"I... I want to talk to you."
After much thought, He Xiaolan Ya still wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Meng Jingwei.
She felt that there were too many barriers between them that needed to be resolved, otherwise, Meng Jingwei might never accept her as her mother.
"We can talk about it tomorrow. I'm tired and want to sleep."
Meng Jingwei directly refused, even finding He Xiaolan Ya a bit absurd.
It was late at night, and she wasn't sleeping, yet she wanted to pull her into a conversation.
Could it be that she intended to have a long talk all night?
"Alright then." He Xiaolan Ya turned and left with great helplessness.
Because the room had good soundproofing, they couldn't hear if He Xiaolan Ya had left.
Qing Mu Ye could only gently hold the woman in his arms, lean down to kiss her red lips, and his movements became increasingly slow.
"How can you be so busy?" A smile curved his lips as he chuckled.
"You should feel lucky. If our babies were here, you'd probably have to sleep in the guest room every day."
"No way."
The man gently bit her lips, "I'll make the two little ones sleep in the guest room."
"How could you do that? That's too much."
"You're my wife. Even though we have children, you're still mine."
"Pfft... A Ye, are you jealous?"
Meng Jingwei was amused by Qing Mu Ye.
The night's tenderness was exceptionally beautiful.
Afterwards, as Qing Mu Ye held Meng Jingwei to bathe, the clear water touched Meng Jingwei's hand, and she let out a soft cry of pain.
The man keenly sensed that something was wrong. He held her hand and discovered the marks on her palm.
His brows furrowed, "Does it hurt?"
Without asking further, Qing Mu Ye knew what had happened at a glance.
As intelligent as he was, he easily guessed that it happened during the bonfire party outside the royal palace, where Meng Jingwei had been drugged and had injured herself to stay awake.
"It doesn't hurt, it's just a superficial wound, it's fine."
Meng Jingwei lay in the bathtub, her eyes closed hazily, feeling too tired to move.
"Next time, you must tell me if anything happens. Don't bear everything yourself." He pinched her cheek as a playful punishment and warned her.
"Mmm, okay, okay..."
Meng Jingwei, with her eyes closed, was extremely drowsy, her words trailing off midway.
Seeing her as lazily cute and alluring as a kitten, Qing Mu Ye gently caressed her face with deep affection and kissed her forehead.
After helping her bathe and dry her body, he carried her back to bed to sleep.
As dawn approached, Qing Mu Ye returned to his own room.
His room was on the third floor, exactly above Meng Jingwei's room in the same position. By simply leaping from the window, he could smoothly return to his own room.
Lan Cheng.
Shi Ran slept intermittently throughout the night, but her sleep quality was poor due to constant nightmares. She went to work with dark circles under her eyes in the morning.
The morning meeting proceeded as usual. Du Rui and Li Fan no longer dared to make things difficult for Shi Ran and were extremely polite to her.
She noticed this but said nothing.
As soon as she returned to her office, her phone rang.
Taking out her phone, she saw it was Huo Xiaohua's call.
"Hello, Mr. Huo?"
"Are you free? Let's grab a cup of tea. I have something I want to tell you," Huo Xiaohua asked Shi Ran.
At the Huo family villa, Shi Ran had been greatly disappointed in Huo Xiaohua and had become wary of him.
Therefore, although her attitude was respectful, if one observed closely, they could sense her rejection and resistance.
"Mr. Huo, you can tell me whatever it is over the phone."
She responded with a smile.
"It's like this..." Huo Xiaohua hesitated and sighed, "On my sister's birthday, I took advantage of you. I should have told you yesterday, but the situation was special, so I couldn't find a suitable opportunity. Something came up last night and delayed me, which is why I'm telling you now."