She only cared about the money Xiao Meiyan gave her; the 'supernatural ability' made her submit instantly.
"Haha, Meng Jingwei, you're truly the best."
Xiao Meiyan tilted her head and made a heart shape towards Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei was disgusted by her gesture, feeling goosebumps all over.
She put on her shoes, walked out of the bedroom, and went to the next room with a flashlight. First, she pushed the door open and walked in, then went straight to the bedroom where Qing Muye was, knocked on the door, "Qing Muye?"
Since the villagers of Dongpu Village had always had harmonious relationships, and many outsiders had also arrived, the main gate was not locked for easy access. Meng Jingwei naturally had the freedom to come and go.
With a soft call, there was no response.
Meng Jingwei waited for a moment. Just as she was about to call Qing Muye again, the bedroom door creaked open.
In the darkness, Qing Muye stood before Meng Jingwei and said coldly, "What is it?"
His tone was icy and distant.
It seemed he was still sulking about what happened during the day.
Meng Jingwei felt that Qing Muye must have been an air pump in his past life to get angry so often.
"That... um... I have something urgent to talk to you about. Can you come out with me?"
She lowered her voice and said to Qing Muye in a voice only they could hear.
The man was silent for a moment, then grunted an "En" and followed Meng Jingwei out.
Outside the courtyard, Qing Muye stopped in his tracks and looked back at Meng Jingwei, "What is it?"
Although it was the dark night, the moon was high, and its radiance cast a thin veil over the land, faintly revealing their silhouettes.
Meng Jingwei suddenly clutched her abdomen, "Oh, my stomach hurts, hiss... my stomach hurts so much."
She instinctively grabbed Qing Muye's arm, groaning softly.
Qing Muye, who had been so aloof moments ago, frowned. Seeing how uncomfortable she looked, he became worried, "What's wrong? Did you eat something bad?"
"No, it's not..."
She feigned pain, speaking with great difficulty.
"Then... what is it?"
Qing Muye was concerned.
Meng Jingwei cried out again and said, "I just..."
"Just what?"
"I just need to go to the toilet. Wait for me here."
With that, Meng Jingwei darted away.
At that moment, Qing Muye's mind was filled with Meng Jingwei's words. He thought this woman was too vulgar to say such things.
Truly...
She needed to change her bad habits.
Otherwise, how would she enter the Qing family in the future?
Enter the Qing family?
His eyebrows, as dark as ink, furrowed. A scene suddenly flashed in his mind, as if it were their wedding night, her dressed in fine robes, smiling at him.
"Damn it!"
Qing Muye raised his hand, pinched his brow, and then rubbed his temples, feeling as if he had gone mad.
She was supposed to 'enter the Qing family' merely as his grandmother's god-granddaughter in the future.
Under the moonlight, Qing Muye stood by the pond for a while, lit a cigarette, and silently smoked.
After he finished one cigarette, faint sounds could be heard.
Qing Muye turned his head to look at the dark figure. From several meters away, he couldn't see who it was.
"How is it?"
Thinking of Meng Jingwei's hurried and crude state of speech earlier, he assumed she must have had a stomach ache and asked with concern.
The woman didn't speak and walked up to stand before him.
In an instant, a gust of wind blew, caressing his face, carrying the scent of flowers and grass along with a peculiar fragrance.
Qing Muye narrowed his cold eyes, "Who are you?"
"I... it's me, Xiao Meiyan."
Xiao Meiyan, who had 'dressed up' in her room, had deliberately sprayed perfume before coming, hoping Qing Muye would be attracted by her charm and glance at her.
Heaven knew how excited she was to see her crush standing in front of her, her heart pounding, unable to calm down for a long time.
"What are you doing here? Where is Meng Jingwei?"
If he hadn't been waiting for Meng Jingwei, Qing Muye would have turned and left long ago.
"Jingwei, she... oh, she just said her stomach hurt and asked me to come and tell you to wait for her."
When Meng Jingwei returned to her room earlier, she had repeatedly instructed Xiao Meiyan to tell Qing Muye this, believing he would wait for her.
This way, she could create more alone time for Xiao Meiyan and Qing Muye.
Meng Jingwei went to great lengths to get money from Xiao Meiyan.
The premise was not to let Qing Muye see through the act, otherwise, this would be a one-time deal, a losing business.
"I understand. You can go now."
Qing Muye took another cigarette from the pack, lit it, put it to his lips, and took a puff.
Coincidentally, Xiao Meiyan walked to his left, standing beside him. At that moment, a breeze blew, carrying the faint scent of tobacco from Qing Muye's exhalation and caressing Xiao Meiyan's cheek.
As she inhaled the hint of nicotine, her inner excitement became even harder to contain.
This was perhaps the closest she had ever been to Qing Muye in years.
Just standing beside him, she could feel his overwhelmingly masculine aura, which made her heart flutter.
"Qing... Qing Muye, you really like Li Yun'er, don't you?"
Xiao Meiyan didn't want to leave, so she deliberately tried to strike up a conversation.
As soon as she spoke, it was as if her words were scattered by the wind. Qing Muye showed no reaction and did not reply.
Unwilling to give up, she mused, "Meng Jingwei looks exactly like Li Yun'er, yet you're engaged to Li Yun'er. Is it because she's the great talented woman of Lancheng?"
This was a question she really wanted to know.
Qing Muye's hand holding the cigarette paused. In the dark night, a glimmer of starlight appeared in his long, narrow phoenix eyes.
Xiao Meiyan was Xiao Cheng's sister, but she had no contact with him normally. Today, she suddenly came to ask him some strange questions.
He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling in the direction of the village chief's house. His mind replayed Meng Jingwei's words about having something to tell him, followed by her sudden claim of a stomachache.
Could it be...
Upon realizing this, a slight curve formed on the man's lips, which were neither too thin nor too thick.
"We are just engaged."
He said lightly.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Meiyan's eyes lit up, "Just engaged? Does that mean there could still be changes?"
"It's uncertain."
These four simple words, as if every character was precious, exuded an air of aloofness.
Such an arrogant and noble man was like a deity in Xiao Meiyan's heart, making her love him to the bone.
It was like the excitement and elation of successfully meeting a celebrity.
"So, it's not even certain if you'll marry Li Yun'er in the future?"
Her question made Qing Muye fall silent again.
In his opinion, his words had already provided the answer.
But Qing Muye didn't realize that his words had revealed a lot of information, even his inner thoughts.
Vaguely, he was anticipating something, yet he didn't know what he was anticipating.
"Oh, oh, I understand."