A few people entered the living room and walked towards the bedroom, where Ivan and Shi Ran stood guard at the door.
Qing Muye had Han Yu take out a few more red envelopes and handed them over.
Upon seeing the denominations in the red envelopes, the two exchanged a knowing smile and dutifully opened the door. "Quick, groom, you can go in."
Inside the bedroom, Meng Jingwei sat cross-legged on the bed and couldn't help but laugh. "Are you just going to let him in so easily? Isn't that too hasty?"
Shi Ran and Ivan jiggled their red envelopes, their lips turning down in resignation. "Alas, President Qing's 'cash' capability is something we can't resist."
"Haha, yes, yes, cash capability, haha..." Ivan giggled, covering her mouth.
Qing Muye walked in holding a bouquet of flowers. "What, A Wei, you don't want to see me that much?"
He handed her the flowers.
"Did you figure that out?"
Meng Jingwei teased him playfully.
"Oh dear, kiss her, kiss her, it's not over if you don't kiss her."
"Kiss her, kiss her."
"That's right, hurry, second brother, go on."
"Kiss her, kiss her."
"Quick, quick."
...
Everyone stood together, egging them on.
Qing Muye walked over, leaned down, lifted Meng Jingwei's chin, and planted a kiss on her lips.
"Mmm... That was wonderful."
"I'm so envious."
"Tsk tsk tsk... Second brother, you're not trying hard enough, just one kiss?"
"A mouthful of dog food."
"Hahaha..."
...
Qing Muye turned and glared at Tang Si. "You talk too much."
Tang Si immediately fell silent, not daring to be presumptuous.
Next, Qing Muye changed Meng Jingwei's shoes, fixed her hair, and then, under everyone's gaze, carried her out and into the car.
Du Juan and Meng Tianhua reluctantly followed.
The car window rolled down, and Du Juan reached out to hold Meng Jingwei's hand. "Daughter, you must be sensible and virtuous over there, understand?"
Meng Tianhua, standing beside her, also chimed in, "Yes, you absolutely mustn't be as willful as you are at home."
"Mhm, mhm, I know, Mom."
Seeing her adoptive parents' eyes redden, Meng Jingwei also began to cry.
Qing Muye walked over and hugged the elders. "Dad, Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of A Wei and won't let her suffer any grievances."
"Mom believes you."
"You brat, if you dare let my daughter be wronged, I'll fight you to the death."
The elderly couple said with some unease.
Qing Muye comforted them for a while longer, then invited Old Chen Tou to get into the car.
A group of brothers and friends also got into their cars, and they all left together.
As the cars drove away, Meng Tianhua and Du Juan stood there, watching the twenty red Ferraris gradually recede into the distance, and finally couldn't help but shed tears.
From the countryside to the suburbs, they headed directly onto the highway.
...
Lancheng.
A private clubhouse.
Anthony, Qing Sihai, Han Junyan, Xiao Cheng, and others were sitting together.
Xiao Cheng held a cigarette between his fingers and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out. He said solemnly, "I have no other demands, only one! Let her complete this wedding smoothly."
As his words fell, those sitting around the table looked at each other, their expressions varied, but all remained silent.
Qing Sihai flicked the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray. "Young Master Xiao is truly devoted, still unable to forget Meng Jingwei."
His words were laced with sarcasm.
The moment he remembered how Meng Jingwei had personally ruined him, he wished he could grind Meng Jingwei into ashes.
"Mind your own business."
Xiao Cheng icily threw down a sentence, not bothering to exchange more words with Qing Sihai.