"I won't!"
Qiao Ziqian shook off Lan Shu's hand, snorting proudly, "I want to find Mengmeng, I want to be with Mengmeng."
As he spoke, Qiao Ziqian held his head high, chest out, and spoke with a firm voice, his eyes fixed on Meng Jingwei, as if he were about to pledge to marry Meng Jingwei.
Qing Muye's expression turned grim at a visible rate.
Lan Shu, standing in the corridor, sensed the change in Qing Muye's emotions. Fearing that Qiao Ziqian was testing the limits of his own bad luck, she kindly advised him, "Weiwei has been busy with filming lately and is a bit tired. She needs to rest well. If you really care about her, don't disturb her rest."
"Is that so? Then I..." Qiao Ziqian tilted his head in thought, his delicate face showing an innocent and harmless look.
After two seconds of contemplation, he snapped his fingers and exclaimed excitedly, "Then I'll sleep with Mengmeng! I'll tell Mengmeng stories, stories like 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'."
Lan Shu: "..."
Wow, so everything he said before was in vain.
Young Master Qiao, you're on your own.
Meng Jingwei helplessly raised her hand to her forehead, wishing she could kick Qiao Ziqian out.
He truly had no idea of the danger he was in.
"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
Qing Muye's obsidian-like eyes flashed with sharp glints. He raised a hand and loosened the collar of his shirt, his irritation evident.
Meng Jingwei had known Qing Muye for many years and knew he was a man who rarely showed his emotions. However, Qiao Ziqian's reckless behavior was too much.
Despite being in grave danger, Qiao Ziqian didn't realize it. He chuckled, "I want to..."
"Qiao Ziqian!"
Meng Jingwei called out, interrupting him.
"What is it, Mengmeng?" He still looked innocent and pure.
Although his actions were unintentional, they all inadvertently touched Qing Muye's sore spot.
The atmosphere in the corridor grew increasingly heavy. Meng Jingwei could clearly feel the temperature dropping by several degrees. She took a step forward, positioning herself in front of Qing Muye, and said to Qiao Ziqian, "I don't like being disturbed when I'm resting. If you're feeling bored..."
She pondered, her mind racing to find a way to send Qiao Ziqian away.
Suddenly, she had an idea. "There's a super castle Lego set in the children's room downstairs. I really like it. Go and build it."
"Really?" Qiao Ziqian was half-believing.
"Yes, I really like that Lego set, but I haven't had time to build it."
"Okay, then you go rest, and I'll go build the Lego set for you." Qiao Ziqian smiled foolishly and obediently turned to leave.
Seeing him go, Meng Jingwei let out a long sigh of relief, her heart finally settling.
"By the way!"
Suddenly, Qiao Ziqian, who had only walked a few steps, stopped and turned back.
Meng Jingwei clenched her hands in frustration, poised to explode.
"Sister Lan Shu, I don't know which one is the children's room. Can you take me there?" Qiao Ziqian asked, like an ignorant child, taking Lan Shu's hand, "Sister, will you accompany me?"
"Okay, okay, I'll take you."
Lan Shu led him downstairs quickly.
Their speed was as if they were being chased by hounds.
After they went downstairs, the corridor became quiet again. Meng Jingwei tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed.
Qiao Ziqian was a hot potato, easily giving people a headache, but he was also intellectually challenged, and she couldn't argue with him.
It was truly a headache.
"Do you really like that castle Lego set?" Qing Muye asked Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei gently patted his chest, "Are you as foolish as he is? The castle Lego set is made of over ten thousand pieces. It takes at least three days to build. I just wanted to find something for him to do."