There was a hint of lazy charm about him.
“Up so early to make porridge?” Meng Jingwei walked towards him, encircling his neck with her arms, and planted a kiss on his cheek. “You’ve worked hard.”
Qing Muyie cupped the back of her head, kissed her forehead, and then pushed her away gently. “Don’t get too close, I’m covered in oil.”
“It’s just pajamas, it’s fine.” Meng Jingwei smiled and sat at the dining table.
The man sat opposite her and placed a cup of hot milk in front of her. “Winter is coming, and the weather is colder. Drink some milk to warm yourself up.”
“Okay.”
Meng Jingwei smiled contentedly and took a sip of the milk.
She was wearing light green pajamas. The soft color made her skin appear exceptionally fair, rosy with pallor, beautiful and delicate.
Even her simple ponytail gave her a clean and ethereal beauty.
Especially her exquisite features, with thick brows and large eyes, her lashes were dense and curled, giving her an overall vibrant beauty, naturally elegant without any makeup.
They had known each other for over two years, and Qing Muyie always felt he couldn’t look at Meng Jingwei enough.
“Taste it and see if you like it.”
The man clasped his hands on the table, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on Meng Jingwei. Even watching her eat was a form of enjoyment for him.
Meng Jingwei lowered her head, scooped a spoonful of congee with her spoon, blew on it, and took a bite, savoring it. She couldn’t help but praise, “It tastes good, even better than before.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Seeing her nod in satisfaction, Qing Muyie’s lips curved into a smile.
As Meng Jingwei was eating, she suddenly remembered something and looked up at him. “Your cooking is so good. If we run out of money one day, shall we open a small restaurant?”
She tilted her head, fantasizing about the future, and said with relish, “You’ll be the head chef, and I’ll help you, handle the cash register, and we can hire two waiters. Wouldn’t that be great?”
A simple, peaceful life was what Meng Jingwei loved most.
It was just a pity that their identities meant such a day was impossible.
“If you like, we can open a small restaurant now.” As long as Meng Jingwei liked it, he would do his utmost to make it happen.
“Now?” Meng Jingwei thought for a moment, then shook her head. “I was just thinking aloud. Let’s eat, let’s eat. I have to go to the film crew later.”
The reason she changed the subject so quickly was that Meng Jingwei worried that if she said any more, Qing Muyie would take her words seriously.
Perhaps by tomorrow, Qing Muyie would take her to the entrance of a restaurant and tell her it was his newly opened small restaurant.
Meng Jingwei truly couldn’t handle such a surprise.
Just like when she said she wanted to be an actress, Qing Muyie immediately announced publicly that they were divorced so she could enter the film crew and develop her career properly.
“I’ll drive you,” he said.
Meng Jingwei didn’t refuse. “Okay.”
He had a low-key Volkswagen sedan, so no one would suspect them even if he drove her to the film set.
Then, they continued to eat in silence.
After the meal, Meng Jingwei cleared the dishes and washed them, then tidied up and left the Nightfall Apartment.
On the way, Song Ci drove, and Qing Muyie and Meng Jingwei sat in the back.
Meng Jingwei had wanted to tell Qing Muyie that she had gone to the capital to investigate Qing Kangyu, but she hadn’t found an opportunity to speak.
“I heard you went to the capital?”
They truly shared a telepathic connection; just as Meng Jingwei was thinking about it, he asked.
She nodded, not hiding anything. “I went to check on Qing Kangyu.”