Meng Jingwei knew that Old Shen Tou feared he couldn't control her, but he knew even better that she was beyond anyone's control.
Seated on the sofa were Old Shen Tou and Desi Tini. They exchanged a look of deep concern as they watched Meng Jingwei disappear at the end of the stairs.
"Teacher, are we being too lenient with her?"
Desi Tini brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and sighed, "After tomorrow, the hidden clan will become even more chaotic. If she continues like this, she'll be like a wild horse that's broken its reins."
At that point, restraining Meng Jingwei would be as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
"Sigh..."
Old Shen Tou picked up his pipe, took some tobacco from his pouch, placed it in the bowl, lit it, and took a puff.
He had smoked this way his entire life, the habit ingrained in his very bones.
Just like Meng Jingwei, who had been willful since childhood and would never easily yield to anyone.
"You don't need to worry about her affairs. Take care of that kid Ming Jin and stop him from causing trouble," Old Shen Tou changed the subject.
Seeing that Old Shen Tou didn't want to discuss Meng Jingwei, Desi Tini didn't say more.
That evening, Qing Muye appeared in Meng Jingwei's room as usual.
The couple shared a passionate and intimate night, their gasps of pleasure rising and falling, though they deliberately kept their voices low to avoid being heard.
Afterward, Meng Jingwei nestled in Qing Muye's embrace. "Ah Ye, Anthony and the others are coming to the hidden clan tomorrow. What if... what if your identity is discovered?"
If you walk by the river often, your shoes are bound to get wet.
Although Qing Muye's disguise was excellent, paper could not wrap fire, and eventually, his true identity would be revealed.
The man turned and hugged her waist, his fingers gently patting her back with infinite tenderness. "There are only two months left until the inheritance ceremony for the new Hidden Lord of the hidden clan. Even if they don't discover me, I will reveal my identity then. So, it's only a matter of time, and it won't make much of a difference."
"Two months, not long, not short, there's no guarantee there won't be any accidents."
"Silly girl, what does it matter if they find out? I don't want to see you like this forever. What if one day you find me ugly and turn to someone else?"
"Pfft... What are you talking about?"
Meng Jingwei was successfully amused by Qing Muye.
Suddenly, she thought of something and asked, "By the way, have you met the future Hidden Lord of the hidden clan since you came here?"
The future Hidden Lord was naturally the daughter of He Ka Qing Tang.
"I have. She's quite good-looking. But she doesn't have your graceful demeanor, my wife."
"Tch, if you want to praise her, just say it directly. Why bring me into it? I won't be jealous."
"Oh really?"
"Of course."
"But my Ah Wei is so indifferent to me, what if I get jealous? Not only will I get jealous, but I'll also want to 'eat' you..." Qing Muye cupped the back of her head and leaned down, covering her lips again.
This kiss was as gentle as water, then became increasingly passionate, and finally, Meng Jingwei lost herself in Qing Muye's heavy breaths.
The next day.
On the surface, the hidden clan remained a picture of peace and prosperity, but beneath the calm, undercurrents surged.
Anthony, Song Jun, Xiao Cheng, Antina, and others also quietly entered the hidden clan's territory that day and settled in as quickly as possible.
Meng Jingwei was diligently studying the hidden clan's language, embodying the spirit of 'ignoring all distractions and focusing solely on scholarly pursuits.'
Until one day, she received an invitation from He Ka Ling Chuan. "Hi, little fairy Jingwei, what are you busy with?"
He Ka Ling Chuan's informal voice came through the phone.
Meng Jingwei looked at the thick notebook in front of her, filled with a whole page of hidden language words, which made her hands ache and her head buzz.
She shook her hand, leaned back lazily in her chair, and gazed out the window, replying perfunctorily, "Is there something, Young Master Ling Chuan?"
"Hahaha... Nothing much, really. Your sister's friends have come to the hidden clan, and as the host, I've organized a gathering, a bonfire party. Why don't you come and join the fun?"
The invitation was extended enthusiastically.
Sister?
Upon hearing this, Meng Jingwei knew that Li Yun'er and He Ka Ling Chuan had already hooked up.
She had intended to refuse, but in the end, she nodded in agreement. "Okay. What time?"
They were bound to meet sooner or later, and avoidance wouldn't solve anything.
Moreover, meeting them now would allow her to understand the latest real-time dynamics of the hidden clan. It was all benefits and no harm.
"Tonight. Shall I pick you up?"
"Okay." Meng Jingwei didn't stand on ceremony and readily agreed.
Her current awkward situation should not have involved meeting He Ka Ling Chuan. However, Meng Jingwei was naturally rebellious. The more Old Shen Tou and the others tried to control her, the more she wanted to go against them.
Because...
She had her own plans.
Qing Muye had told her not to trust anyone but herself.
Therefore, Meng Jingwei chose to enter the tiger's den.
ps: Starting tomorrow, ten thousand words a day for a week.