"Married?"
The sudden question caught Qing Muye off guard.
"Yes. We already have a baby, so of course we should get married. Otherwise, how can we give the child a proper identity? Although shotgun weddings are common, it's still not ideal to say it like that."
Li Yun'er seized the opportunity to apply pressure, advancing step by step.
Meng Jingwei was her biggest obstacle to marrying into the Qing family. As long as she could safely and smoothly marry into the Qing family, Meng Jingwei's existence would no longer be a threat to her as it was now.
By then, wouldn't it be as easy as flipping her hand to get rid of a mere Meng Jingwei?
Qing Muye's finely arched brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed.
Silence stretched between them for a long time. Just as Li Yun'er thought she might not get a reply, Qing Muye spoke, "After Grandma's birthday."
Grandma's birthday?
Counting the days, it was just over a month away.
A wave of ecstasy washed over her, her joy showing unmistakably on her face as she beamed.
"Grandma's birthday is approaching, Muye Ge. Should we try on wedding dresses and take wedding photos first? Otherwise, as the baby grows, it will affect the photos."
The intelligent and astute Li Yun'er seized the moment, pushing her advantage to force Qing Muye to agree to these things as well.
Wedding photos?
The image of Meng Jingwei suddenly flashed in Qing Muye's mind, causing his gaze on the documents to become somewhat vacant.
"Boss, don't forget, you cannot have weaknesses."
"Boss, with a child, you can consolidate your position in the Qing family."
"Boss, born into a wealthy family, you are not allowed to be sentimental."
Suddenly, Qing Muye recalled Song Ci's warnings, which plunged him into deep thought.
Although he currently managed Song Yu Group, its strongest rival was his seventh uncle, Qing Sihai!
Sentimentality would indeed become a weakness.
"Alright."
After a considerable pause, Qing Muye finally responded.
Waiting for his answer, even if it was only two short minutes, felt like an eternity to Li Yun'er.
Upon hearing Qing Muye's agreement, her eyes welled up with tears, and she felt that all her previous efforts were worth it.
"In our Lan City, the best wedding photography companies are Shi Hua Wedding Photography, Ai Fei Wedding Photography, Milan Wedding..."
As Li Yun'er was introducing the wedding photography companies to Qing Muye, he raised his hand, interrupting her, "You arrange it."
"Mm... Alright. Then I'll go and check out these wedding companies first, and then discuss it with Muye Ge."
"You may. You should go back first. I still have work to do."
"Mm-hmm, Muye Ge, please continue with your work. I... I'll be going back now."
Li Yun'er was ecstatic. Standing beside Qing Muye, she gazed at his handsome profile, nervously fiddled with her hands, mustered her courage, tilted her head, and planted a kiss on his cheek before quickly exiting the office.
The moment she closed the office door, Li Yun'er hurried to the elevator. While waiting, her eyes misted with excitement, and tears welled up uncontrollably.
She had succeeded. She had finally succeeded.
She was finally going to marry Qing Muye and would soon become the young mistress of the Qing family, the most envied woman in all of Lan City!
Meanwhile, in the office, Qing Muye tightly gripped the documents, his face dark and rigid.
His lower eyelids twitched slightly, and a profound expression of disgust filled his eyes.
After a long while, he took out a few tissues to wipe his face. The spot where Li Yun'er had kissed him ignited a rage within his chest.
Li Yun'er returned home and immediately shared the good news with Li Fu'an and Zhao Ruolan.
The family was overjoyed.
Zhao Ruolan embraced Li Yun'er, "Congratulations, Yun'er. Your dream has come true. You will soon be the young mistress of the Qing family."
"Hahaha, yes, yes. From now on, I'll be Qing Muye's father-in-law. Let's see if those dogs who bossed me around can still look down on me with their dog eyes."
"Old Li, what are you talking about? With your current status, not many people dare to bully you," Zhao Ruolan teased.
"How can that not be? Look at the Xiao family, the Chen family, and those scoundrels like Old Hu. They all think they're better than us because their companies are bigger, and they don't take me seriously."
Li Fu'an complained with displeasure.
Li Yun'er couldn't stand it and immediately reminded them, "The problem now isn't you guys, but Meng Jingwei. She's back, and I'm worried she might stir up trouble these days."
Li Yun'er, who usually had others to deal with any crisis, wasn't worried about anything else except Meng Jingwei, whom she considered a troublemaker.
"You are about to marry Qing Muye. After the wedding and you successfully give birth to a child for the Qing family, your relationship with Qing Muye will be solidified. Meng Jingwei will then be nothing to fear and will not be able to affect you in the slightest. For now, you must constantly protect your reputation and try to avoid entanglement with Meng Jingwei, evading her sharp edge. Everything can be dealt with after the wedding."
Zhao Ruolan's plan was to stabilize the situation and ensure Li Yun'er married Qing Muye as soon as possible.
"Yes, yes, yes. Your mother is right."
Li Fu'an fully supported Zhao Ruolan's thoughts and plans.
The previous public announcement of Meng Jingwei's identity had successfully silenced the gossip. They had also found those whom Meng Jingwei had bribed, thereby preempting the major news, which was what Li Fu'an admired most about Zhao Ruolan.
"Mommy, is it really okay?"
Li Yun'er was unsure.
"Old Madam Qing is very fond of Meng Jingwei right now. If anything were to happen to her, the consequences would be unimaginable. Darling, remember what your mother said: haste makes waste. To marry into the Qing family in the future, you must be patient."
Zhao Ruolan pinched Li Yun'er's cheek, her expression a mixture of indulgence, helplessness, and, most importantly, worry.
"Yes, your mommy is right. Listen to your mommy."
"Fine then, I won't confront Meng Jingwei for now. But if I successfully marry Muye Ge, it will be Meng Jingwei's death!"
A hint of ferocity flickered in her eyes, a stark contrast to her beautiful features.
...
Junlin Company.
After work in the afternoon, Meng Jingwei was still engrossed in her work at the secretarial department.
Suddenly, someone walked over and tapped her desk, "So dedicated, not eating?"
Hearing the voice, Meng Jingwei looked up and saw Xiao Cheng standing before her, a playful smile on his lips. "Come on, I'll treat you to a meal."
"Not hungry, no appetite."
Meng Jingwei lowered her head expressionlessly and continued to process the documents in front of her, saying, "I'll be busy for a while longer, and then I need to go back and rest."
"No need to be busy. This stuff isn't urgent; you can handle it tomorrow!"
Xiao Cheng, in a domineering CEO manner, slammed his hand on the documents in front of Meng Jingwei and commanded.
"I'm really not hungry."
Unhappy, Meng Jingwei refused Xiao Cheng's invitation. She didn't want to eat; she just wanted to be alone and calm down.