During lunch, several people sat at the dining table. Meng Jingwei savored the lunch cooked by Qing Muyye, finding his culinary skills increasingly exquisite.
Yet, it was precisely this flawless man who was willing to risk his life for her, even to the point of submitting to others for her sake.
Witnessing Qing Muyye’s ‘sacrifice,’ her sense of guilt grew by the day.
“Right, I have to go out tonight.”
Meng Jingwei picked up a piece of baked tofu, took a bite, and lowered her gaze. “He Kailingchuan has asked to meet me.”
The previous moment, the table had been filled with the clinking sounds of chopsticks against porcelain bowls; the next, the dining table fell into an abrupt silence.
Even with her head lowered, Meng Jingwei could feel burning gazes fixed upon her, yet she continued to eat her rice with composure and calm, feigning ignorance.
Old Master Chen’s expression turned grim. He instinctively exchanged a glance with Daisy Tini seated opposite him. Before he could speak, He Xiaomingjin, unable to contain himself, jumped in…
“You have plans with He Kailingchuan? Sister Weiwei, don’t tell me you can’t see that He Kailingchuan wants to hit on you?”
His words were blunt.
Meng Jingwei placed a piece of braised fish in her bowl, picked out the bones, and said with a light tone, “I know.”
“And you still agreed to meet him?”
His voice suddenly rose, his displeasure evident on his face. His gaze was as if he were looking at an idiot.
“Anthony and others are also attending the meeting today. I know them all.”
Finally, she offered an explanation.
As she spoke, Meng Jingwei deliberately glanced at Old Master Chen and found that he had visibly relaxed upon hearing her words.
“Grandpa, aren’t you going to do anything?” He Xiaomingjin looked at Old Master Chen, expecting him to reprimand Meng Jingwei, but he remained silent for a long time.
Old Master Chen continued eating his rice. “She has her own ideas. Anything I say is useless.”
“Alright then. I’m going too,” He Xiaomingjin declared.
“No!”
“No!”
Before He Xiaomingjin could even finish his sentence, the opposing voices of Daisy Tini and Old Master Chen immediately rang out, rejecting him without mercy.
He Xiaomingjin: “……”
His expression froze, his mouth still forming the shape of the word ‘go.’ He stared blankly at Daisy Tini, his face darkening at a visible rate.
“You… you… forget it…”
Realizing that reasoning with them was futile, he turned to Meng Jingwei for help. “Sister Weiwei, take me with you, okay? I’ll be very well-behaved, I won’t drag you down, and I won’t cause any trouble.”
“No need. Taking Tie Zhuzi is enough.”
Her husband, of course, had to be taken along.
“He, Tie Zhuzi, is as clueless as a fool and can’t translate. How can he be more useful than me?”
Clueless fool!
Meng Jingwei’s hand holding the chopsticks stiffened slightly. She shot him a glare, thinking to herself: Your whole family are clueless fools.
“They all speak Mandarin, so your translation skills aren’t necessary,” Meng Jingwei said, then put down her chopsticks. “I’m full, I’m going to study.”
“Hey, hello? Sister Weiwei, don’t leave~ Sister Wei… Wei…”
He Xiaomingjin called out to Meng Jingwei, but she left without looking back, leaving him deeply disappointed.
He sighed helplessly, glanced at the kitchen, and a plan sprang to mind.
After the meal, He Xiaomingjin diligently collected the bowls and then trotted over to Qing Muyye, offering him a cigarette. “Brother Zhuzi, have a smoke?”
Qing Muyye, who was tidying up the dishes, put down the rag and shook his head while washing his hands. “I’m sorry, I don’t smoke.”
“You don’t smoke?”
He Xiaomingjin’s brows furrowed. He looked down at the cigarette in his hand. “Don’t smoke… then… wait for me.”
He dashed out of the kitchen and returned after a while.