"I knew Qing Kangyu's intentions were not pure, especially when I unexpectedly learned that he had investigated you and the child behind your back, which made me even more worried. Announcing our divorce to the public was truly meant to make Qing Kangyu abandon his thoughts and schemes regarding you."
Qing Muye sighed after speaking, his face full of worry, and looked at Meng Jingwei with a helpless smile, "I'm sorry, I'm useless."
The trip to the Hidden Clan had left Qing Muye financially strained, making many things passive.
Meng Jingwei gazed at Qing Muye with her bright eyes, then stood up after a while and sat beside him, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder, "I thought it was a big deal."
After knowing the truth, all of Meng Jingwei's anxiety and doubts vanished, and she gradually understood why Qing Muye was being ambiguous with Tang Wanxing.
The reason was to prove he had a 'new love' by his ambiguous relationship with Tang Wanxing, thereby making Qing Kangyu stop harboring ill intentions towards her.
Colloquially known as "deflecting the blame."
"If I had known it was like this back then, I would never have agreed to your public fake divorce." Meng Jingwei rested her head on his shoulder, placing one hand on the back of his hand, her fingers caressing his warm skin, and sighed, "A Ye, I'm not as fragile as you think. We've been through thick and thin together, this is nothing."
"It was my mistake."
Qing Muye placed the wine glass on the table, wrapped his long arm around her waist, and looked down at the understanding person in his arms, leaning down to kiss her cherry-like red lips, "I allow you to punish me."
The two looked at each other affectionately, their eyes full of tenderness.
Meng Jingwei's dark eyes flashed with a hint of slyness, "Then... I'll punish you by kissing me for a minute."
A hint of a smile spread across the handsome man's face, "That sounds more like a reward. However, since my wife has spoken, I must fulfill your wish."
As soon as he finished speaking, his warm lips met her soft ones, kissing passionately.
The conflict between them seemed to act as a seasoning, adding a bit of flavor to their lives, and at this moment, it was like dry wood and a spark, igniting instantly.
Thirty seconds later, Meng Jingwei regretted it.
She was completely pinned to the sofa by Qing Muye, who domineeringly destroyed her clothes and then 'forcefully took' her, possessing her fiercely.
They moved from the sofa to the floor-to-ceiling window, and finally to the bed.
By this time, two to three hours had passed.
Meng Jingwei, panting, rested her head on his arm, lazily squinting her eyes, "The person who threatens me the most is you. Qing Muye, let's just get a real divorce, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll die in bed one day."
This darn man seemed to have inexhaustible energy, capable of exhausting her completely.
The man's handsome face with sharp eyebrows curled into a mischievous smile, his beautiful dark eyes filled with ambiguity and pampering. He lightly pinched her hip with his hand, "Only tired oxen exist, never bad land."
As soon as he said this, Meng Jingwei's closed eyes suddenly shot open, "Muye, you've changed."
Qing Muye, "Hm?"
"You've become too wicked." Meng Jingwei's face was flushed with embarrassment, and perhaps also from the exhaustion of their recent passionate encounter.
"What, you don't like it?"
"……I like it."
"If you like it, let's do it again."
Meng Jingwei: "……!!" She defensively pulled the quilt tighter and warned, "Qing Muye, I warn you to stay away from me, or I'll make this fake marriage real!"
Qing Muye pulled her into his arms with his long arm, "Just teasing you."
Hearing this, Meng Jingwei finally let out a sigh of relief and leaned into his embrace, her fingers restlessly drawing circles on his firm chest muscles, "You're right, Qing Kangyu has been doing well in the capital and hasn't contacted you for years. His sudden approach must have a purpose. Since we've already announced our divorce to the public, we can only continue with it."