"Here, do you like this one?"
He Xiaomingjin handed a jar of wine to Qing Muye. "This is our Hidden Clan's best Zuiqing wine, aged for ten years. I'm reluctant to even give it to my grandfather."
"Then you really are an unfilial grandson," Qing Muye said, standing to the side. He glanced casually at the jar of wine in his hand, his gaze carrying a deep implication.
For some reason, He Xiaomingjin felt he had been insulted, but he had no proof.
"Hehehe, aren't you going to protect my Sister Weiwei? Then we're friends from now on. Brothers share blessings, so it's only right to give you some to drink."
"From what I know, you've only known the young lady for a few days."
"Tsk, what do you know? I met Sister Weiwei ten years ago, so we're old acquaintances. Speaking of which, it was love at first sight for me. Back then..."
He Xiaomingjin recalled the past, a bright smile unconsciously gracing his face. But halfway through, he suddenly suppressed his smile. "Forget it, what's the point of telling you this? I'm giving you this wine. Find an excuse to leave this afternoon, and then I can accompany Sister Weiwei to the banquet."
Love at first sight?
Although people's sixth sense is strong, and Qing Muye had suspected He Xiaomingjin's feelings for Meng Jingwei, he never imagined that he had been infatuated with her for ten years.
In fact, it was many years before Qing Muye himself.
"Sorry, I don't drink either," Qing Muye refused.
However, his tone was not his usual crisp and cold one; instead, it held a touch of simple honesty, giving a sense of sincerity.
"Ah? You don't drink either?"
Not smoking and not drinking truly stumped He Xiaomingjin.
He had thought Qing Muye smoked and had intended to give him a few cartons of cigarettes. Who knew he abstained from both smoking and drinking.
He hugged the jar of wine, pondered for a long time, his eyes lit up, and he chuckled at Qing Muye. "Wait for me, I'll be right back."
With a swish, he turned and left the kitchen. Five minutes later, he rushed back into the kitchen in a flurry. Finding that "Iron Pillar" was no longer there, he went upstairs to his room.
He pushed open the door and, as expected, found Qing Muye lying on the bed with his eyes closed, resting.
"Brother Pillar, why did you come up here? I had a hard time finding you."
He Xiaomingjin walked to Qing Muye's bedside and sat down. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, took Qing Muye's hand, and stuffed the thick wad into it. "Money is the most practical. Take it, buy whatever you want, and don't be polite with me. If you need anything in the future, you can also tell me. Your brother will do his best to help you."
Qing Muye leaned against the headboard, lowered his gaze to glance at the money in his hand, and a flicker of light flashed in his eyes.
It was laughable. Others bribed him with money, hoping to take his wife.
This...
Qing Muye was speechless.
It was the first time he realized his wife's boundless charm, capable of attracting suitors everywhere!
He lightly ran his finger along the edge of the neat banknotes and shook his head. "Forget it, Mr. He Xiao will scold me if he finds out."
"He won't. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know, and no third person will ever know."
"No, my conscience won't allow it."
"You..." He Xiaomingjin wanted to say more, but quickly realized something. He then took another wad of cash from his pocket and stuffed it into Qing Muye's hand. "Is this enough? If you still feel uneasy, just hold these two wads of money to your chest; it'll surely ease your conscience."
To accompany Meng Jingwei out, He Xiaomingjin was willing to go all out.
Heaven knows, these twenty thousand Hidden Clan currency notes were equivalent to one hundred thousand Chinese Yuan, enough to make He Xiaomingjin ache for a whole night.