Lan City.
Meng Jingwei, Qing Muye, and Song Ci took a plane back to Lan City that evening.
Song Jun was stationed in Country C for recuperation due to severe injuries.
Meng Jingwei's phone was unusable after being soaked in water. Upon returning to China, Qing Muye bought her a new one, and they went directly back to the Night Residence apartment.
Qing Muye owned many villas, but Meng Jingwei's favorite was still the Night Residence apartment.
Here, too many beautiful past memories with him were cherished.
Upon arriving home, Meng Jingwei took off her shoes, slipped into slippers, and lazily stretched out on the sofa, "Flying on a plane all night is so tiring."
"What are you doing lying on the sofa?"
Qing Muye walked over and, leaning down, picked up Meng Jingwei, who was as lazy as a kitten, "Go to bed and get some sleep. I'll make you some porridge."
As expected, this man only knew how to... make porridge!
Carried in his arms like a little princess, Meng Jingwei was immersed in the honey pot of love, smiling sweetly, "I don't want porridge, I want you to sleep with me, okay?"
"Sleep with you, or sleep with you?"
The man's eyelids slightly lowered, and he looked down at the lazy young girl in his arms.
Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, her delicate features, even without makeup, were even more striking with her rosy lips and white teeth, possessing a natural, ethereal beauty. She had a sleepy, charming look that stirred his heart.
Making him want to ravish her intensely.
"Mhmm hmm hmm... that depends on your performance."
Meng Jingwei extended her slender fingers, her long, rounded nails slowly tracing down his neck. The pads of her fingers caressed his Adam's apple, moving along to his collar, then tugging at his tie, making her look like a bewitching little sprite.
Entering the bedroom, Qing Muye kicked the door shut and gently placed her on the bed, his pupils narrowing. "Do you know the consequences of 'provoking' me?"
Meng Jingwei bit her lip, suppressing a giggle, and shook her head, "No."
"Then I'll let you 'know'."
His threatening words made Meng Jingwei regret her earlier boldness. She immediately burrowed into the covers, pulling them tight. "Qing Muye, I'm warning you, don't go too far... Ahhh..."
Before she could finish, the man directly threw the quilt aside, "It's too dirty. I'll take you to bathe."
"I don't want to. Who wants to bathe with you?"
"You're so lazy, I'm afraid you won't wash yourself clean."
"If I bathe with you, I won't be 'clean' anymore."
Meng Jingwei wrapped herself in the quilt again, her words laced with innuendo.
"Is that so? Then don't blame me for being impolite."
"You dare!"
"Dare or not, we'll find out."
Meng Jingwei was frantically testing the boundaries of disaster, and the result was his fierce 'punishment'.
The punishment could be better described as the passion and indulgence after a 'reunion like the first night'.
They expressed the deepest love hidden in their hearts through their bodies, immersing themselves in the river of love, lost and forgotten, without end.
Meng Jingwei savored it, cherishing it deeply.
Because she didn't know how many more such 'pleasures' she would have with Qing Muye, she was naturally very active.
The strenuous high-intensity training she endured daily, such as practicing horse stance, proved exceptionally useful at this moment.
Sensing her 'effort', Qing Muye grasped the warmth in his hands and teased, "Ah Wei is so eager?"
Teased by him, Meng Jingwei felt both shy and angry, "Shameless, not at all... mmh... no."
The faint breaths escaping her nose betrayed her.
The man smiled with satisfaction, releasing the softness in his hands and placing them on her waist. With a swift turn, their positions were swapped.
...
Pleasant times always passed so quickly.
By noon, Meng Jingwei had fallen asleep from exhaustion. When she woke again, Qing Muye was no longer by her side.
She got up, washed herself, changed her clothes, and left the bedroom.
Slipping on soft-soled slippers, she walked across the floor, making no sound.
She didn't see Qing Muye in the living room. She went to the dining room, but no one was there either.
Finally, Meng Jingwei went to the study. The study door was ajar. Before she could push it open, she heard Qing Muye's voice from inside.
"Did he look at my and Ah Wei's birth dates? What date did he set?"
"The sixth of the month after next? No, that's too far."
"Mmm, alright, then the sixteenth of next month. You immediately select a team and start preparing for the wedding. I want to give her the best wedding."
...
Meng Jingwei didn't listen to the rest, but tiptoed away from the study door.
Returning to the bedroom, she lay on the bed, feeling worried and immense pressure.
She admitted that she truly loved Qing Muye; Qing Muye loved her very much too.
But precisely because of her deep love, she didn't want to implicate Qing Muye.
The experience of life and death in Country C this time had also given Meng Jingwei a deeper understanding of her own identity.
She could only sigh, there's always someone better, a higher heaven.
In Lan City, Qing Muye could cover the sky with one hand.
But outside Lan City, Qing Muye's power became instantly weak and vulnerable.
If this continued, it was highly possible that she would survive by stepping on Qing Muye's bloody corpse, or perhaps meet her own death.
Qing Sihai had malicious intentions and treated the Old Mrs. Qing unkindly. If Qing Muye were not present, the future of the Qing family would be precarious, and so would Old Mrs. Qing.
Meng Jingwei knew that Qing Muye had risked his life to save her multiple times, and she owed him too many favors.
This debt was unpayable.
Meng Jingwei was grateful, moved, but dared not accept any further.
She lay on her side on the bed, considering everything...
Just then, Qing Muye pushed open the door and walked in, "Silly girl, it's time to get up."
The moment she heard the door open, Meng Jingwei immediately closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
The man walked over and reached out to touch her impossibly smooth cheek, "Still haven't slept enough?"
"Mmm?"
Meng Jingwei deliberately opened her eyes with a yawn, "Ugh... it's all your fault. You tossed and turned me so much, I'm exhausted and don't have the strength to get up. I just got up, took a shower, changed my clothes, and was still so sleepy that I lay back down."
"Lazy girl..."
He tapped her nose, "I'll carry you to the living room. I found a new movie for you. We can watch it while we eat."
"Movie? Tsk tsk tsk... Could it be an 'adult' film?"
Meng Jingwei smacked her lips and smiled with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Qing Muye reached out and poked her forehead, "What are you always thinking about? Do you think everyone has the same taste as you?"
"I..."
Just as she was about to retort, she belatedly remembered that she had accidentally clicked on a website link in the study a while ago and watched a video, which he had caught her in the act of doing.
"I was just curious."
"So curious you were almost drooling? Is that just curiosity?"
"Nonsense, that's not true at all."
"Not true?"
Meng Jingwei shook her head like a rattle drum, emphatically stating, "Not true."
"It happened just a few hours ago, and you've already forgotten? It seems I need to help you refresh your memory."
What Qing Muye said made Meng Jingwei feel utterly ashamed.
Her fair cheeks instantly turned as red as ripe peaches, "I was just... just..."
"Just what?"
Qing Muye asked, leaving Meng Jingwei speechless. He then added, "'Unable to help yourself'?"
These four words were used perfectly.