Yujing Villa.
After getting into the taxi, Meng Jingwei put on a hat and mask to avoid her identity being discovered.
A long time later, she arrived at the entrance of Yujing Villa, paid the driver in cash, and then got out of the car.
Standing at the villa entrance, she swiped her fingerprint to open the door.
Walking across the small plaza in the yard, she saw Qing Muy野 pacing back and forth, holding a cigarette, in front of the musical fountain.
Her high heels made a sound as she walked, which reached Qing Muy野's ears.
The man suddenly looked up at her, strode towards her, and pulled her into his embrace. "I'm sorry, did I make you sad today?"
He held her tightly, casually dropped the cigarette on the ground, rested his chin on her head, and said softly, "Her name is Tang Wanxing. We've known each other for many years. To me, she is a very, very important person."
Meng Jingwei leaned into his embrace, smelling the strong scent of nicotine on him, guessing he must have smoked a lot of cigarettes.
Was he feeling restless?
"Is she an ex-girlfriend?" Meng Jingwei asked frankly.
Qing Muy野 shook his head. "No."
His tone was certain, his answer crisp and clear.
Meng Jingwei said nothing, waiting for his explanation, but the man offered no further words.
After a moment's thought, she raised her hand and gently patted his back. "I believe you. But, do you think that woman named Tang Wanxing likes you?"
"Are you jealous?"
Qing Muy野 couldn't help but chuckle. "A'wei, this is the first time I've seen her in eight years. If she really liked me, would she have waited until now to come find me?"
The man straightened up and poked her forehead with his finger. "You, stop overthinking."
Meng Jingwei pouted. "Then why were you so fierce to Ivan at Yipinju just now? You scared me. I thought you were just putting on a show."
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the tension from before vanishing.
"It wasn't a show; I was genuinely angry." Qing Muy野 placed his hands on her shoulders. "A'wei, Tang Wanxing is very important to me. You will become friends with her in the future."
"Very important?"
"Yes."
"Did you tell her about our fake divorce too?"
"No. I need to find a suitable opportunity to tell her." Qing Muy野 explained.
Meng Jingwei had countless questions brewing, but she asked one she found utterly bizarre, "Between me and Tang Wanxing, who is more important?"
The man was almost amused to death by her question.
He raised his hand and flicked her forehead. "Are you silly? You are the mother of my two children, the wife of Qing Muy野. While Tang Wanxing is important to me, she is not even half as important as you. Do you understand?"
Such a question made Meng Jingwei very satisfied, and she wisely didn't press further.
After all, she knew Qing Muy野's background was not simple, and having a few mysterious friends was not out of the question.
The displeasure she had felt at Yipinju earlier vanished instantly.
She tilted her head, moved closer to him, cupped his cheeks with her hands, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips. "You've been wronged, letting Chu Xue and the others scold you so badly. A'ye, should we tell them? Otherwise, seeing you get scolded makes me feel uneasy."
Having heard all those harsh words, Meng Jingwei felt a sense of guilt towards her friends and also felt pity for Qing Muy野, who had been verbally attacked so severely.
"Your path in the entertainment industry is still long. Our hidden marriage is good for both of us." Qing Muy野 leaned down, embraced her again, and said, "This little bit of grievance is nothing. As long as you are happy, nothing else matters. Besides you, I don't care about anyone else."