The Hidden Tribe.
He Kalin Chuan arrived at the foot of Gelou Mountain and called Meng Jingwei, waking her up from where she was leaning in Qing Muyue's embrace.
Picking up her phone, she saw a string of numbers flashing on the screen, knowing it was He Kalin Chuan’s call.
She had just changed her phone yesterday, and besides He Kalin Chuan, no one knew her phone number.
Before answering, she glanced at Qing Muyue, then pressed the speakerphone, “Hello?”
“Miss Jingwei, where are you?”
The other party asked.
Meng Jingwei tilted her head and looked around. Not knowing where she was, she could only say, “I had something to attend to unexpectedly and came out. Send me your location, and I’ll come find you later.”
Having eagerly come to pick up Meng Jingwei only to find her absent, He Kalin Chuan felt displeased but didn’t show it, merely offering a sheepish smile. “That’s fine too. I’ll send you the location to your phone.”
“Okay, it’s settled then.”
Meng Jingwei hung up the phone, leaned lazily against Qing Muyue, wrapped her arms around his waist, and narrowed her eyes. “They’ve all arrived. Is the Hidden Tribe… going to face a change of leadership?”
“When soldiers come, block them; when water comes, cover it with earth. Don’t be afraid,”
He comforted her.
Despite his words, Meng Jingwei still felt a faint sense of unease.
Afterward, the two tidied their attire and then drove off, heading towards the address He Kalin Chuan had given.
They reached their destination an hour and a half later. It was already 6:30 PM, the sun setting in the west.
The bonfire feast He Kalin Chuan had chosen was on a lawn outside the Hidden Tribe’s royal palace.
The northern lawn was nestled by mountains and water, boasting beautiful scenery. As night fell, fireflies danced among the green grass, appearing even more enchanting against the backdrop of the bonfire.
Upon entering, they were stopped by soldiers. Meng Jingwei presented her identity, and only then were they allowed to pass.
As soon as they entered, Meng Jingwei saw He Kalin Chuan approaching. “Hahahaha… Miss Jingwei, you’ve finally arrived. If you hadn’t come soon, I was planning to personally come pick you up.”
As he greeted Meng Jingwei, He Kalin Chuan glanced at the rustic bodyguard behind her and couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“I apologize for being late due to an unforeseen matter.”
Meng Jingwei nodded slightly, politely replying.
“No matter, no matter. Come, let’s go over.”
He Kalin Chuan’s smile was brilliant as he led Meng Jingwei towards the bonfire and announced loudly, “Everyone, look who I’ve brought, a distinguished guest.”
Those sitting by the bonfire turned their heads. Upon seeing Meng Jingwei, their expressions were all surprised, each with their own thoughts.
“Little Wei Wei?”
The most excited among them was Xiao Cheng.
The moment he saw Meng Jingwei, he instantly stood up from the ground and walked towards her, concerned. “I didn’t expect the distinguished guest Prince Kalin Chuan mentioned to be you. Long time no see, how have you been lately?”
Xiao Cheng ignored Antina, not even noticing the jealous and hateful glares Antina cast his way.
“Oh, isn’t this my sister? What a coincidence, meeting you here,” Li Yun’er said with a half-smile.
Anthony stood up, hands crossed, and strode over. “We meet again.”
Han Junyan stood up and looked at her. He didn’t speak, but his eyes were filled with a thousand unspoken words.
As for Song Jun, who stood beside Anthony, his expression was extremely cold. He stood aside without speaking, merely casting a deep glance at the man behind Meng Jingwei.
“Brother Kalin Chuan, you’re being unfair. When did you invite my sister, and you didn’t even notify me?” Li Yun’er bit her red lip, lightly brushing against He Kalin Chuan’s body as if to vent her dissatisfaction.
Although Li Yun’er and Meng Jingwei looked identical, He Kalin Chuan found Li Yun’er too frivolous, giving him no desire to conquer her.