Qing Muye's expression darkened. This damned woman, was she a penny-pincher?
Did she charge Xiao Cheng for his birthday as well?
That day at the Night Club, she spent over a million for Xiao Cheng. How could she possibly charge him for a birthday?
Thinking this, Qing Muye felt terrible.
"No."
He said it casually.
"No? Then there's nothing to discuss."
She wouldn't prepare a birthday for him if he didn't pay. It was a pipe dream.
Suddenly, Meng Jingwei realized something else and glared at him, "You brought me all the way back from my hometown to Lancheng just for me to celebrate your birthday?"
She hit the nail on the head.
A flicker of guilt crossed Qing Muye's eyes. He parted his lips, "You promised to help me and Yun'er prepare for the wedding. You left halfway through the week. Who gave you permission?"
"But... we agreed on this before, how can you go back on your word!"
"Did I personally agree to that?"
When he asked, Meng Jingwei thought carefully and shook her head, "I don't think so."
Seeing her dazed look, Qing Muye's lips curved into a faint smile.
He walked past her into the living room, crossed his legs, and sat on the sofa, one hand resting on the armrest, the other tapping rhythmically on his knee. He looked at Meng Jingwei with interest, "Tell me, what are your ideas for the wedding venue decorations?"
Listening to Qing Muye's words, Meng Jingwei felt a surge of anger that almost made her swear.
She stomped in front of him and said angrily, "I'm not a wedding planner, why are you asking me to decorate the wedding venue?"
"It's all yours. You can discuss it with a wedding planner."
"If you have that much free time, you might as well just find..."
As she was retorting, Meng Jingwei's mind flashed with an idea. She reluctantly nodded, "Alright, since you insist on having me do it, I'll reluctantly accept. But what's your budget? You need to give me some idea, otherwise, if you don't pay after I've spent too much time, who will I cry to?"
"Get reimbursements from Song Ci for all expenses."
"Got it."
Since she could get reimbursed, everything else was much easier.
Meng Jingwei, with her little schemes brewing, was suddenly in a great mood. She said to Qing Muye, "I have some other things to take care of. For your birthday, find your fiancée."
After speaking, she turned to leave.
Seeing her depart so casually, Qing Muye's lips parted slightly, about to say something. Then he saw her stop abruptly. She turned back and said coldly, "Qing Muye, control your woman. Although she is your fiancée, and I can't match your Qing family alone, everyone has their limits."
Actually, she shouldn't have said this to Qing Muye, but Meng Jingwei was at her wit's end.
She added, "If that day truly comes, I only hope that you'll remember I saved your grandmother and won't harm my family!"
Her expression was serious, her clear, limpid eyes deep and complex, with a hint of sadness.
Qing Muye's ink-like brows furrowed slightly. The index finger tapping on his knee stopped. "What did she do to you again?"
The man's face darkened, his left hand involuntarily clenched, a surge of anger rising within him.
"Instead of asking me, you should ask your dear fiancée yourself."
Meng Jingwei left him with those words, her cool eyes narrowed, and turned to leave.
As the door slammed shut, Qing Muye sat on the sofa in silence for a long time. He then got up, went downstairs, and drove to Longxi Villa.
Meanwhile, Meng Jingwei walked by the roadside and called Xiao Cheng.
"Little Wei Wei? Your phone is finally on. I was almost ready to go find you in Zhutang Town."
On the other end, Xiao Cheng was in a good mood because Meng Jingwei had called him unexpectedly.
"Hehehe, my phone was broken and wouldn't turn on, so I sent it for repair."
"Where are you now?"
"Still in Lancheng, I haven't gone back." Meng Jingwei lied to prevent Xiao Cheng from questioning why she had returned to Lancheng immediately after going to Zhutang Town.
She couldn't explain.
"I'll come find you now."
"No, no need. I called just to let you know I'm safe. I'm meeting a friend later, we can meet tomorrow."
"Then... alright."
Hearing that Meng Jingwei was busy, Xiao Cheng didn't pry further.
After hanging up the phone, she immediately called Shu Yao, "Yaoyao, can you help me with something?"
She was accustomed to getting straight to the point.
"Don't be so polite with me. Tell me whatever you need help with."
This was the second time they had spoken since Shu Yao left the Night Apartment.
The first time was after Qing Muye and Shu Yao successfully signed their contract. Shu Yao contacted Meng Jingwei to share the good news and transfer the funds.
"Um... we were chatting before, and you mentioned you knew a friend who does wedding planning, right? How capable is she?"
"Oh, my friend used to be the planning director at Lancheng's largest wedding company. She was laid off when she got pregnant. Now she's a stay-at-home mom. What's up?"
"It's like this, I want to open a wedding planning company and I want to hire your friend with a high salary."
This was Meng Jingwei's true intention.
Since Qing Muye wanted her to do wedding planning, and all expenses could be reimbursed by Song Ci, she could immediately establish a wedding planning company and make money from Qing Muye!
...
Longxi Villa.
Qing Muye drove to the villa and parked his car outside. He rang the doorbell. A servant came out. Upon seeing Qing Muye, she immediately bowed, "Oh, Young Master Qing is here! Quickly, quickly, please come in."
The man's cold eyes scanned the servant. He said coldly, "Where is Li Yun'er?"
"Young Master Qing is here to see Miss Yun'er? Hahaha, please come in. Miss Yun'er hasn't been feeling well since she returned this morning and has been resting in her room."
As the servant spoke, she led Qing Muye towards the hall.
Entering the hall, the servant scurried inside to inform the Li couple, "Sir, Madam, Young Master Qing is here."
The couple sitting on the sofa were worried because Li Yun'er had been lying in her bedroom all day without eating or drinking. Upon hearing that Qing Muye had arrived, their eyes lit up. They immediately stood up and went to greet him.
"Oh, Muye is here. You've come to see Yun'er, haven't you?"
"Muye, you've finally arrived. Yun'er has been lying down all day today. Her father and I are worried sick."
The couple spoke one after another.
They were quite surprised by Qing Muye's sudden appearance, but on second thought, Li Yun'er's state today was very unusual. Perhaps the couple had argued.
However...
Why did his expression look so bad?
"Not feeling well?"
Qing Muye's cold eyes narrowed slightly. He raised his forehead and glanced towards the second floor. "I'll go take a look."
He wanted to see how unwell someone who dared to poison her own sister could be!
With that, he strode towards the second floor.
Li Fu'an immediately followed, but Zhao Ruolan grabbed him, "Oh, what are you doing? It's a matter between young lovers, why are you getting involved?"
"Qing Muye's expression is so grim, it's likely not that simple," Li Fu'an said uneasily.