Qing Muye drove back home. Meng Jingwei was in the study, working late on her esports company.
After searching the bedroom and finding no one, Qing Muye went to the study to find her.
"Why are you still up so late?"
He walked over with a cup of milk and handed it to her. "I warmed up some milk for you."
"You're back?"
Seeing Qing Muye return, Meng Jingwei immediately stood up and took the warm milk he offered. "You're back so late, and you even warmed me up some milk."
She took a sip. The pure milk had a slight, fishy taste, but also a faint sweetness, warming her from the inside.
Meng Jingwei always felt very satisfied when she enjoyed his care.
"It's cold coming back so late, you should have some too." Meng Jingwei handed the milk to him, a slight smile unconsciously blooming on her lips.
The man leaned against the desk and put his arm around her waist. "Feed me."
Meng Jingwei was taken aback, then tilted her head and smiled. "That's asking a lot, you want me to feed you?" She raised an eyebrow. "Alright, I'll reluctantly do it."
Saying that, she cupped the mug with both hands and brought the milk to his lips.
Qing Muye raised his hand and flicked Meng Jingwei's smooth, fair forehead. "Silly girl, I was just teasing you. You know I don't like drinking pure milk."
"You're still in the mood to joke with me, which means you're in a good mood."
Meng Jingwei placed the milk on the table, took his hand, and asked, "Is Tang Wanxing okay? Did you find anything out?"
She was curious as to what had caused Tang Wanxing to choose to slit her wrists to commit suicide.
Suicide?
For someone who was living so vibrantly, full of schemes and calculations, and very self-serving in her dealings with others, Meng Jingwei didn't believe she would choose suicide. It was just a show for Qing Muye, nothing more.
Meng Jingwei had originally prepared herself for Qing Muye not returning tonight, but she hadn't expected him to actually come back. That's why she had been surprised when she saw him earlier.
Qing Muye held her waist and looked up at the ceiling, sighing with a sense of loss. "A wasted trip."
"What happened?"
"What else could have happened? Your husband is incredibly charming, I was confessed to again, and I rejected her. Tang Wanxing then..." Qing Muye shrugged and shook his head. "She's too stubborn."
Although his tone held a hint of helplessness, Meng Jingwei could always sense a bit of pride in his voice.
She pursed her lips and smiled. "You can't entirely blame Tang Wanxing. If you didn't sow your affections everywhere, why would you be attracting trouble from all sides?"
"Attracting trouble?"
Qing Muye withdrew his gaze, narrowed his dark eyes, and stared at Meng Jingwei, speaking each word deliberately. His sharp gaze carried a clear warning.
She immediately stopped smiling. "No, no, no, I misspoke. Of course, my husband..."
"No need to explain further!"
Qing Muye leaned down, hugged her, and carried her out of the study. "It's too late to admit your mistake now, you must be punished."
"Hey, Ah Ye, don't fool around, I... I... I haven't recovered yet." Was he so indiscriminate? Was the man crazy?
Qing Muye seemed to understand what Meng Jingwei was thinking. He lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms. "I just want to punish you by telling you to rest early. What are you thinking?"
"Ah?" Meng Jingwei blinked, her face inexplicably flushing. She gave an awkward smile. "Uh, uh... yes, yes." She continued, "I was just saying I haven't recovered yet, and I need to rest early."
Their eyes met, and Qing Muye was amused by her. He didn't argue with her. "Rest early. Tomorrow, accompany me to the capital."
Since he couldn't find out about Qiao Ziqian's situation, he would go and ask Qing Kangyu directly.