"It's hard to say, it depends on the severity of her scar constitution," Li Mei couldn't guarantee the extent of Shi Ran's recovery, only saying, "I will do my best. But her wound is too deep, it will take at least three to five months before we can perform the repair."
Afterward, Li Mei gave some more instructions before seeing Meng Jingwei and the others off.
In the car, Qing Muye was driving. He glanced at Shi Ran through the rearview mirror and asked, "Tang Si, you should also come and stay at Yu Ting Villa for a while. I have a lot of things to do, and you can keep A'wei company."
Meng Jingwei, who was beside him, understood Qing Muye's intention immediately and followed suit, "Yes. I don't have much to do right now and I'm very bored at home. If you stay with me, I won't be lonely."
They knew that Shi Ran's facial repair would take several more months. If Shi Ran lived alone in her apartment, she might not want to go out and would become sad by herself. It would be better for her to live with them.
How could the intelligent Tang Si not understand his second brother's good intentions?
He put his arm around Shi Ran's shoulder and smiled, "Second Brother's invitation is too kind to refuse. Besides, the Yin Clan helped you a lot, so consider it a vacation."
Then, he said to Shi Ran, "Ran Bao'er, come with me."
Shi Ran was in a good mood at the moment and readily agreed, "Okay, I can't go to work anyway."
Seeing that she had agreed, Qing Muye glanced at Meng Jingwei, and the couple smiled with relief.
After driving for more than an hour, they finally arrived at Yu Ting Villa.
As the car drove into the Yu Ting Villa compound, Meng Jingwei got out of the car. Standing outside, she looked at the familiar place. Even though she hadn't been back for only two months, it felt like a lifetime ago.
She tilted her head and looked at Qing Muye, who was getting out of the driver's seat. Their eyes met, and they stepped forward together, standing in front of the car. Meng Jingwei reached out her hand, and the man grasped it, their fingers intertwined.
"Do you know, during the time you were away, I was so afraid living here alone," Meng Jingwei looked at the palace-like castle and sighed deeply. "Now that you're finally back, everything feels complete."
The man pulled her into his embrace, his large hand cupping the back of her head, and he leaned down to kiss her. "You've suffered."
It was a fleeting kiss, and Qing Muye wanted to prolong it, but seeing a group of servants running towards them, he had to let go of Meng Jingwei.
"Tsk tsk, showing off your affection. As if no one else has a woman," Tang Si glared at them, pulled Shi Ran into his arms, and kissed her forehead.
Beneath her sunglasses, Shi Ran's beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons, and her heart felt as sweet as if it had been coated with honey.
At this moment, a group of servants hurried over, standing in four neat rows, and bowed in unison, "Welcome back, Master and Madam."
They had received a call from Song Ci an hour ago, saying that Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei were returning.
Although everyone didn't understand why their master, who was believed to be dead, had come back to life, they were undoubtedly happy.
The twenty to thirty servants, all dressed uniformly, spoke in loud, synchronized voices.
Qing Muye, with Meng Jingwei in his arms, stood before the servants. He slowly said, "You've worked hard during the time I was away."
"Master, we didn't work hard."
"My goodness, Master, weren't you dead? How did you come back to life?"
"What exactly happened? It's too magical."
"Is this really Mr. Qing?"
"Incredible."
...
Everyone chattered incessantly.
Qing Muye smiled faintly and raised an eyebrow, "Genuine."