Meng Jingwei nodded slightly and said to Lan Shu on the other end, "Okay, send me your location. I'm heading over now."
After hanging up, Meng Jingwei held onto Qing Muyes, "She suddenly asked me to dinner. Could she have found out something?"
"From the moment she returned to Lancheng, any moment could have revealed her identity. It's just a matter of time, no need to be nervous," the man said, raising his hand to pat her elastic backside, "Hurry and wash up. Don't keep her waiting."
"Mm."
Meng Jingwei casually pulled on a nightgown and went to the bathroom to wash up.
After tidying herself up in the shortest possible time, she went downstairs and drove away.
Forty minutes later, she saw Lan Shu drinking alone at the entrance of a food stall.
Meng Jingwei walked over, sat in front of her, and smiled, "Why did you suddenly think of asking me to dinner?"
Lan Shu raised her eyes and glanced at Meng Jingwei, picking up a glass and pouring a cup of beer for Meng Jingwei, placing it in front of her. "What do you want to eat? Order it yourself."
There were two cold dishes, two dry pots, and a pile of grilled skewers on the table. Two people couldn't possibly finish them. Meng Jingwei waved her hand, "This is enough. I like everything."
Lan Shu took a sip of the beer in her glass and asked, "Are you familiar with Qing Sihui?"
Meng Jingwei, who was about to lift her beer to her lips and drink it all down, paused. She looked up at Lan Shu in surprise, "Did he look for you?"
Although Meng Jingwei didn't have an intensely strong physical reaction, her suddenly changed expression and slightly widened pupils were enough to show her surprise.
Lan Shu took it all in, her expression calm and indifferent. "He..."
"Stay away from him, as far as you can!" Meng Jingwei said, then raised her head and gulped down the beer in her glass, refilling her own glass with the beer bottle. "He's a devil."
Recalling past events, Meng Jingwei was filled with rage, wishing she could tear Qing Sihui apart.
That scumbag actually found out Lan Shu was back so quickly, and shamelessly contacted her.
Lan Shu believed her completely, taking a sip of beer. "Was I married to him?"
The direct questioning implied that Lan Shu already knew her identity.
Meng Jingwei was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and sighed, "I didn't expect you to find out your identity so quickly. But it's good that you know, it's not a bad thing." She pursed her lips, pondered for a long time, and finally said, "You weren't married, but you have a child."
"Child?"
Lan Shu became even more incredulous. "Can you tell me about my past?"
"The past is in the past. Don't bring it up again. Just remember to stay away from him." Meng Jingwei didn't want to tell Lan Shu about her past with Qing Sihui. It was a past that was not worth recalling.
It was the painful memory of a pure girl's first love.
After finally losing her memory and welcoming a new life, why should she be immersed in pain again?
Finally, Meng Jingwei added, "Remember, from now on, you are Lan Shu. You don't need to pay attention to anyone or anything else."
After she finished speaking, Lan Shu fell into a long silence.
Seeing her drinking by herself, Meng Jingwei asked, "You don't believe me?"
Lan Shu shook her head. "No."
She delicately lifted her beer glass, clinked it with Meng Jingwei's, and finished the small glass of beer in one gulp. "I was just thinking, what kind of past would it be if even you are unwilling to speak of it?"
A question suddenly formed in Lan Shu's mind. "Was my amnesia really just an accident from falling?"
A very sharp question. Since she had asked it, it meant she vaguely had an answer in her heart.