At the table where Qing Si Huai was seated, sat an uncle. Qing Mu Ye and Meng Jing Wei toasted them, their gazes finally settling on Qing Si Huai.
Holding their wine glasses, Qing Mu Ye said, "Thank you, Uncle Seven, for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend Jing Wei's and my wedding."
Despite the undercurrents between them, they had to maintain a semblance of calm on the surface.
Qing Si Huai stood up and clinked glasses with the couple, a stiff smile appearing on his handsome face. "Congratulations. I wish you an early blessed child and a harmonious union for a hundred years."
"Thank you for your good wishes, Uncle Seven."
Meng Jing Wei responded, ignoring Qing Si Huai's sinister gaze.
How could his face display a shallow smile while his eyes were so sinister and terrifying? He was a walking contradiction, making his expression intriguing.
After draining his wine, Qing Si Huai patted Qing Mu Ye's shoulder, "After the banquet disperses, you two must stay behind to 'clean up'."
The so-called 'clean up' was a warning to Qing Mu Ye, implying that if the couple left now, a fierce battle would immediately erupt.
Qing Mu Ye raised an eyebrow and smiled calmly, "Naturally. It's my and Ah Wei's wedding, so we shall be the last to leave."
"That's good then."
Qing Si Huai replied and sat down.
As he sat down, his eyes, filled with ferocity, swept across Meng Jing Wei.
Meng Jing Wei happened to catch his expression, but she merely pursed her lips and smiled, not taking it to heart.
She followed Qing Mu Ye to the next table, which was filled with Qing Mu Ye's friends. Besides his close brothers, there were also some people Meng Jing Wei had never seen before.
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After two in the afternoon, the guests gradually began to depart.
Qing Mu Ye arranged for someone to escort Madam Qing back. However, Madam Qing tightly held Meng Jing Wei's hand, her eyes crinkling with joy. "Jing Wei, my dear, you and Mu Ye are finally married. This old woman's wish is fulfilled, hahaha..."
Although Madam Qing had been a little displeased with the exorbitant betrothal gifts Qing Mu Ye had given Meng Jing Wei, she quickly realized that since Meng Jing Wei was the only daughter of the Meng family, all that money would eventually be hers.
With this thought, Madam Qing felt at ease.
"Grandma, I haven't seen you this happy in a long time."
Meng Jing Wei hugged Madam Qing, then released her. "You and Aunt Chen should head back to the old residence first. You've worked hard all day too."
"Alright, alright, alright."
Madam Qing, her face flushed with happiness, nodded repeatedly and left the hotel with the maid, Aunt Chen.
The couple walked to the entrance and watched the old madam get into the car and drive away. Only then did their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settle.
Beside them, Tang Si walked out. Usually a joker, he rarely wore a serious expression. "Won't Grandma Qing be in danger?"
"Qing Si Huai doesn't have the guts to lay a hand on her." Qing Mu Ye's gaze was fixed on the distance, his hand hanging by his side clenched tightly around Meng Jing Wei's, and he said in a deep voice.
"Why?" Tang Si asked, puzzled.
"Although the old man hasn't appeared in public for years, it doesn't mean he's dead. As long as he's still breathing, Qing Si Huai wouldn't dare to harm a single hair on her."
"But how does he dare to attack you?"
Hearing Tang Si's question, Meng Jing Wei glanced at him with disdain. "Of course, it's because Ah Ye is a stumbling block to his rise to power."
"Whoa, little firecracker, you're getting smarter and smarter."
Tang Si raised his eyebrows and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. The depths of his pupils were filled with thick worry.
Returning to the banquet hall, Old Master Chen and Daisy Tini walked towards them. Qing Mu Ye paused, turned to look at Meng Jing Wei beside him, and his handsome face curved into a smile. "You go back with Master Chen and Daisy Tini first, okay, dear~~"