Soon, a sound that caused faces to blush filled the room.
Faintly, someone could be heard asking, "Can you stay away from Qiao Ziqian in the future?"
"Mmm... okay."
"Too perfunctory!" The answer displeased the man. He retaliated by intensifying his movements, his speed and force going hand in hand, leaving Meng Jingwei dizzy.
After a long while, the woman, dizzy from the encounter, felt as though she were floating on clouds. Yet, at this very moment, the mischievous man abruptly stopped, driving her to the brink of madness.
"Husband, I... I was wrong..."
"Your voice is too soft, I didn't hear you."
"Husband, I promise you, I'll stay away from him... stay away from him..." Her voice was almost broken, and her soft, charming moans were a torment to Meng Jingwei, but weren't they also a torment to Qing Muye?
Only deep into the night, after a thorough and exhilarating session, did he reluctantly release her.
The next day.
Early in the morning, Qing Muye's phone rang again.
He was lying in bed, admiring the beautiful sleeping face of the woman in his arms when the ringing interrupted him.
He frowned in displeasure, picked up his phone, and as he was about to get out of bed, he saw Meng Jingwei open her eyes.
The little woman's eyes were still sleepy. She stretched lazily, wrapped her arms around his toned waist, and rubbed her head against his chest.
Her coquettish, cat-like affection melted Qing Muye's heart.
He kissed her forehead, "Sorry, I woke you up."
"No."
She was languid and didn't want to say another word.
Qing Muye glanced at the phone screen, the caller ID was Han Yu.
Knowing that Han Yu rarely called this early, he guessed there must be something important, so he answered, "Old Han?"
"Second Brother, sorry to bother you so early."
On the other end, Han Yu sheepishly touched his nose.
"What is it?"
"Well... I heard that Jingwei's crew has arrived in Lancheng. Xiao Rui is staying at my place these days, and I just got notified by the bureau that I have to go on a business trip for a few days. Could you ask Jingwei to look after Xiao Rui for me? Xiao Rui has no classes on weekends, and I just brought her to my place yesterday."
The implication was that he felt it was too inconvenient to send Cheng Xiao Rui back to school.
"She's already living at your place, so it's your parents who would be looking after her, not A Wei," Qing Muye teased.
"Stop messing around," Han Yu lowered his voice. "I genuinely see Xiao Rui as a sister, nothing more."
"She's at your place, and we can't see what you do. Besides, you're not young anymore, so if you did do something, it would be perfectly normal," Qing Muye replied.
These words left Han Yu speechless, as any explanation would only make things worse.
Finally, Han Yu said, "Seriously, I just see her as a sister."
On the other end of the phone, Han Yu stood in the first-floor bathroom, explaining to Qing Muye. He then added, "You know my mother, how could she possibly agree to her marrying into our family?"
"Do you really have no feelings for her?" Qing Muye found Han Yu's emotions unfathomable.
Han Yu replied with certainty, "Absolutely no feelings whatsoever." He then added, afraid Qing Muye wouldn't believe him, "Xiao Rui is not my type."
"Fine, handle your own affairs. A Wei is still at home, bring Xiao Rui over," Qing Muye said and hung up.
On the other side.
In the bathroom of the Han family villa, Han Yu put away his phone and turned on the faucet to wash his hands.
Outside the door, Cheng Xiao Rui's eyes were red, and a thin mist of tears clouded them.
Ever since she was beaten in her hometown and rescued by Han Yu, she had been constantly thinking about the handsome man with a buzz cut and a righteous aura.