"Oh, that's good then."
Meng Jingwei let out a sigh of relief and slowly lay down, her head resting on his arm. He wrapped his arm around her waist, his fingers tracing circles on his back. "You still have a lot of work to deal with at the company, hurry back. The film crew will be departing for Lancheng to shoot in the next couple of days, and we'll be able to see each other every day then."
"The company has Song Ci, no need to worry."
To him, nothing was more important than Meng Jingwei.
At this moment, all he wanted was to hold the woman in his arms, to enjoy the leisurely morning time with her.
"Let me hold you a little longer," he said, yearning for the warmth and scent of Meng Jingwei, wishing for such tenderness to last longer.
Meng Jingwei nestled her cheek against his chest and slept for a while longer in his embrace.
Seeing the little woman in his arms fall asleep again, Qing Muye gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek to her temple and kissed her forehead.
Perhaps it was because she knew Qing Muye was there, but even being kissed didn't disturb her sleep.
Qing Muye slowly withdrew his arm, covered her with the blanket, tiptoed out of the bedroom, and closed the door.
The moment the door closed, his face, filled with tenderness, suddenly turned cold, and a chilling aura emanated from him.
He took out his phone and made a call to Wei Dongkui.
Wei Dongkui had successfully completed the mission he had assigned him on the uninhabited island and had returned to Lancheng.
The phone rang a few times before being answered. "Boss?"
"Head to Jingcheng immediately."
He commanded in a deep, serious tone.
"Understood. What is it about?" Wei Dongkui inquired.
"Find Tang Wanxing, and then..." He gave Wei Dongkui some instructions over the phone before hanging up.
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, he gazed out with cold eyes, lost in thought.
Though he had fought alongside Tang Wanxing before, that was no reason to harm Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei slept for another two hours before waking up. Qing Muye accompanied her for lunch, then drove her to the film crew before he himself drove back to Lancheng.
Meanwhile, in Jingcheng.
Shen Liannuo and Lu Yanming disembarked from the plane, and Lu Yanming contacted a familiar acquaintance to pick them up.
The driver, Xiao Wu, was a subordinate Lu Yanming had assigned to work in Jingcheng. He drove them in silence.
Lu Yanming sat in the back seat, looking at Shen Liannuo beside him, and asked, "You've been mysterious the entire way. Now, shouldn't you tell me what you're planning to do?"
From Lancheng to Jingcheng, Shen Liannuo had only said she was taking him to Jingcheng but had never revealed her purpose.
Shen Liannuo adjusted her red windbreaker, turned to look at him, and smiled brightly, "Jingwei was beaten up yesterday, so of course, I'm here to get revenge for her."
"Get revenge for her? Who could offend her..." As he spoke, Lu Yanming's voice paused, and he frowned abruptly. "You mean Tang Wanxing?"
He was slow to realize.
He had heard some whispers about what happened yesterday.
It was originally a matter between Qing Muye and his wife. Lu Yanming never expected Shen Liannuo to contact him in the middle of the night and ask him to fly to Jingcheng this morning to avenge Meng Jingwei.
"Of course."
Shen Liannuo crossed her arms and snorted proudly, "How dare she lay a hand on my girlfriend. If I don't teach her a lesson, I won't be able to swallow this."
"Doesn't she have a husband? Does she need you to step in?" Lu Yanming retorted.
Although he felt Shen Liannuo's trip was not appropriate, he was still touched by her righteous spirit of defending her best friend.
Girls like that were rare.
"What my master does is his business, and what I do is my business," she glanced at Lu Yanming. "They don't conflict."