She had heard them calling her name from below earlier, but being tired and disheartened, she had not wanted to speak.
Immersed in the shadow of Qing Muyue’s ‘death’, she was unable to calm herself.
“Go down, I want to be alone for a while.”
Lost in grief, Meng Jingwei did not want to be disturbed and just wanted to be alone for a while.
The obvious sobs and trembling in her voice made Qing Muyue’s heart ache.
Standing by her side, his fingers hanging by his sides trembled slightly. His lips, neither too thin nor too thick, parted slightly, “Awei.”
He called out her name.
Just the calling of her name carried unspeakable tenderness and deep longing.
Meng Jingwei’s body stiffened. She froze for a second, afraid it was her imagination.
Then she abruptly turned her head, looking at the person standing beside her.
The night was too dark.
Inside the crane’s cabin, she couldn’t see the person in front of her clearly. “Is that you?” she asked.
Her question was tentative.
If it were just an illusion, or a dream, she didn’t want to be awakened.
Qing Muyue felt Meng Jingwei’s nervousness. He took two steps forward, directly pulling Meng Jingwei, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, into his embrace. “Silly girl, if not me, then who else? How could you be so foolish.”
Held in his arms, she felt his cold, damp body. Meng Jingwei leaned against him, “Really… is it really you?”
She had clearly seen the explosion at the front of the crane just now. How was he still alive?
Meng Jingwei couldn’t believe it. She slightly raised her hand and pinched him.
The real touch, the firm abdominal muscles, were all so real.
In the darkness, she blinked her eyes, and tears poured out like a broken dam.
Her choked sobs were more heart-wrenching than her silent weeping from before.
She suddenly stood up, directly hugging Qing Muyue’s neck, holding him tightly. “Wuwu… you scared me to death, do you know how worried I was about you, wuwu…”
“I thought you were dead.”
“If you really died because of me, have you ever thought about how painful my life would be?”
As she cried, she pushed Qing Muyue away and beat his chest fiercely, venting the emotions in her heart. “Why do you keep everything from me?”
Meng Jingwei cried like a heartbroken person.
She couldn’t remember how many years it had been since she last cried so unrestrainedly.
Perhaps no one could understand Meng Jingwei’s pain and despair at that moment.
Qing Muyue came to Country C for her. If he were to die, it would also be because of her. Meng Jingwei couldn’t imagine how she would endure the remaining decades of her life in pain and self-reproach.
The mental torment would make every day an ordeal, worse than death.
She had even considered eliminating Xiao Cheng for revenge and then taking her own life.
Such extreme thoughts flashed through her mind, and then he appeared.
He appeared beside her as if he had descended from the heavens, still calling her ‘silly girl’ and ‘Awei’ with the same gentleness.
The dramatic changes had tormented Meng Jingwei terribly.
“I’m sorry.”
Qing Muyue stood there, letting Meng Jingwei’s rapid punches fall.
But their force was like a kitten’s scratch.
“What’s the use of an apology?!”
She shouted.
The man’s lips pressed into a straight line. In the darkness, he couldn’t see Meng Jingwei’s facial expression, and could only judge her emotions and expressions from her choked, trembling voice.
Her heart shattered at that moment.
It ached to the point of fragmentation.
“I promise, from now on…” the man paused, then said, “I will discuss everything with you.”
If there had been even a sliver of light, Meng Jingwei would likely have seen Qing Muyue’s reddened eyes and the tenderness filling his handsome face.
But the cabin was dim and dark. Meng Jingwei only vaguely felt Qing Muyue swallow.
The next moment, the man clasped her hand and pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly. He was afraid that if his grip loosened even slightly, Meng Jingwei would slip away.
Leaning in his arms, Meng Jingwei closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his waist, her heart still pounding with residual fear.
They stood like that for a long time, a tacit silence between them.
For her, this moment was the unprecedented peace.
Rumble…
Suddenly, Meng Jingwei’s stomach growled, breaking the pleasant atmosphere.
Qing Muyue’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Hungry? Let’s go, I’ll take you to eat.”
“I want to know, how did you escape?” She hugged him, unwilling to let go.
“If I can’t even handle something like this, would I still be alive today?”
In other words, having commanded the business world for years, he had made countless enemies, and being retaliated against by rivals was a common occurrence.
If he couldn’t handle even minor issues, how could he hold his current position?
“Then you…” Meng Jingwei wanted to ask more questions, but she had already learned the general situation from Old Shen Tou, so there was no need to ask further.
It would be better to discuss other things properly back home.
“Forget it, I’m hungry. Take me to eat first.”
“Mm.”
When they descended from the crane, Song Ci had already arranged for a yacht to wait for them below.
After picking them up, they smoothly disembarked and drove back to another villa.
Daisy Tinny saw that Meng Jingwei was safe and sound and withdrew her people, returning.
This villa belonged to Qing Muyue. Although it was uninhabited for many years, there were always servants taking care of it.
Qing Muyue held Meng Jingwei’s hand as they went upstairs to the master bedroom on the second floor and closed the door.
Seeing that Meng Jingwei was drenched, he dotingly touched her head, “Hurry and wash up, be careful not to catch a cold.”
“Mm… Achoo…”
Meng Jingwei sneezed and shrank her head, immediately heading into the bathroom for a hot shower.
She showered quickly, seemingly eager to sit beside Qing Muyue, chat with him, and then carefully examine him.
There were so many questions she wanted to ask.
But after showering, she belatedly realized…
She had no clothes to wear!
There were only two bath towels placed nearby.
Meng Jingwei pouted helplessly, wrapped herself in a towel, and shuffling in slippers, walked out of the bathroom. She said to Qing Muyue, who was standing on the bedroom balcony, “I don’t have any clo… Why did you finish washing so quickly?”
As soon as she came out, Qing Muyue walked in and closed the sliding door to the balcony.
As he got closer, Meng Jingwei noticed that Qing Muyue was wearing a black casual outfit. His wet hair had been dried, styled in a fluffy three-seven split, instantly restoring his former handsome and dashing appearance.
“I washed in the next room.”
Qing Muyue smiled warmly. Seeing the bruises on her face, he reached out and cupped her cheek, his thumb gently stroking it, “It hurts a lot, doesn’t it?”
“It’s nothing.”
Meng Jingwei shook her head.
She really wanted to say: It hurts.
But no matter how much it hurt, it couldn’t compare to the pain she felt upon hearing of your ‘death’.
That kind of pain was deep in her bones, spreading to every limb, as agonizing as being gnawed by ten thousand ants.
“Here, I’ll help you blow dry your hair.”
Qing Muyue held Meng Jingwei’s hand, leading her to sit at the vanity. He then took a hairdryer from the drawer and began to dry Meng Jingwei’s hair.
At the vanity, Meng Jingwei sat quietly, her eyes fixed on Qing Muyue in the mirror, never looking away.