The days following his breakup with Meng Jingwei were agonizing for her, but equally so for Qing Muye.
Restraining his affection for her, Qing Muye was sleepless and without appetite.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so wild and lost in the moment with Meng Jingwei in the mountain cave during their picnic at Qi Ming Mountain that day.
"Is that so?"
Meng Jingwei was half-believing.
"Whether it is or isn't, don't you already know?"
"I don't know."
Meng Jingwei shook her head, speaking with a serious demeanor.
In reality, she had genuinely forgotten that incident.
Qing Muye's expression darkened. He gently squeezed her waist with his arm, a small punishment. "You forgot about that time at Qi Ming Mountain so quickly. Hmm?"
Mentioning Qi Ming Mountain, Meng Jingwei's face flushed, her ears grew warm. She pursed her red lips, "Uh… that was so long ago, of course I… I forgot."
Even though it had been over a month, how could she forget such an exciting wilderness encounter?
It was simply a matter of shyness to speak of it.
"If you truly forgot, I can take you back to 'redo' it there."
It was meant to be 'revisit', but from Qing Muye's mouth, it immediately took on a different meaning.
Her willow-like eyebrows furrowed, her clear autumn eyes sparkled, and she spoke hesitantly, "That depends on my mood."
The little woman before him was both pure and alluring, making even Qing Muye struggle to contain himself.
He leaned close to her ear, whispering intimately, "I imagine you enjoyed it very much that day, Awei…"
"So indecent."
Meng Jingwei shot him a glare. Hearing the elevator ding in the hallway, she nudged Qing Muye, "Someone's coming, can you watch your image?"
"We aren't doing anything illicit. What are you afraid of…"
As Qing Muye was speaking, Meng Jingwei tilted her head and glanced at the person emerging from the elevator. Her eyes suddenly widened, a flicker of panic in their depths.
The next moment, she grabbed Qing Muye and pulled him directly into the living room, quickly closing the door.
"What's wrong?"
Qing Muye leaned against the wall at the entryway and asked.
"Shh."
Meng Jingwei made a shushing gesture, signaling him to be quiet, "It's Chu Xue. I never expected she'd be at this hotel too."
After that incident in Country C, Song Ci had contacted her to rescue Qing Muye. After leaving the hotel, Meng Jingwei had called Chu Xue, saying she had an urgent family matter and had to return home immediately.
Chu Xue, consumed with worry for Han Junyan, hadn't asked further questions.
She was unaware that Meng Jingwei hadn't returned home at all, but had instead experienced life and death in Country C.
"It doesn't matter even if she sees us." Qing Muye actually felt it was time to make their relationship public and didn't want to hide it.
"Did a donkey kick your brain?"
Meng Jingwei frowned deeply, "Chu Xue liked you so much before. Because she saw me disguised as a man kissing you in the mall, she thought you had a problem with your orientation and gave up pursuing you. If she knows now that you're with me, she'll guess with her toes that it was me kissing you in the mall that day. Aren't you making an enemy for me?"
"Are we supposed to go on like this forever?"
Qing Muye's expression darkened, showing a hint of displeasure.
"It's not time yet. Let's talk about it later."
After speaking, Meng Jingwei did not forget to warn, "Also, you absolutely must not let Shu Yao know about our relationship. She's in a very bad state right now, having been so badly deceived by Qing Sihui. She doesn't know who to trust. If she finds out we're together, she might think I bribed that hospital to prove that Qing Sihui doesn't have cancer."
Although Qing Sihui and Qing Muye were uncle and nephew, they were also rivals in the Qing family.
Shu Yao came from a good family and had Qing Sihui's child. That child had too much influence on the Qing family's dynamics.
If Shu Yao were to find out she was with Qing Muye, Shu Yao would definitely believe she was 'faking' to secure Qing Muye's position as the Qing family heir.
"Okay, as you wish."
Qing Muye agreed.
His sword-like eyebrows, slanted towards his temples, lifted. He raised a hand to cup her cheek, his thumb caressing her red lips, "I'm very curious, how did you cripple Qing Sihui?"
"Completely crippled?" Meng Jingwei had left Shu Yao's villa in such a hurry that she was unaware of Qing Sihui's specific condition.
"He took medication beforehand, barely maintaining his sexual function. You could say he's crippled."
"Oh." Meng Jingwei understood what Qing Muye meant.
It was likely that Qing Sihui could still perform with medication, but he was still significantly worse off compared to a normal person, and definitely unable to reproduce.
Meng Jingwei felt no guilt; instead, she believed he had brought it upon himself.
"That scumbag. This is revenge for him."
She had also avenged Shu Yao.
"But have you considered how you'll answer to Grandma?"
"Huh?"
Meng Jingwei's face immediately fell, her expression one of utter helplessness, "I… I was only thinking of revenge at the time, and forgot about that."
Heaven knows.
When she encountered Qing Sihui at Shu Yao's villa, she was consumed by rage and had lost all reason.
Even now, thinking of Qing Sihui calling the elderly Mrs. Qing 'Mother', Meng Jingwei did not regret it.
"Just teasing you. With me here, it'll be fine."
Qing Muye stroked her head, his gaze fixed on her. His hand moved across her facial skin, naturally tilting her chin up, and he kissed her lips.
"Mmm…"
Meng Jingwei's eyes widened. She patted his chest and pushed him away, "What are you doing? Shu Yao is still sleeping in there."
"She drank a lot at the bar. She should be asleep by now."
"Still, that's not okay!"
"But… I want to…"
"Qing Muye, why… have you lost so much self-control now?"
Especially after reconciling in Country C, their relationship had rapidly heated up, and their affection had grown incredibly strong.
The frequency had also gradually increased.
However, on second thought, lovers in the throes of passion seemed to be like this.
Meng Jingwei forced herself to calm down, "Then let's go out and get a room."
Since they were already at the hotel, going downstairs to book an additional room was a matter of minutes.
"It's too late."
Qing Muye gave Meng Jingwei no chance. He directly pulled her into the bathroom and locked the door.
"Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Shu Yao is still here."
"She's sleeping."
"What if she wakes up?"
"There's no 'what if'."
"You… mmm…"
She had no room to retort, nor dared to make a sound, for fear of waking Shu Yao.
Passive, she was ultimately 'taken by force' by Qing Muye.
But just as they were in the midst of their passion, the bedroom door opened. Shu Yao, wearing pajamas, stumbled into the living room groggily, "Weiwei?"
She called out. Meng Jingwei, in the bathroom, heard the sound, and her body stiffened instantly. She felt so embarrassed her toes could dig out a three-bedroom apartment.
It's over, it's really over.
Meng Jingwei dared not respond. Lying on the washbasin, she turned and glared angrily at Qing Muye, "You're going to get me killed."