In the afternoon, Meng Jingwei planned to visit Shu Yao. She had initially thought of calling Shu Yao first to inform her, but then decided on a surprise visit.
"I'll drive you," Qing Muye said as they left.
"It's not suitable for us to travel together. Let's each drive our own cars."
Qing Muye hadn't been at the company for a few days, and there were many matters that needed his attention.
"Alright. Get in the car first, I'll take you back to get yours."
Qing Muye thoughtfully opened the passenger door for Meng Jingwei. After seeing her get in, he closed the door, walked around to the driver's seat, and started the car.
The car stopped inside the apartment complex where Meng Jingwei rented her place. Meng Jingwei unbuckled her seatbelt. "I might be having dinner at Shu Yao's place tonight, so I won't be eating with you."
"Okay."
Qing Muye nodded slightly. Seeing Meng Jingwei unbuckle her seatbelt and prepare to get out and leave, his expression darkened. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace.
Meng Jingwei, caught off guard, fell backward. The man caught her, leaned down, and gently kissed her lips, then bit her lightly. As if declaring his ownership, he said, "Next time you dare to leave like that, I'll 'punish' you on the spot."
He emphasized the word 'punish' with particular weight, leaving no doubt about his meaning.
Meng Jingwei was amused by him. "So clingy, that's not like you."
Although she teased Qing Muye with her words, she felt as if she were immersed in a honey pot, melting from the sweetness.
This must be what it's like to be in love; it's truly… beautiful.
Qing Muye gently flicked Meng Jingwei's forehead with his finger. "Who told you I like a heartless woman like you..."
It seemed unlikely she would take the initiative.
"No, I don't."
Meng Jingwei beamed with joy, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him proactively.
The kiss was a light tasting, a fleeting touch.
However, it only lasted a few seconds before igniting Qing Muye's desire. He cupped the back of her head, shifting from passive to active, gently caressing and nibbling.
They slowly closed their eyes, lost in a passionate kiss, consumed by their desire.
Beep beep beep—
Suddenly, a car horn blared from behind them.
They both opened their eyes, their movements halting. They exchanged a smile.
"So annoying, my makeup is all smudged," Meng Jingwei said, patting his chest. "I'm leaving now."
Before leaving, she didn't forget to pull out a tissue and hand it to Qing Muye. "Here."
She subtly pointed to his lips with her little finger, her meaning clear.
After Meng Jingwei got out of the car and closed the door, Qing Muye glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. He saw a slight trace of her lipstick mark on his lips.
He shook his head with a wry smile and wiped it with the tissue.
After watching Meng Jingwei drive away, Qing Muye then drove off.
However, he stopped his car by the roadside near the entrance of the complex, waiting for Meng Jingwei.
A moment later, Meng Jingwei drove out. Seeing Qing Muye's car parked by the roadside, she suddenly felt how gentle and considerate he was.
She drove around him, rolled down her passenger window, and tilted her head to greet him. "I'm leaving now, see you tonight."
"Drive carefully," Qing Muye said.
Meng Jingwei looked at Qing Muye, dressed in a black shirt and tie, his dark short hair styled in a three-seven split. His exceptionally handsome face, sculpted as if by divine hands, was only visible from the nose down due to his sunglasses, revealing his sharp jawline and lips. Even so, he was breathtakingly handsome.
Especially those black sunglasses, which added a touch of cool indifference. His every expression and smile was comparable to a supermodel, exuding an aura of his own.
Good heavens, how could this man be so handsome?
She was lost in his gaze.
A car horn honked again from behind her. Meng Jingwei snapped back to reality, waved her hand, and said, "Bye-bye~"
She started her car and slowly drove away, eventually disappearing into the flow of traffic.
Qing Muye sat in his car, the doting and gentle smile on his face completely gone, replaced by a look of worried melancholy.
He held a cigarette between his fingers, leaning back against the car seat, smoking silently.
His lips parted slightly, and with each gentle puff of smoke he exhaled, some of his worries seemed to be carried away.
This was just the beginning. Qing Muye couldn't imagine the difficulties ahead, nor did he know what fate awaited Meng Jingwei.
...
Shu Yao's residence.
Meng Jingwei drove her car to the villa and parked it by the roadside. She walked to Shu Yao's house alone.
Knowing Shu Yao's villa password, she entered it directly and was met by a servant.
The servant saw her and quickly greeted her, "Oh, Miss Meng is here! I'll go inform Miss."
"No need, I just wanted to give her a surprise."
Meng Jingwei waved her hand.
Before coming to Shu Yao's house, she had subtly inquired from Ivan and confirmed that Shu Yao was home before coming over.
The servant looked back towards the living room and smiled, "Miss's boyfriend is here too. You've also come, it'll be lively at home now."
Boyfriend?
A flicker of light flashed in Meng Jingwei's eyes. As expected, Qing Sihui was indeed here.
"Yes, I've just come to join the fun. Aunt Zhao, you can go back to your work."
"Alright, alright." The servant immediately returned to her tasks.
Meng Jingwei glanced towards the living room and walked towards it.
Fortunately, she was wearing sneakers today, so her footsteps made no sound.
As she walked from the courtyard to the living room, the moment she stood at the entrance of the living room, she saw Shu Yao sitting on Qing Sihui's lap on the sofa, hugging his neck and kissing him.
Her joyful laughter was as crisp as a silver bell, and she was as happy as a child.
At this moment, Meng Jingwei's heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles; she was both angry and heartbroken.
"Ahem..."
Qing Sihui and Shu Yao hadn't noticed Meng Jingwei's presence, likely mistaking her for a servant entering, and paid no mind.
Meng Jingwei coughed softly. Both of them looked over.
When Shu Yao clearly saw Meng Jingwei standing at the doorway, she immediately got down from Qing Sihui's lap. Standing to the side, her face flushed and paled. "Wei... Weiwei, why are you here? When did you get back?"
Shu Yao was flustered and panicked, never expecting Meng Jingwei, who was far away in Country C, to suddenly return.
Meng Jingwei's hands, hanging by her sides, clenched tightly. She had to take several deep breaths to calm the anger in her heart.
"Oh, a rare guest."
She pretended to be calm, suppressing the urge to beat Qing Sihui to a pulp.
Qing Sihui also felt a sense of pressure upon seeing Meng Jingwei, but he concealed his emotions extremely well, making it difficult to detect.
Meng Jingwei walked towards them, her cold eyes fixed on Qing Sihui without blinking, her pupils filled with undisguised killing intent.
Her gaze made Shu Yao's heart skip a beat. She immediately stood in front of Qing Sihui and explained with a dry laugh to Meng Jingwei, "Weiwei, listen to me..."
"Alright, you talk. I'm listening."
Her gaze shifted to Shu Yao, she glanced at her, then turned and sat on the sofa, crossing her legs, leaning back like a boss, and quietly waited for Shu Yao's explanation.
She wanted to see how this foolish Shu Yao would try to justify herself.
"Yao Yao, are you sure little Weiwei will believe your explanation?"
Qing Sihui's remark immediately shifted the advantage to his side.
This angered Meng Jingwei, and her sharp gaze shot directly at him. She truly couldn't resist the urge to rush forward and spar with Qing Sihui.
Normally, Meng Jingwei was not an impatient person. Yet, at this moment, she wanted to cast everything aside and beat this scoundrel to death.