Meng Jingwei was stunned, never imagining that Qing Muyye had such a ridiculous idea, "You're divorcing me to fulfill my wish?"
"Don't be angry, it's not a real divorce, just a formality." Qing Muyye curved his sensual lips, neither too thick nor too thin, "If it's not publicized, how can you enter the entertainment industry? Whatever you want to do, I'll fully support it. It's just that we are in a state of fake divorce now, and when you enter the industry, you might face some grievances. You must not let yourself be wronged then."
"You... you..."
Meng Jingwei pointed at him, stammering for a long time, not knowing what to say, "Can you tell me next time you make a decision?"
"If I told you, you would definitely refuse."
What he said made sense. If he had really discussed it with Meng Jingwei, she would have rejected it 100%.
"But if you don't tell me, my parents will worry a lot."
Meng Jingwei was afraid that the explosive news would worry her adoptive parents.
A faint smile played on the man's face, "I already called your parents last night and explained the situation. They are very supportive."
"What? So you all knew, and I, the party involved, was the last to know?"
Meng Jingwei was both angry and helpless, glaring at him, "Qing Muyye, you're going too far!"
Making decisions about her marriage behind her back was truly detestable.
"Are you angry?" The man lowered his head and leaned in front of her, "If you're angry..." He held her hand, "Come on, hit me a few times to let off steam."
"Forget it, I can't be bothered with you."
Meng Jingwei snorted coldly and turned to leave.
How could she hit Qing Muyye?
For someone who considered everything for her, getting angry with him over this would make her seem immature.
However, a sour feeling welled up in her heart, she felt Qing Muyye was too good to her.
So good that she felt undeserving.
As soon as Meng Jingwei turned, Qing Muyye pulled her into his embrace. With a dizzying spin, she was scooped into his arms.
"It's already late autumn, and you're still barefoot. Aren't you afraid of catching a chill?"
Qing Muyye carried her outside, not forgetting to tease, "You don't know how to take care of yourself at all. I really don't know how you grew up."
Meng Jingwei wrapped her arms around his neck, being doted on by him like this, as if she were submerged in a jar of honey. The sweet atmosphere enveloped her, almost making her dizzy.
She was both angry and helpless, "It's all because you scared me. The moment I opened my eyes, Shen Liannuo called me, saying you divorced me and asking if she had an opportunity."
"So, my Ah Wei is feeling a sense of crisis?" Qing Muyye carried her into the bedroom, gently placed her on the bed, and sat beside her, asking, "Are you finding it harder and harder to leave me?"
"Tch~ So narcissistic."
Meng Jingwei was amused by him.
Then, she remembered something and asked, "If we're divorced, what should I say if they ask?"
Since the divorce had already been announced to the public, Meng Jingwei couldn't 'go back on her word,' or she would surely face public outcry.
Even so, there would definitely be keyboard warriors spewing venom online.
In any case, a divorce is a divorce. It might as well be as Qing Muyye wished, to try her luck in the entertainment industry. She could even establish a film and television company when the opportunity arose.
After all, the entertainment industry was quite profitable.
"I've already informed Xiao Si, Old Han, and Yan Ming. You can rest assured," Qing Muyye replied truthfully.
After speaking with Meng Jingwei's adoptive father, Meng Tianhua, last night, he had a video call with his brothers and explained the situation.