With her wedding only days away, cancelling the engagement would be a joke for the Li family.
Li Yun'er couldn't accept it, and neither could the Li family.
"I warned you not to touch her again. Did you just ignore my words?"
Qing Muye stood arrogantly, his sharp eyes holding a hint of coldness, his gaze towards Li Yun'er filled with disgust.
"Fine, I won't touch her. I swear... I swear I'll stay far away from Meng Jingwei from now on. Muye ge, I was wrong. Can you give me a chance..."
If Li Yun'er hadn't known Qing Muye's feelings for Meng Jingwei before this, she now deeply felt the man's care and profound love for Meng Jingwei.
Even Zhao Ruolan, who had repeatedly warned her to remain calm and composed in all situations, couldn't maintain her composure now.
The last time he spoke of cancelling the engagement, she was terrified. This time, she absolutely couldn't let the engagement be cancelled.
She would die in the Qing family if necessary.
She was determined to become the mistress of the Qing family!
Ring ring ring—
Just then, Qing Muye's phone suddenly rang.
The coldness on the man's handsome face instantly softened. He took out his phone and saw it was a call from Old Madam Qing.
He glanced at the disheveled woman kneeling on the ground, answered the phone, "Grandma?"
"Muye, are you free tonight? Bring Yun'er over to sit with us. I haven't seen this girl in days, Grandma misses her."
On the other end of the line, Old Madam Qing's voice was gentle. After speaking, she sighed again, conveying a sense of sadness.
Qing Muye knew she had Alzheimer's, knew she was under a lot of psychological pressure, and desperately wanted a grandchild.
The man's hand holding the phone tightened slightly, his brow furrowing, a hint of helplessness showing in his expression. "Okay."
"Good, Grandma will have the kitchen prepare something. If only Jingwei hadn't gone back to her hometown, Grandma would have wanted her to come too."
Old Madam Qing seemed to be talking to herself, or perhaps to Qing Muye.
"Mhm."
He responded and hung up the phone.
He slowly put away his phone, leaned down slightly, and gently patted Li Yun'er's face. "If there's a next time, Lancheng won't tolerate you."
With that, Qing Muye shook off Li Yun'er's hand and left directly.
As he opened the door, he saw Mr. and Mrs. Li standing at the doorway, holding a cup of tea.
"Qing, Young Master Qing?"
Li Fu'an glanced at the situation in the bedroom and gave Qing Muye an awkward smile.
Qing Muye cast a cold glance at the two of them and went downstairs, leaving directly.
The couple stood there, watching Qing Muye leave quickly, then rushed into the bedroom to see Li Yun'er sitting on the bed, staring blankly.
"Yun'er, Yun'er, what's wrong?" Zhao Ruolan walked to Li Yun'er with deep concern, taking her hand.
"He knows about Meng Jingwei?" Li Fu'an hit the nail on the head.
Li Yun'er lowered her head, her vacant eyes looking at the two of them, and said weakly, "I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while."
She lifted the duvet, lay on the bed, her back to the couple, and said nothing more.
…
On the other side, Meng Jingwei and Shu Yao met with the former wedding planning director, Lin Meng.
The three of them chatted. Meng Jingwei shared her ideas with Lin Meng, and they reached an agreement. Lin Meng would be a part-time wedding planner, only needing to provide planning proposals and not required to be in the office daily.
The conversation was pleasant, and Meng Jingwei, having gained a formidable asset, was in high spirits.
Afterwards, she ordered a birthday cake online for her father and arranged for it to be delivered to their old home in the countryside.
Then, she searched for shop transfers online and successfully found several wedding companies that were for transfer. Meng Jingwei took Shu Yao to view the situations, and in the shortest possible time, found a wedding company that was still operating, signed the transfer contract, and kept all the employees of the wedding company.
Everything was settled by six in the afternoon.
Just as Meng Jingwei was about to treat Shu Yao to a meal to express her gratitude, Qing Muye's call came.
Today, she had spent a considerable sum to acquire a wedding company, all with the intention of earning Qing Muye's money.
To her, Qing Muye was now a major benefactor, someone she couldn't afford to offend.
Meng Jingwei immediately answered the phone, fawning obsequiously, "Heh heh, ge, what's up?"
"Where are you?"
"I... I'm out."
"Grandma wants you to come back to the old house for dinner. I'll pick you up."
His tone was commanding, with no intention of discussing it with her.
A glint flashed in Meng Jingwei's eyes, and she immediately agreed, "Okay, I'll send you my location, you can come pick me up."
After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone, then said apologetically to Shu Yao, "Yao Yao, I'm really sorry, Qing Muye suddenly needs me for something urgent, so I can't treat you to dinner."
Shu Yao shrugged indifferently, "It's okay, we'll arrange another time."
"Okay, okay, of course, no problem."
"Alright then, I'll be going."
"Thank you, Yao Yao."
Meng Jingwei waved goodbye to Shu Yao. After watching her drive away, she smirked slyly, "Saved myself a meal."
Mainly, after taking over a wedding company today, she had a major outflow of cash, and Meng Jingwei felt the pinch.
After finishing her work, she called her adoptive father, Meng Tianhua, who was celebrating his birthday, to wish him a happy birthday. They chatted for a while before hanging up, and she transferred ten thousand yuan to Meng Tianhua via her phone.
She then sent a WeChat voice message: "Dad, I've transferred ten thousand yuan to you as a birthday gift."
When she called, Meng Jingwei's tone was cheerful, but in reality, she felt very guilty towards her adoptive parents.
She wanted to transfer more money to them, but she worried that if the amount was too large, they would question its origin.
Hiss—
A car suddenly stopped in front of her.
Seeing the familiar silver-gray car, Meng Jingwei opened the door and got in.
Qing Muye sat in the driver's seat, glanced at her with a faint gaze, his expression complex.
"Grandma asked us to go for dinner, why are you telling me now?"
She asked.
Unexpectedly, the man asked, "Are you busy?"
"Of course I..." Of course I'm busy.
I've been recruiting people all afternoon, just to earn money from your pocket.
But she couldn't say it!
She then added, "Not busy."
"Since you're not busy, telling you anytime won't affect your meal," the man said carelessly, starting the car and leaving.
Meng Jingwei's mouth twitched, feeling that Qing Muye was excessively overbearing.
At this moment, her phone rang again.
It was her adoptive mother, Du Juan.
When she called her adoptive father earlier, her adoptive mother was still in the kitchen cooking, so she couldn't speak to her.
After the call was connected, before Meng Jingwei could speak, Du Juan asked, "Daughter, how was Xiao Cheng's surgery?"
"Su... surgery?"
Meng Jingwei's mind went blank for a moment, then she suddenly remembered that when she left this morning, she had lied and said Xiao Cheng was having an appendectomy.
She chuckled and said, "He, oh, he's good, very good. It was just a minor surgery, quite successful."
"You tell me, you were in such a hurry to leave this morning, you wouldn't even take a hen for him. How can you be a girlfriend?"
Hearing her adoptive mother's scolding, Meng Jingwei frowned and moved the phone away.