"Huh?"
Meng Jingwei blinked, thinking that Qing Muyie was still in the bathroom. If Shu Yao saw him, she would surely guess what had just happened in the bathroom.
"I said I want to go to the toilet,"
Shu Yao said, walking towards the bathroom.
This move almost scared Meng Jingwei out of her wits. Her mind raced, and her eyes suddenly brightened. She forced a calm smile, "I advise you to go to the bathroom in the bedroom. It's... it's smelly in there... you can't even squat. This hotel has such poor ventilation."
"Okay."
Seeing Meng Jingwei fanning her nose, Shu Yao nodded blankly and walked towards the bedroom.
Meng Jingwei took a few steps into the living room. She watched Shu Yao enter the bedroom with her own eyes and was sure she heard the bathroom door close in the bedroom before she let out a long sigh of relief and immediately opened the bathroom door.
Facing her was Qing Muyie's face, as dark as ink.
His handsome face was slightly angry, his eyes as dark as ink stared at her intently, accusing her of his dissatisfaction.
"Hehehehe..."
Meng Jingwei flashed a fawning smile and immediately stepped forward, standing on tiptoe, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, "Oh, darling, I didn't mean to."
In her haste, seeing Qing Muyie about to come out, she was forced to kick him into the bathroom.
Who was he, Qing Muyie?
He hadn't suffered any hardship when he was kidnapped by Xiao Cheng, yet today he was kicked by her. Naturally, he would be angry.
The man wrapped his arms around her waist, his sharp eyes narrowed, "Have you thought about how you want to die?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I've thought about it."
"How do you want to die?"
"Old age, of course, old age."
Qing Muyie reached out and pinched her tender cheek, leaned close to her, and said in a deep voice, "Wishful thinking. If you die, you must die 'in bed'."
A clear warning.
"Alright, alright, however you want to die, I'll die," Meng Jingwei grabbed his hand, "Hurry up and leave, quickly. If you're any later, it'll all be exposed."
She pulled the man out of the bathroom, opened the bedroom door, and pushed Qing Muyie out directly.
"Awei, you..."
Bang!!
Qing Muyie wanted to say something else, but as he turned, the door slammed shut with a bang, hitting him directly on the nose.
The man pressed against the door, his body stiff, his hands hanging by his sides clenched uncontrollably.
The next moment, he felt a warmth suddenly surge from his nose.
Gritting his teeth, Qing Muyie raised his hand to touch his nose. He lowered his head to look at his fingers, and his fingertips were already stained crimson.
"Damn it!"
He cursed, his pupils shooting sparks.
But suddenly, the corners of his lips curved into an arc, and he couldn't help but laugh.
Separated by the door, Meng Jingwei in the living room was naturally unaware of Qing Muyie's predicament. She just let out a long sigh and sat down on the sofa.
She couldn't help but think of what had happened in the bathroom earlier, and her face still flushed.
...
The next day.
After Meng Jingwei and Shu Yao had breakfast in the restaurant, she said, "Shu Yao, don't go anywhere today. Just stay in the room. I have urgent matters to attend to, so I can't accompany you."
Shu Yao held her spoon, scooped up a mouthful of soy milk, took a sip, and looked up at Meng Jingwei, her eyes dull and lifeless, "Oh, I know."
"I'll have someone bring you a computer later. You can handle your company's affairs on the computer."
"Okay."
After breakfast, Meng Jingwei sent Shu Yao back to her room, and she went downstairs and drove back to Ye Se Apartment.
Before going home, Meng Jingwei called Qing Muyie. He was waiting for her at home.
So, as soon as Meng Jingwei entered the living room, Qing Muyie was leaning against the doorframe, waiting for her.
"What are you standing here for? You scared me."
Meng Jingwei was startled when she saw Qing Muyie as soon as she entered the door.
"What guilty conscience do you have to be so timid?" Qing Muyie retorted.
Meng Jingwei glanced at him sideways, "Do I need to say what you did yesterday?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Qing Muyie grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, "What happened yesterday isn't important, but what you promised me yesterday, I remember clearly."
"Promise you what?"
Meng Jingwei was completely bewildered by the sudden question.
"I asked you 'how you want to die'," he reminded her.
Meng Jingwei's pupils flickered, and then she remembered that Qing Muyie had asked her to choose a way to die yesterday. She had said she wanted to 'die of old age,' but he had said she should 'die in bed.'
"You're so shameless all day long. They even say outside that you're not close to women, it's all a lie. Could it be that your team created this personal image for you?"
Meng Jingwei smiled playfully, nestled in his arms, and looked up at him.
Looking at him up close, she noticed a slight bruise on his nose, "What happened to your nose?"
Meng Jingwei asked with a frown, and even reached out to touch it, as if thinking it was some kind of stain.
"What do you think?"
"It's not me who's injured, how would I know."
The man's eyes narrowed, and a hint of anger appeared on his deep and sculpted face, "Someone pushed me out of the room yesterday, and as I turned around, the door panel directly hit my nose..."
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Jingwei instantly understood and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha..."
Laughing wantonly, she thought of Qing Muyie's embarrassed appearance at that moment. She laughed so hard that she clutched her stomach and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really... hahaha... really didn't mean to, haha..."
She really didn't mean to laugh at Qing Muyie, but she had never seen Qing Muyie so disheveled.
Just thinking of him being hit in the face by the door, his nose crooked, and bleeding made her unable to stop laughing.
It wasn't just Meng Jingwei who thought that way; even Qing Muyie had never seen himself look so embarrassed.
She roared with laughter, and the man, who was originally slightly angry, was also amused by her.
He stepped forward, picked her up horizontally, and walked directly towards the bedroom.
"Hey, Qing Muyie, what are you... Hahaha... What are you doing?"
"What else can I do but you?"
"No, no, don't. I won't laugh at you anymore, I really won't laugh at you anymore." Meng Jingwei shook her head and raised her hand to swear to the sky, "I really won't laugh... *pfft*..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she couldn't help but let out another snort. Finally, seeing that Qing Muyie was really going to 'punish' her, she stifled her laughter, "I'm not laughing, I'm really not laughing."
Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed coquettishly, "Darling can't take it anymore, please let me off."
Qing Muyie patted her on the butt as he held her, "You say you won't laugh now? Too late."
In the end, Meng Jingwei could not escape Qing Muyie's clutches.
However, this time the man did not deliberately prolong the time, but it still took over an hour to finish.
Meng Jingwei lay on the bed, exhausted, and glared at him with her resentful eyes, "Qing Muyie, you'll never find a wife like this."
She no longer called him 'A Ye', but directly called him 'Qing Muyie'!