Old Chen Tou truthfully explained.
Meng Jingwei didn't understand what "special reasons" Old Chen Tou was referring to, but since he couldn't visit the Hidden Clan for three months, it could only mean that he had left his hometown several times daily, either returning to the Hidden Clan or going to Country C.
It seemed he had cultivated considerable influence in Country C.
"When will this end?"
She disliked waiting indefinitely and only wanted a resolution.
"A few months at the shortest, a year at the longest," Old Chen Tou gave a vague answer, extremely perfunctory.
Meng Jingwei didn't ask further and remained silent.
Some things were beyond her control, but what she could do was to leave the Hidden Clan as soon as possible.
Her departure or stay determined Qing Muyi's future. If she lingered in the Hidden Clan, she feared that by the time they returned, all of Qing Muyi's assets would have been swallowed by Qing Si Huai.
"I've already thought about it. Once the Hidden Clan is stable internally, I'll send people to bring the two children here. It's better for you and your children to be together."
Old Chen Tou sighed and added, "Your adoptive parents will come along then."
He was making arrangements with Meng Jingwei, all with her best interests at heart.
But his words amused Meng Jingwei. "And then?"
"And then?"
He Xiao Ming Jin and Daisy Tini clearly sensed Meng Jingwei's emotional shift. They looked at each other, then at Meng Jingwei, lowered their heads, and quietly ate without speaking.
Old Chen Tou naturally noticed Meng Jingwei's slightly furrowed brow and displeasure.
"There is no 'then'," he said.
"No? Heh."
Meng Jingwei picked up the milk on the table, took a sip, and slammed the glass back down on the table with a bang, as if venting her dissatisfaction.
She slightly raised her cold eyes. "Did you ask for my opinion? From the moment you revealed my identity, have you ever consulted me? Do you know what I feel like?"
She questioned him in a low voice. Old Chen Tou was taken aback and looked at her, frowning.
His cloudy eyes were filled with complexity, and a fleeting, almost imperceptible pain flashed within them.
He had watched Meng Jingwei grow up and treated her as his own, so he naturally didn't want to see her sad and upset.
However, he had no choice.
"A puppet!"
Meng Jingwei suddenly raised her voice. "I feel like a puppet! What do you take me for, an emotionless machine? And that He Xiao Lan Ya, did she consider my feelings before giving birth to me? If I am to be controlled by you all my life, I would rather die in the cradle!"
Yes, if she had known her future life would be so miserable, she would have preferred to be strangled at birth.
In any case, it would have been better than now.
She suddenly flew into a rage, silencing all three of them.
Meng Jingwei let out a scoff. "What Hidden Clan? What Young Master? What do they have to do with me? No, I'm just a puppet, what right do I have to choose my own life?"
With that, she stood up and left.
Old Chen Tou watched Meng Jingwei walk out of the living room, and somewhat worried, said to He Xiao Ming Jin, "Go after her and see."
"Yes, Grandpa," He Xiao Ming Jin said, wiping his mouth with a napkin and jogging out.
After a long silence, Daisy Tini said with a solemn expression, "The Young Master is not someone we can easily control. I fear the Hidden Clan cannot keep her."
What she said was precisely what Old Chen Tou was most worried about.
"Get me a bottle of wine," Old Chen Tou said, not answering Daisy Tini's question, but instead waving for her to fetch the wine.
Seeing her teacher's displeasure, Daisy Tini got up and brought him a bottle of Hidden Clan medicinal wine, handing it to him. "Drinking is bad for your health, drink less."