Seeing him walk in, Shu Yao, being observant, greeted him, "Young Master Qing is back?"
"Mm."
The man was as indifferent as ever, stingy with his words, and uncommunicative.
"Jing Wei, take your time looking. I'm going to sleep now."
She returned directly to the bedroom, avoiding disturbing Meng Jing Wei and Qing Mu Ye's private time together.
Qing Mu Ye's long, jade-like fingers unbuttoned his suit jacket, casually draped his coat over the back of the sofa, and sat down on the sofa beside Meng Jing Wei. He asked in a deep voice, "Why did you agree to Grandma's request?"
Although Qing Mu Ye didn't understand why Grandma wanted Meng Jing Wei to arrange the wedding scene for him and Li Yun'er, Meng Jing Wei could have refused. Yet, to his surprise, she agreed.
Meng Jing Wei sat cross-legged, holding a bag of chips, and popped one into her mouth. She glanced at him lazily and mumbled, "Grandma asked. What reason do I have to refuse?"
She shrugged and sighed, "If it weren't for Grandma liking me, you wouldn't have rushed into the fire to save me, wouldn't have gone abroad to save me, and wouldn't have risked your life to save me in the deep mountains. No matter what, Grandma has been kind to me, and I remember it. Let alone just arranging a wedding scene for her, even if she asked me to donate a kidney, I wouldn't refuse."
It is said that debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay.
And she owed Madam Qing a 'life-saving kindness.' Meng Jing Wei had no reason to refuse.
Her words fell into Qing Mu Ye's ears, and scenes flashed through his mind, like an accelerated movie, as if reliving yesterday.
The man's narrow, sharp eyes gradually dimmed. So, in her heart, everything he had done was merely because of 'Grandma's instructions'?
It was all because Grandma liked her that she ordered him to protect her?
"I'll come to your company during my day off tomorrow to discuss the wedding details."
Meng Jing Wei seemed to have let go of everything, her emotions stable and calm.
She admitted to hating the Li family, but since she couldn't exact revenge now, she forced herself to let go of the hatred.
Meng Jing Wei owed Madam Qing too much, and she would not tamper with the wedding venue to humiliate Li Yun'er. Doing so would only make the Qing family a laughingstock in Lancheng.
Kind-hearted and grateful, she naturally wouldn't do anything despicable.
"I'll have Song Ci handle it."
Qing Mu Ye recalled when he was engaged to Li Yun'er, Meng Jing Wei suddenly appeared at the scene. Upon learning the truth, knowing that her child would be raised by Li Yun'er after birth, to prevent such a thing from happening, she disregarded the danger and took a large dose of medication, causing a miscarriage and nearly bleeding to death.
That incident must have been a huge blow to Meng Jing Wei.
The man didn't want her to suffer again.
"Heh."
Meng Jing Wei let out a light scoff, her cool eyes drifting towards Qing Mu Ye, "Afraid I'll make a move on Li Yun'er at the wedding?"
As she spoke, she shook her head, her face filled with sarcasm and disdain, "I, Meng Jing Wei, am not such a despicable person."
With that, she threw the bag of chips on the table, got up, put on her slippers, and went directly into the bedroom.
Bang—
The bedroom door was closed heavily, shutting out Qing Mu Ye's gaze.
He remained silent for a moment, then got up and went to his study to work.
Meng Jing Wei tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep. With Shu Yao now present, it was even harder to get used to it.
Around midnight, Shu Yao was already asleep. She was playing with her phone, found it boring, so she got up and went to the living room to watch television.
She browsed through various variety shows but found nothing interesting.
As it was past three in the morning, Meng Jing Wei lay on the sofa, still wide awake. Finally, she had no choice but to go to the study.
But to her surprise, when she pushed open the door, Qing Mu Ye was still sitting at the desk, handling documents.
Meng Jing Wei's body froze. She asked in surprise, "It's almost four o'clock, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Are you worried about me?"
Qing Mu Ye's thin lips curved into a faint smile, as if snow melting, gentle as water.
"Don't flatter yourself, okay? I just feel like you're hogging the computer, and I can't play my games."
Being unable to sleep late at night, playing games was the best way to relieve stress.
Qing Mu Ye looked at the time in the bottom right corner of the computer. It was nearly four o'clock, yet she didn't show any signs of sleepiness; instead, she seemed more energetic.
"I'm finished. You can have it now."
The man closed the file, got up, walked around Meng Jing Wei, and directly closed the door.
Meng Jing Wei pouted and muttered, "Why is she being so accommodating today?"
Perhaps it was because she knew she was going back to her hometown, so her attitude had softened slightly.
She didn't think much of it. She sat in the large executive chair. The genuine leather chair was not breathable, and she could almost feel the lingering warmth of the man on it.
Meng Jing Wei opened the computer, logged into her game account, and started playing.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Qing Mu Ye warmed a cup of hot milk for Meng Jing Wei. He dissolved the medicine prescribed by the doctor into the milk, stirred it until it dissolved, and then took the milk into the study.
"Get out of the way! You're eating my minions, how can I level up? Do you even know how to play? You must have had school holidays again."
Meng Jing Wei furiously typed on the keyboard, moving the mouse with one hand, her eyes glued to the computer screen.
"Here, drink some milk."
Qing Mu Ye placed the cup on the table, glanced at the game Meng Jing Wei was playing, and asked, "Do you like this game a lot?"
"It's okay. Thanks."
Meng Jing Wei was completely engrossed in the game and had no time to drink the milk.
Seeing the cup of milk getting cold, Qing Mu Ye worried that if the milk cooled down, she would discover the strong medicinal taste within.
He simply picked up the milk and held it to her lips, "Drink it."
There was a straw in the milk cup, so Meng Jing Wei only needed to lower her head to drink it. However, startled by the sudden appearance of the milk cup, she shot up from her seat.
"Qing, Qing Mu Ye, what are you doing?"
Unsolicited kindness implies ulterior motives.
This scumbag is actually bringing her milk to drink. Oh my, her entire worldview is shattered.
When did Qing Mu Ye ever treat her so well?
Overwhelmed, she took off her headphones, looked at Qing Mu Ye, then at the milk in his hand, "Did you poison the milk?"
Upon hearing this, the man's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. "Are you going to drink it or not?"
"Of course not. What if it's poisoned? Won't I not see tomorrow's sun?" Meng Jing Wei's survival instinct was at its peak.
Qing Mu Ye's mouth twitched slightly; he was so exasperated by her that he was speechless.
So, in the little woman's heart, he was such a despicable and shameless person.
Without any explanation, he took a sip of the pure milk himself, then offered the cup to her again, "Milk aids sleep. Your wound hasn't healed yet, and you need to rest early, yet you're still playing games. Your wrist doesn't seem to hurt at all."
If it were any other girl, injured like this, she would surely cry from the pain. Yet, she was sitting in front of the computer playing games with an unhealed wound.
This kind of woman was unique in the world.
"Oh, so that's why. Thank you."
Seeing that he had taken a sip and the milk was likely not poisoned, Meng Jing Wei took the milk and gulped it down in one go.
Then, she smacked her lips and frowned, "Qing Mu Ye, did you put something in the milk?"