Yancheng, the hotel.
Qing Muye, who had driven there in the middle of the night, got out of the car and rushed to Meng Jingwei's hotel suite. He used his room card to swipe the lock, pushed the door open, and walked in.
In the living room, he casually took off the scarf and jacket around his neck, threw them on the sofa, and strode into the bedroom.
Inside the bedroom, a faint light emanated from the bathroom through the glass door.
Qing Muye assumed Meng Jingwei had forgotten to turn off the light before sleeping and didn't think much of it. He walked to the bedside and, in the darkness, looked at the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed. Just as he was about to reach out and caress her hair, he suddenly detected a faint scent on her hair that was different from Meng Jingwei's own.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and someone walked out.
Hearing the sound, Qing Muye frowned and abruptly turned his head to look at the person at the bathroom door. That person was also looking at him.
The bathroom door opened, and the light illuminated the room. While it wasn't as bright as daylight, it was enough to see the entire room clearly.
"A Wei?"
"A Ye?"
They both spoke at the same time.
Qing Muye was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked down at the woman on the bed and instinctively stood up. "Who is this?"
At his reaction, Meng Jingwei immediately understood what was happening. She couldn't help but make a 'shushing' gesture with her hand, waving him towards the living room.
She turned off the bathroom light, and they both left the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Qing Muye's expression turned slightly serious, and he looked at Meng Jingwei with a resentful gaze, remaining silent.
"Pfft~"
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but laugh. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she said, tilting her head playfully. "Don't tell me you kissed Lan Shu?"
Upon seeing Meng Jingwei, Qing Muye had instinctively asked "Who is this?" but moments later, he already knew the person's identity.
Qing Muye narrowed his eyes, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into his embrace. "Why do you seem so eager to see me kiss another woman?" He hooked his finger under her chin. "When did you develop this kink? I never knew."
"What are you talking about? You couldn't even tell Lan Shu wasn't me, and you have the nerve to say that," Meng Jingwei retorted, rolling her eyes at him.
Although she said that, Lan Shu on the bed was mostly covered by the quilt and was in a dark spot. It was understandable that he hadn't easily recognized her identity, especially in her bed.
"You're blaming me?" Qing Muye reached out and pinched her cheek, then couldn't help but chuckle. "You are my woman. Even if I can't see you, I can recognize your scent. You silly."
They looked at each other and smiled.
Qing Muye lowered his arm, hugging her waist. However, as he accidentally touched Meng Jingwei's arm, he heard her gasp in pain.
"Let me see your injury."
Sensing she was injured, Qing Muye immediately released her, lifted her left hand, and pulled up her sleeve to reveal gauze wrapped around her left arm.
Back then, in Lancheng, Qing Muye had received a call saying the Tang family had made a move against Meng Jingwei. He had immediately rushed over from Lancheng.
On the way, he had called to inquire for details. His subordinate had reported that Meng Jingwei had taken down everyone and sustained a minor hand injury, but was otherwise fine. His worried heart finally settled.
"Oh, it's nothing, just a minor injury," Meng Jingwei waved away Qing Muye's hand and shook her arm. "Look, I can move it freely. Just a small scratch."
When she returned to the hotel then, Lan Shu had helped her clean and bandage the wound, so the injury wasn't visible.
However, Qing Muye could tell the extent of Meng Jingwei's injury from the size of the bandage.
"Change your clothes, I'll take you to the hospital!"