She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she couldn't show it too obviously.
She could only say to He Xiaomingjin, "Mingjin, I know your intentions." She paused, turned around, and faced He Xiaomingjin squarely, saying, "I need to make it clear to you, I don't like you."
The sudden rejection caught He Xiaomingjin completely off guard.
The smile froze on his face. He looked blankly at Meng Jingwei and smiled bitterly, "It's okay, you don't like me now, but you will in the future. I also know that your husband is 'dead,' and you won't accept anyone for a while."
"But I believe that time is the best medicine to heal sadness. You will eventually let go of that past love and usher in a new dawn. After all, the future is still long, and I am willing to grow old with you."
He Xiaomingjin gathered his courage and confessed his feelings to Meng Jingwei once more.
However, this time, before Meng Jingwei could even speak, Qing Muye directly pulled Meng Jingwei to his side, lifted his hands to cup her cheeks, and leaned down to kiss her lips.
"Holy crap!"
He Xiaomingjin was stunned.
He widened his eyes, staring incredulously at the two people kissing in front of him.
The next second, his expression turned cold, and he cursed, " 'Iron Pillar,' let go of Sister Wei Wei immediately. She's my woman!"
With that, he threw a left hook directly at Qing Muye's face.
Then Qing Muye raised his hand, catching his fist with his bare hand, and with his other hand, he swung and landed a heavy punch on He Xiaomingjin's right eye, "I need to tell you, she's my wife!"
Ever since they came to the Hidden Clan, there had always been people coveting Meng Jingwei, and he had endured it.
But He Xiaomingjin was truly too presumptuous, even boldly declaring Meng Jingwei was his woman!
And he even said her husband was 'dead'!
This feeling was utterly awful. Qing Muye had been holding back his urge to reveal his identity, but this time, he could no longer bear it.
"Hiss... Ouch."
His right eye was struck hard, and He Xiaomingjin's head snapped back. He fell to the ground, clutching his eye in pain, pointing at Qing Muye, " 'Iron Pillar,' are you trying to overturn the heavens? You dare to kiss Sister Wei Wei by force, and you dare to hit me? Are you tired of living!"
Seeing He Xiaomingjin's disheveled state, Meng Jingwei glared at Qing Muye and chided, "What are you doing?"
Qing Muye raised his arm, circled Meng Jingwei's waist, and pulled her tightly into his embrace.
"Hey, take your dirty hands off me, don't touch my Sister Wei Wei!"
At that moment, He Xiaomingjin, ignoring the pain in his eye and his bruised backside, stood up and tried to pull Qing Muye away.
As soon as his hand reached out, Qing Muye caught it in his palm. He Xiaomingjin struggled, but found himself held so tightly that he couldn't break free.
"You, you, what do you want to do?" He Xiaomingjin hopped in anger.
Qing Muye raised an eyebrow, a curve forming at the corner of his lips, "Allow me to introduce myself formally, my name is Qing Muye, and the person beside me..."
He slowed his speech, glanced sideways at Meng Jingwei, his face filled with doting affection, "...is my wife, Meng Jingwei."
"You, you... You're saying you're Qing Muye?"
He Xiaomingjin's eyes widened visibly, giving the impression of a seismic shock.
His jaw dropped, and he stood there frozen.
Qing Muye released his hand and pinched Meng Jingwei's cheek, "You're making me feel very insecure all of a sudden. What am I supposed to do with you?"
Meng Jingwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She raised her hand to her forehead, "You're too impulsive. Even if..."
She glanced guiltily at He Xiaomingjin, then covered half her face and whispered, "Even if you couldn't stand it, you shouldn't have hit him."