Meng Jingwei: "..."
What new move was this?
She froze for a few seconds, unable to react. Her long, curled, thick eyelashes blinked, tickling the man's face like wings, making him feel a warm current surge through his body and his breathing grow heavy.
"Are you this flirtatious now?"
Her mind rebooted and returned to normal. She blinked her clear, bright eyes and asked him seriously.
The sudden question made Qing Mu Ye pause. His stern face darkened slightly, and then a wicked smile curved his lips, "I miss you."
Seeing him like this, Meng Jingwei leaned her head back over the railing, creating distance between their faces. She then raised her slender, jade-like fingers and pushed against his face, heartlessly shoving him away. "Stop being so flirty, stand properly!"
She let out a soft scoff.
Qing Mu Ye had no choice but to straighten up, looking down at the little cat in front of him that seemed to have its tail stepped on and was now bristling. He smiled mischievously and loosened the tie around his neck.
Heaven knew how alluring his wicked, untamed, demonic appearance was, yet he himself was unaware.
Meng Jingwei was greatly stirred by his tilted head, his mischievous smile, and the way he loosened his tie. Her heart fluttered with a surge of affection.
Damn it, why did he have to be so handsome.
It was truly infuriating.
"I'm standing properly now, what are your orders, wife?" he asked.
Meng Jingwei stood ramrod straight, her arms crossed, adopting the posture of a drill instructor. She just lacked a baton.
Her gaze towards Qing Mu Ye held a hint of scrutiny. "Answer me, why did you keep the plan from me?"
"I didn't find a suitable opportunity."
"Is that an excuse?"
"No. But it's the truth."
"Classmate Qing Mu Ye, I warn you not to spout nonsense at me, or I won't forgive you." Her expression turned slightly cold, and she spoke with utmost seriousness.
Classmate Qing Mu Ye looked at her, his lips involuntarily curving upwards. "If you don't forgive me, can I not get into your bed?"
Meng Jingwei: "..." What kind of logic was this?
After thinking it over carefully and seriously, she nodded. "Of course."
"If I truly didn't want you to know, do you think Yan Ming, Old Han, and the others would tell you?" Qing Mu Ye's smile faded, and he answered her question seriously.
"Then do you know how worried I was when all the news said you were bankrupt?"
"I thought my intelligent A Wei could guess my plan."
"I..." Meng Jingwei was rendered speechless. "Of course I suspected, but..." She pouted angrily, snorted, and turned her back to him, falling silent.
From the time the news of Qing Mu Ye's company going bankrupt was widely publicized, Meng Jingwei had suspected the truth of the matter.
However, despite her suspicions, she hadn't realized the saying 'concern clouds judgment' was at play, causing her to lose her composure and rationality.
Seeing her anger, Qing Mu Ye stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind, leaning down and resting his chin on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, it was my fault this time. But it happened so suddenly, and I truly didn't find a suitable opportunity to tell you. Later, Yan Ming said you had already asked them, so I didn't mention it to you. Besides, some things are not safe to say over the phone."
The implication was that he was worried about wiretapping.
Meng Jingwei's anger gradually subsided. She rested her hands on the railing, gazing into the distance, saying nothing.
The man looked at the woman beside him, gently nuzzling his cheek against hers. "Be good, don't be angry anymore. I promise you, from now on, I'll discuss everything with you first."
"You don't have to," the woman said haughtily. "It's best if you tell me after everything is settled, otherwise, you won't find any suitable opportunities either."