"A Ye, it's so good to have you."
Thousands of words coalesced into one sentence, leaving only gratitude.
Meng Jingwei didn't know how to express her emotions, but she kept everything Qing Muye did for her in her heart.
Even, she began to self-reflect.
That night, when Qing Muye accompanied Tang Wanxing in the hospital, she was a little angry and jealous. Was she too petty and didn't trust him?
"Hurry up and eat. If it's any later, you'll get scolded again when you go to the film crew." He pushed Meng Jingwei away, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her forehead.
Meng Jingwei looked up at him, "I've decided. After this drama is finished, I'll come back and work alongside you."
She wanted to do something for Qing Muye.
Only by becoming his right-hand man could she help him without reservation.
"No need."
Qing Muye refused directly.
Meng Jingwei was stunned, "Why?"
"Couples need space. If we are together every day and in the same company, we will become colleagues. We might have disagreements over certain matters."
Qing Muye held her hand and said earnestly, "I don't want any other factors to affect our relationship."
His words were not without reason.
"Alright then."
Meng Jingwei didn't press further.
The two sat down to eat. Meng Jingwei was in a good mood, eating three bowls of porridge in the morning and finishing more than half of the scrambled eggs with pickled vegetables.
After the meal, she burped from being too full, got up, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Qing Muye changed his clothes in the bedroom. After they had cleaned everything up, he accompanied Meng Jingwei to the parking lot, where Song Ci drove and took Meng Jingwei to the film city in Yancheng.
Meng Jingwei had handed over the company's matters to Lu Yanming and Han Yu yesterday, which allowed him to steal half a day of leisure.
After all, nothing was more important than his 'wife'.
On the way, Meng Jingwei was a little worried, "A Ye, it's fine for Song Ci to take me to the film crew. You don't need to go yourself."
The man leaned back in the car seat, raised his hand, and rested it on Meng Jingwei's head, letting her lean on his shoulder. "It will take some time to get there. You can lean on me and sleep."
"I'm not sleepy."
Meng Jingwei hugged Qing Muye's arm, her fingernails scraping against his, and said in a deep voice, "Once I leave, the next time we meet will probably be during the New Year."
"When you miss me, I'll appear by your side," the man replied with a smile.
Meng Jingwei smiled indifferently. Suddenly, she thought of something and looked up to ask him, "A Ye, you... you said before that you had a good relationship with Tang Wanxing. But why have I never seen you contact her before?"
"Yes. We really haven't contacted each other for a long time."
"After such a long time without contact, aren't you afraid she might suddenly appear with some ulterior motive?"
The meaning she wanted to express was very clear. Qing Muye turned his head, "You suspect Wanxing has problems?"
Just as Meng Jingwei was about to nod and tell Qing Muye about what happened in the film crew, she saw him continue, "She would never betray me."
"Why are you so sure?"
"She and I are life-or-death friends." Qing Muye sensed that Meng Jingwei's attitude was a little off. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally said, "Wanxing saved my life. Moreover, she and I have a bond forged through shared perils. Like Lao Han and Yan Ming, she would never betray me."
His tone was decisive and his words were solemn.
Meng Jingwei felt a lump in her throat. She stared at him blankly for a few moments before finally nodding, "That's good then."
Perhaps, Tang Wanxing was truly as good as Qing Muye said, and Tang Wanxing was only targeting her!