Meng Jingwei watched everything, thought for a moment, then her smile faded, and she said to him very seriously, "Xiao Cheng, believe me, I've thought of everything you can think of."
"What do you mean?"
He was completely confused, then his eyes suddenly lit up, "Could it be that you did it on purpose?"
The little woman smiled confidently and nodded slightly.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
She took out her phone, glanced at the number, and said to Xiao Cheng, "I'm taking a call."
Meng Jingwei walked to the side, holding her phone. Qing Muye's voice came from the other end, "What, you thought you could escape by sending your parents back to the countryside?"
That day at the Western restaurant, Meng Jingwei had injured Li Yun'er, and he had carried Li Yun'er away.
The next day, upon learning that Meng Jingwei had left with her parents, Qing Muye had called her twice, but she hadn't answered. It wasn't until the third call today that she finally picked up.
If she hadn't answered, Qing Muye would have truly sent Song Ci to apprehend her.
"I'll go to the hospital to complete the discharge procedures later," she said.
"I've already paid your hospital bill. Come to the Ye Se Club within half an hour, or I'll charge you market-rate high interest."
"Qing... Dudu dudu..."
Meng Jingwei wanted to say something more, but he had already hung up.
She gritted her teeth in anger.
Putting away her phone, she turned back to Xiao Cheng and said sheepishly, "Since you're here, please take me back. I have something to deal with this afternoon. I'll treat you to lunch tomorrow."
"Alright then."
Xiao Cheng thought she was going to deal with matters related to the Li family and didn't ask further.
He drove her back to Jinxiu Apartment. After Meng Jingwei got out of the car, he repeatedly cautioned her, "I don't care what your plan is, but it's best to be careful of the Li family; they are not to be trifled with."
Meng Jingwei pursed her lips and smiled, "Thank you."
She was sincerely grateful.
In Lancheng, this city of sorrow, only Xiao Cheng's presence could bring her a sliver of warmth.
Xiao Cheng drove away. After returning home, Meng Jingwei washed up, changed her appearance, and then rode an electric scooter to the underground parking lot of the Ye Se Club.
Song Ci had been waiting for a long time. Seeing her arrive, he swiped his card for the private elevator, allowing her to reach Qing Muye's private apartment on the 38th floor.
However, the moment she entered the apartment, two sexy and alluring women walked out, their hair slightly disheveled, their appearances dishevelled.
Seeing the two beautiful women walk out crying with wronged expressions, Meng Jingwei's pupils widened, her eyes filled with disbelief.
This...
A threesome?
Tsk tsk tsk, this scoundrel was truly without any bottom line.
Having so much fun, wasn't he afraid of kidney deficiency?
Just as she hesitated whether to go in, Qing Muye's voice came from inside, "What are you standing there for?"
Meng Jingwei stepped into the living room and saw Qing Muye sitting upright on the sofa, looking solemn and possessing a gentlemanly demeanor.
Hypocritical!
"What do you need me for, Master Qing?"
She stood in front of Qing Muye, separated by a coffee table.
"Who gave you the nerve not to answer my calls?" The man's gaze was sharp, as if it were natural.
"If Master Qing is only concerned about my father's hospital bills, you needn't worry. Please give me an account number, and I'll transfer the money to you now."
"You have over two million already?"
The man crossed his legs, resting his arms on the back of the sofa, his gaze cold and distant.
"This is my private matter; it has nothing to do with Master Qing."
Meng Jingwei's expression was blank.
"Has nothing to do with me?"
The four words imprinted themselves in Qing Muye's mind. He slowly stood up and walked in front of Meng Jingwei, looking down at her face, which was darker in complexion and covered in spots. She was clearly not beautiful, yet he felt no aversion.
Especially her beautiful eyes, which seemed to hold countless stars, incredibly captivating.
The two were extremely close. His breath was filled with the faint fragrance of Meng Jingwei, involuntarily reminding him of their intimate moments, causing his blood to surge and a warmth to rise within him.
The man clearly sensed the physiological change, which made him somewhat annoyed.
That night at the hospital, he had remained composed even when Li Yun'er made advances. Afterwards, Qing Muye had become increasingly frustrated and sought out several women to test himself.
However, after trying over a dozen women, whether fiery, classic, or petite, regardless of their build, none could stir even the slightest interest in him.
For a time, Qing Muye thought something was wrong with him.
That was why he had called Meng Jingwei. Now that she stood before him, his body's reaction had confirmed everything!
The sudden revelation of the truth made Qing Muye somewhat enraged!
He reached out and pinched her cheeks, lifting her slightly, his cold eyes narrowing, "You're ugly, but your skill at seducing men is unmatched."
Qing Muye leaned closer to her, meeting her gaze, "How exactly do you serve Xiao Cheng to make him willing to spend lavishly on you? Hmm?"
Xiao Cheng was a notorious playboy in Lancheng, constantly surrounded by women and experienced with countless women. That he could still be interested in Meng Jingwei was enough to show that this damned woman's abilities were not to be underestimated.
Facing Qing Muye's humiliation, Meng Jingwei's anger surged, but she dared not provoke him too much. She merely smiled indifferently, "I think I'm probably easier to serve than Master Qing. After all, you're someone two women couldn't satisfy."
She sighed, lamenting, "Master Qing, you must cherish a delicate woman like Li Yun'er. If you're too rough, I'm afraid you might break that fragile beauty's waist... Mmm..."
Perhaps her sharp words had touched Qing Muye's limit, enraging him to silence her with a kiss, his teeth gnawing at her lips.
With just one touch, she felt a strong sweetness filling her mouth.
"Qing Muye, you... Woo woo..."
She pushed him away, and the man took a step back, only to immediately kiss her again. With a tumultuous shift, Meng Jingwei was pressed onto the sofa, their bodies overlapping, causing the sofa to sink slightly.
Their teeth clashed, once again making her lips bleed.
Meng Jingwei, furious, suddenly flipped over, and together, they tumbled onto the soft Persian carpet.
He was below, she was above.
The position was awkward, but Meng Jingwei, consumed by anger, didn't notice. Instead, she furiously cursed, "Qing Muye, don't be so shameless! If you push me too far, I'll take you with me!"
Both enraged, neither noticed that Qing Muye had actively covered her lips.
Meng Jingwei got up in a fury, took a bank card from her backpack, and slapped it onto the coffee table. She said angrily, "Here is two million four hundred thousand. The excess is for interest. I've settled my debt with you. Goodbye!"
Meng Jingwei slung her bag over her shoulder and left without looking back. The force with which she closed the door made the living room seem to shake.
Qing Muye sat on the Persian carpet, leaning lazily against the sofa, watching her retreating back. He lightly wiped his thumb across his lips, looking at the red bloodstains on his thumb, and fell into thought.
He kissed her?!
After a moment, he lit a cigarette and looked at the bank card.
He took out his phone and made a call to Song Ci, "Help me check the transaction history of this bank card."
He opened WeChat and sent a photo of the card number to Song Ci.