Qing Muye didn't agree readily, putting on a "difficult" expression, "I'll try."
"It's settled then. Brother Zhuzi, I'm going back to my room first. I'll await your good news."
With matters settled, He Xiaomingjin was in high spirits, his eyes brimming with undisguised smiles.
He stood up and left the room, closing the door.
The peaceful expression on Qing Muye's face vanished instantly, a hint of coldness surfacing between his brows. He glanced at the twenty thousand yuan in his hand, then shook his head with a helpless smile.
At three in the afternoon, He Xiaomingjin emerged from his room, dressed in a formal suit, looking radiant.
He saw Old Man Chen approaching. Thinking he was looking for him, he smiled and said, "Grandpa, Brother Zhuzi told me he has something to do this afternoon and needs to go out. So I'll be accompanying Sister Weiwei to the appointment."
"Tie Zhu told me. But that brat and Tie Zhu just left. They're taking care of business before the appointment, so it won't be delayed. You just stay home obediently."
Old Man Chen's words were a direct blow to He Xiaomingjin. He stood frozen, his fair face immediately falling.
"No... how can that Tie Zhuzi go back on his word!?"
He had spent twenty thousand Yin Yuan to bribe 'Tie Zhu', only to be played.
"Go back on his word about what? He does have something to do, but that brat was bored and insisted on going out with him."
Old Man Chen explained and then left.
But after only a couple of steps, he stopped, turned back, his brows furrowed and tinged with white, glaring at him, "You brat, you bribed Tie Zhu, didn't you? No wonder he said he couldn't accompany that brat."
"Ah, I..."
He Xiaomingjin felt like crying. He waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no. Nothing like that. Brother Zhuzi said he had something to do earlier and asked me to accompany Sister Weiwei. Ah, a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
He forced a smile with a crestfallen face and turned back to his room.
At that moment, his smile was uglier than crying.
Meanwhile, at the foot of the mountain, in the SUV.
Qing Muye drove Meng Jingwei away from the city to the suburbs. In a place with green mountains, clear waters, and sparse population, he stopped.
He turned sideways, looking at the small woman in the passenger seat, his long fingers playing with a strand of hair by her temple, "Tell me, what should I do with you?"
"What's wrong..."
Meng Jingwei was looking at the colorful scenery outside the car window when Qing Muye's unexpected question caught her off guard.
"First it was He Kalingchuan, and now He Xiaomingjin. Ah Wei, how come I never noticed you were so popular with men before?"
As he spoke, a hint of helplessness welled up in his pupils.
The way he looked made Meng Jingwei feel a pang of concern. She took his hand, "What are you talking about? There's no such thing. He Xiaomingjin is Old Man Chen's grandson. He's protecting me because of Old Man Chen. Don't overthink it."
"To say I'm overthinking is a big mistake."
Qing Muye put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms with a sudden force, making her sit on his lap, "He Xiaomingjin himself told me this. Not only that, he also came with twenty thousand Yin Yuan to bribe me, wanting to hit on my Ah Wei. Tell me, shouldn't I teach him a lesson?"
"What... and this too?"
Heaven knows, Meng Jingwei truly hadn't noticed any inappropriate thoughts from He Xiaomingjin towards her.
Ever since entering the Hidden Clan, He Xiaomingjin had been very enthusiastic towards her, fitting his sunny, boyish personality, full of charm that made people like him.
Who would have thought that He Xiaomingjin actually had those kinds of feelings for her.
"Ah Wei, I regret it."