."
"That's true," He Xiaomingjin nodded. After thinking hard, "Then how about we have a bonfire party, or I can take you hiking?"
Meng Jingwei, walking beside him, felt a chill run down her spine. She instinctively glanced back at Qing Muye and saw that the man's expression was as dark as ink.