After several failed attempts, Qing Muye resignedly held her.
Until she could vomit no more, he wiped her mouth, then carried her back to bed to sleep.
After placing the little woman on the bed, the man’s anger was still unquenched, and he finally slapped her bottom hard.
With a loud smack, “Hiss…”
Meng Jingwei, who was fast asleep, gasped in pain but continued to sleep without any other reaction.
He had clearly restrained his strength in that slap.
But listening to her gasp in pain, Qing Muye froze for a second and lifted her skirt.
Not seeing was fine, but upon looking, he found five distinct finger marks on her fair skin, as smooth as mutton-fat jade.
Seeing the finger marks, his heart sank. After watching for a few seconds, he finally couldn’t help but raise his hand and gently rub it for her.
Then, he covered her with a thin blanket, turned, and walked out of the bedroom.
In the living room, Qing Muye took out his phone and made a call to Song Ci, “Investigate Meng Jingwei’s background immediately. I want everything.”
“Yes, boss.”
Song Ci responded, then asked, “How should Miss Shu be arranged?”
“As you wish.”
Qing Muye didn’t want to bother with anyone other than Meng Jingwei, so he simply said ‘as you wish’ and hung up.
In the afternoon.
Meng Jingwei, who had slept for several hours, finally woke up. She propped herself up on the bed with her dizzily aching head.
Opening the bedroom door, she walked out and saw Qing Muye sitting on the sofa.
The living room had already been tidied up and was neat and orderly.
She rubbed her head, then clutched her backside, and stumbled to the side of the sofa. She looked at Qing Muye, who was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, a laptop resting on his lap, and was focused on his work.
She couldn’t help but ask, “Did I fall after drinking? Why does my butt hurt so much?”
A flicker of light flashed in the eyes of the man who was working. He nodded guiltily, “Mhm.”
“No wonder, it hurts so much.”
She walked to the opposite side of Qing Muye and sprawled casually on the sofa opposite him, squinting her eyes and quietly watching the man work.
The man was wearing a black shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing his tanned, muscular chest. His well-defined muscles were faintly visible through the thin fabric.
Especially under his fluffy short hair, his perfectly proportioned handsome features were like finely carved craftsmanship, like God’s perfect artwork, flawless and so handsome that one could fall for him.
They say a man working seriously is the most handsome.
It was indeed true.
Looking at Qing Muye at this moment, she only found him pleasing to the eye and very refreshing.
However, beneath a handsome face that defied all logic, lay an incredibly dark heart.
A black-hearted big scumbag!
“Have you seen enough?”
Suddenly, the man looked up, his narrow phoenix eyes swept over her, and he asked teasingly.
Meng Jingwei was stunned and immediately averted her gaze, “Tch, so narcissistic. Who’s looking at you? I was just looking at the wall painting behind you.”
She made an excuse.
“Rumble–”
As soon as Meng Jingwei finished speaking, her stomach irrefutably started singing the song of an empty city.
Qing Muye had just finished his last bit of work. He closed the laptop and looked at her lying on the opposite sofa, clutching her stomach with a wronged and pitiable expression. “Hungry?”
“Mhm, mhm, mhm.”
Meng Jingwei nodded vigorously, feeling too dizzy to move.
“Want to eat?”
“Mhm.”
“Beg me. If I haven’t prepared anything, I’ll consider making you porridge.”
“You wish…”
Before she could finish the word ‘beautiful’, Meng Jingwei’s stomach rumbled again.
She finally surrendered to herself, pouted, and grinned at Qing Muye, “Qing… no, Brother, can you make something to eat for your sister? Your sister is hungry…”
Ugh!
It was too disgusting.
Meng Jingwei almost gagged upon hearing her own saccharine voice.
But that was nothing; the real goal was to eat.
Having known Meng Jingwei for so long, he was accustomed to her stubbornness, but he had never seen her act so… coquettishly with him.
Coquettishly?
The man raised an eyebrow, his lips, neither too thin nor too thick, curved slightly, and he nodded in enjoyment, “What do you want to eat?”
“My stomach feels unwell, I want to drink some porridge. I also want to see Grandma Qing later. After all, it was she who asked you to come so far to save me, so I should go and thank her.”
Meng Jingwei naively believed that Qing Muye’s timely rescue during the previous fire and the current mercenary kidnapping were all due to Old Mrs. Qing’s instructions.
The smile on Qing Muye’s lips instantly vanished. He gave Meng Jingwei a cold glance and walked towards the kitchen.
He didn’t forget to say, “You are Grandma’s god-granddaughter. Saving you is only to make Grandma happy, there’s no need to go thank her, lest you worry her.”
“So, Grandma doesn’t know about my situation?”
Meng Jingwei was somewhat surprised.
The man paused, turning his head slightly, “Grandma cannot tolerate any shock.”
His meaning was to tell Meng Jingwei that precisely because Grandma had a cerebral hemorrhage and could not be stimulated, he had rushed to save her immediately after learning of her kidnapping, and he did not want Grandma to know about this matter, which would only cause her more worry.
“Oh…”
Meng Jingwei let out a realization “Oh…” and sighed, “You’re such a good grandson!”
Although these were words of praise, they fell into Qing Muye’s ears and always made him feel… like he was being scolded, yet he couldn’t find any evidence.
The man entered the kitchen and soon came out with a bowl of porridge, placing it in front of her. “Get up and eat.”
“So soon?”
Meng Jingwei was greatly surprised.
From the time he entered the kitchen to when he came out, it was only two minutes. This meant…
This porridge was prepared long ago.
“Did you make it?” Meng Jingwei found it quite unbelievable, never expecting that Qing Muye would know how to cook.
“Eat or not?”
His voice was slightly cold.
“Eat, eat, eat, I’m starving, of course I’ll eat.”
Meng Jingwei picked up the warm porridge, took a spoon, scooped a spoonful, blew on it, and took a bite.
Looking at the preserved egg and lean pork porridge, which looked good, she was surprised to find that after tasting it, the rich aroma of the porridge filled her mouth, and it was incredibly delicious.
“Which porridge shop sold this? How can it be so delicious?”
At that time, she thought Qing Muye had made it, but after tasting the preserved egg and lean pork porridge, as well as its temperature, it was clearly delivered by takeout.
Qing Muye said nothing. He walked to the bar and tossed a box of medicine in front of Meng Jingwei. “Take your medicine.”
“Medicine, what medicine? I’m not sick.”
She muttered, picking up a box of medicine, which was stomach medicine.
Meng Jingwei belatedly remembered that it was because she had drunk alcohol, and he was worried about her stomach ache.
She couldn’t help but chuckle, “It’s not necessary, I have a high tolerance for alcohol. Look, I drank three or four bottles of red wine and didn’t even throw up, so there’s no need to take medicine.”
Overconfidence.
Qing Muye’s mind flashed back to a few hours ago, to the sight of her vomiting uncontrollably, and he couldn’t help but feel the urge to strangle this woman.
But in the end, he didn’t want to waste any more words with her.