This back and forth, apart from wasting time, also cost a lot of money.
Meng Jingwei swore to heaven that this was the day she felt most unprofitable.
Full of anger, she entered the club, stood by the elevator, swiped her dedicated elevator card, and went directly to the top-floor apartment.
Entering the apartment, it was pitch black inside. With a restless mood, Meng Jingwei did not turn on the lights, kicked off her shoes, and walked barefoot, familiar with the way to the sofa and lay down.
As soon as she lay down, she realized the position of her head was a bit off.
She reached out and felt it, still warm. Meng Jingwei sat up abruptly, "Qing Muye, you're sick! Not turning on the lights when you come back, trying to scare me to death."
Thinking of Qing Muye's attitude towards her today, she felt angry.
She stood up from the sofa and walked away huffily.
At this moment, all the lights in the apartment turned on.
He turned back, looking at Meng Jingwei, who had walked to the bedroom barefoot, with a furious expression. His thin lips parted. Before he could say anything, he heard a bang, and the door was firmly closed.
Qing Muye's brow furrowed, thinking about how the little woman had thrown a tantrum earlier.
He couldn't help but question himself, was he really too much?
Qing Muye got up, walked to Meng Jingwei's bedroom, and raised his hand to knock on the door.
Knock, knock, knock—
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock—
After several knocks, there was no answer from inside.
Qing Muye couldn't wait any longer and asked, "Are you still angry?"
With a creak, the door opened. Meng Jingwei, carrying a suitcase, walked out of the room and stood in front of him, her sharp eyes glaring at him, "Good dogs don't block the way, get out of the way!"
Hearing this, Qing Muye's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye. "What did you say?"
"I said good go..."
Before she could finish the word "dog," she sensed Qing Muye's displeased expression and immediately backed down, pouting, "Move aside, don't block my way."
"Where are you going?"
Qing Muye stood in front of Meng Jingwei, unmoving.
The little woman's face was cold. She looked up, her sharp gaze fixed on him, "It's none of your business where I'm going."
Although Qing Muye was not wrong in waiving the bill at the club, Meng Jingwei was still very angry, unable to quell her rage.
Even she herself didn't understand why she had thrown such a tantrum.
"It's dangerous for a girl to go out so late."
Seeing her like an angry little bird, Qing Muye couldn't help but doubt himself. Should he have done that earlier?
Otherwise, she wouldn't be this angry.
"Whether it's dangerous or not, it doesn't concern you much."
Meng Jingwei snorted coldly, carrying her luggage, and tried to skirt around Qing Muye to leave directly.
But Qing Muye took a step to the left, directly blocking her path.
The usually proud and indifferent man looked down at her and retorted, "You eat my food, live in my place, and think a three-yuan breakfast is expensive. But you don't hesitate to spend millions when you're with Xiao Cheng, yet you're throwing a tantrum at me?"
Is this what they call 'women being unreasonable'?
"That's because I thought we..."
She raised her voice. Before she could finish the sentence, "That's because I thought we lived under the same roof and had a better relationship," she paused and snorted, "Yes, you're right. I just like to treat people differently. Is there a problem with that?"
Meng Jingwei shoved Qing Muye hard. He staggered back a step, and Meng Jingwei walked around him and left.
As she brushed past him, Qing Muye grabbed her wrist, "Do you like him that much?"
The man's aura suddenly changed, becoming chilling. Even the gaze fixed on Meng Jingwei became increasingly cold.
But Meng Jingwei appeared fearless, holding her head high, and said firmly and powerfully, "Yes."
Their eyes met, and they gazed at each other. One had a frosty look tinged with disappointment; the other had a determined look mixed with annoyance.
After a moment of eye contact, Qing Muye asked again, "If that's the case, what did you mean by having Xiao Meiyan ask me those questions in Dongpu Village that day?"
That day, Meng Jingwei had asked him out late at night to admire the moon and left with a reason about being pregnant. Afterward, Xiao Meiyan appeared and asked some inexplicable questions.
She asked him: "Do you love Li Yun'er very much? Will you marry Li Yun'er if you get engaged?"
If she really liked Xiao Cheng, what was the meaning of having Xiao Meiyan ask him these questions?
"What did Xiao Meiyan ask?"
Meng Jingwei was completely confused, not understanding what he was talking about.
"You have nothing to say about me marrying Yun'er?"
"Heh, what kind of question is that? As if anything I say would be useful."
Meng Jingwei flung Qing Muye's hand away. "You already have a child, so what's the point of asking these things? Besides, what's our relationship?"
She reached out, her fingertips digging into Qing Muye's chest. "If I spend money at your bar and don't even get a discount, what relationship can I have with you? We're just passers-by A and passers-by B. Once I leave Lancheng, we'll just be fleeting figures in each other's lives."
Meng Jingwei had thoroughly seen through Qing Muye's character.
When he could use you and have value in you, he would treat you exceptionally well.
But once you lost all your value, he would discard you like worn-out shoes.
What a pragmatic man!
"Also, you'll have to handle the wedding arrangements for you and Li Yun'er yourself. I'll tell Grandma personally tomorrow. That way, if anything unexpected happens, you won't blame me. I can't bear that responsibility."
She had originally planned to help arrange the wedding for Qing Muye and Li Yun'er out of gratitude for Madam Qing.
However, after Qing Muye's "performance" today, she wouldn't help him with this even if he paid her.
"Goodbye!"
She shot Qing Muye a glare and turned to leave directly.
After walking only a few steps, she paused and said, "No, goodbye forever."
Her entanglement with Qing Muye ended here.
The man slowly turned around, watching her leave with her luggage, and fell into silence.
Passer-by A?
A fleeting figure in life?
So, she had no feelings for him at all.
That day in Dongpu Village, Xiao Meiyan's words were all asked for herself.
Recalling carefully, after that day, Xiao Meiyan repeatedly used Meng Jingwei as an excuse to approach him, purely because Xiao Meiyan harbored improper thoughts about him!
At this moment, Qing Muye's expression was blank, his fists clenched at his sides. For the first time, he felt how ironic and ridiculous it was to be 'self-indulgent'.
Meng Jingwei left the Ye Se Apartment, took her luggage, and returned directly to the small apartment she had rented before.
Fortunately, the apartment was fully equipped. She washed up and went straight to sleep.
Lying on the bed, thinking that over a million yuan had been squandered just like that, she felt heartbroken and extremely distressed.
Finally, she posted a rental advertisement on the App, wanting to sublet the apartment she had rented, so she could recover some money and it wouldn't be a total loss.
This day, as usual, she tossed and turned in bed, finally falling asleep in the early hours of the morning.
The next day.
Meng Jingwei called Xiao Cheng early in the morning to say she wouldn't be going to Junlin Company today.
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she went to the kitchen to make breakfast and sat alone at the dining table to eat.