The man finished speaking and asked, "Do you have pajamas? I haven't showered."
"Yes, yes."
Meng Jingwei nodded, got up, found a pair of pajamas in the closet in the dark, turned around, and handed them to Qing Muye, taking him to the bathroom.
She opened the bathroom door, turned on the light, and walked in, holding Qing Muye's hand, then closed the door.
The bathroom light was very bright, almost dazzling, but Meng Jingwei could clearly see Qing Muye's appearance.
She stood before him, looking up at the man she had longed for, her slender fingers covering his chiseled cheeks, her thumb gently caressing his facial skin, her heart aching slightly, "You've lost weight."
Although she had seen him last night, she couldn't see him clearly in the dark.
Seeing his appearance clearly now, she noticed he had become much thinner, and even had stubble on his chin. Meng Jingwei felt immense heartache.
Qing Muye perceived her concern and affection for him from her beautiful eyes, and smiled with satisfaction, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his embrace, "Lost weight where? You're the same as before."
The two were very close. The weather was hot, and they were both wearing thin clothes. They pressed tightly against each other, almost feeling the heat from each other's bodies and the pounding of their hearts.
"You are my husband, and I see whether you've lost weight or not."
Meng Jingwei's nose stung, and her eyes welled up, "A Ye, is it worth it for you to do so much for me?"
She felt uneasy. She had only known Qing Muye for a little over two years, yet he was so devoted to her, even willing to sacrifice everything for her safety, doing everything to the extreme.
Living in reality, she had seen too many instances of "couples are like birds of a feather, but fly in different directions when disaster strikes." Thus, she was moved to the core by Qing Muye's every word and action.
Even standing with him made her feel a little uneasy, feeling like she owed him too much.
How could Qing Muye not know Meng Jingwei's thoughts?
He reached out and pinched her cheek, smiling slightly, "It's not entirely for you. There's something I haven't told you. You know the Hidden Clan has astonishing mineral resources, and Anthony has been coveting the mineral resources here. This is a priceless treasure. Of course, I came with a purpose."
What Qing Muye said was true, but not entirely.
With his wealth in Lancheng, he wouldn't have to worry about money for three lifetimes, let alone risk coming to the Hidden Clan to compete for mineral resources. But to ease Meng Jingwei's unease and guilt, he had to have other plans and strategies.
"Really?"
Meng Jingwei furrowed her brow, half-believing.
The man held her, letting her sit on the edge of the washbasin, his hands propped on the washbasin counter, leaning closer to her, nodding, his handsome face radiating a gentle smile, "Of course. Since I'm here, why would I miss out? You should know very well that these resources are an immeasurable fortune. Once they fall into Anthony's hands, when we return to Lancheng, we will likely have no place to stand."
If Anthony obtained the Hidden Clan's mineral resources, it would be like adding wings to a tiger for him. Once Anthony became unimaginably powerful, if he and his wife returned to Lancheng, they would probably not have a chance to live.
After all, Anthony had wanted to get rid of them for a long time.
Even more so, Anthony didn't want them to have a chance to leave the Hidden Clan.
Meng Jingwei nodded, "That makes sense. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"Study the Hidden Clan dialect diligently with He Xiaoming Jin. It will be very useful later. Although the translation earbuds I gave you are helpful, they are very passive, require charging, and sometimes you still can't understand the dialects in some rural areas."