"Since I'll be cooking for the little brat from now on, he should live here. Isn't there an empty guest room at the east end of the third floor? Tidy it up and let him move in. A nanny will also be coming tomorrow to take care of our daily lives."
Old Chen Tou stated his arrangements.
Meng Jingwei, who was eating with her head bowed, had a fleeting glint in her eyes. She picked up a piece of crucian carp belly with her chopsticks, put it in her mouth, and chewed slowly. She remained silent, perfectly concealing her emotions.
If Qing Muyye lived here, close by, it would be wonderful.
No matter what, having the person she longed for by her side would bring her immense peace and security.
"Oh, alright."
He Xiaoming Jin pouted, "Why isn't the nanny coming today? That way, I'd be spared the trouble."
As he finished speaking, Old Chen Tou glared at him. "You lazy thing, will tidying a room kill you?"
"Hehehe, I'm just saying."
Unable to withstand Old Chen Tou's piercing gaze, He Xiaoming Jin surrendered.
In the afternoon, Meng Jingwei continued her studies in her room, while He Xiaoming Jin went to tidy up Qing Muyye's room and settle him in.
Meng Jingwei studied engrossed all afternoon, her focus unwavering. Even dinner in the evening was hastily eaten.
That night.
Tired from the day, Meng Jingwei lay in bed resting. It was already one in the morning.
She turned off the light and had just lain down when a person suddenly appeared in the room.
A familiar scent wafted over. The man skillfully lifted the covers and slipped into her bed.
As soon as he lay down, Meng Jingwei reached out, wrapped her arms around his waist, and nuzzled her head against his chest, like a clingy kitten.
"Why didn't you eat properly today? Was it not to your taste?"
He lay on his side, his fingers weaving through her dark hair, gently stroking it as he asked.
Meng Jingwei closed her eyes, her cheek pressed against his chest, unmoving. She murmured, "If my husband can learn cooking and the language of the Hidden Tribe in half a year, I can't be too far behind."
The true reason, Meng Jingwei ultimately did not voice.
She wanted to say: You've sacrificed too much for me; if I don't work hard, I'm letting you down. You are too excellent; if I don't work hard, how can I be worthy of you?
In the darkness, only the man's clear, resonant laughter was heard, "Very good, I believe in you."
Qing Muyye didn't see Meng Jingwei's excessive studying as a bad thing; instead, he encouraged her to work even harder.
As he spoke, a sharp glint flashed in the man's eyes, "Who said they didn't eat enough today?"
"Ah?"
Meng Jingwei's mind went blank. She opened her eyes and looked up at Qing Muyye.
Even though his facial features were obscured in the darkness, it didn't matter.
Before she could react, Qing Muyye's overwhelming kiss descended upon her.
...
Lan City.
After a phone call with Yuan Wei, Shi Ran learned that Ms. Gan Yulu, General Manager of Hongfei Group, was on an extended business trip and unable to meet. She would have to wait for Gan Yulu's return.
The next day was the third day of the week-long deadline Du Rui and Li Fan had given her.
After the morning meeting, Du Rui and Li Fan looked at Shi Ran with displeasure.
"Three days have already passed, what's your progress?" Du Rui questioned.
Faced with their interrogation, Shi Ran replied calmly, "It's only the third day, why the rush?"
The more anxious they became, the more it showed their ill intentions.
She suspected they hoped she wouldn't secure the cooperation, wanting to oust her quickly and seize Sister Wei's company for themselves.
"Hmph, we're just reminding you," Li Fan scoffed.
Just then, a receptionist walked in, knocked on the door, and announced, "Mr. Du, Mr. Li, Ms. Shi, Mr. Tang from Tang Group is here."