"Drinking too much makes you like this. Your alcohol tolerance isn't good, so drink less next time."
Because she was staying at Qing Muye's home, Meng Jingwei's attitude towards him improved slightly.
Qing Muye nodded slightly. "Mm."
He walked towards the desk and sat down, then asked, "Did I do anything after I got drunk?"
"Do what?"
Meng Jingwei thought for a moment, recalling how he had forcibly kissed her as soon as they entered the house. She deliberately asked, "Do you not remember who helped you into the room?"
The man raised his hand to touch his nose, thinking seriously as if it were a matter of great importance, and said, "Vaguely, I remember... Yun'er."
"Oh..."
Meng Jingwei let out an "Oh," drawing out the sound, and then nodded, saying, "Then it's fine."
It seemed he had truly mistaken her for Li Yun'er at that time.
If that was the case, it meant he was still dependable and trustworthy.
Meng Jingwei decided to freeload if she could, saving a significant amount of money and ensuring a peaceful night's sleep every night. After all, in the coming days, the Li family would go to great lengths to eliminate her.
As long as she stayed alive, her adoptive parents would remain safe and sound.
She was quite certain that with her current status as Old Madam Qing's god-granddaughter, they wouldn't dare to lay a hand on her adoptive parents.
Of course, if she died, the safety of her adoptive parents would be uncertain.
It was precisely for this reason that Meng Jingwei wanted to live well, to live for the Li family to see!
She closed the study door and returned to the bedroom. After playing on her phone for a while, it was already four in the morning when she finally fell asleep.
The next day.
Meng Jingwei woke up on time at seven o'clock.
After washing up, she walked out of the bedroom and was greeted by a fragrant aroma, delicious food.
Her stomach rumbled involuntarily.
Seeing Qing Muye already seated at the dining table, she stretched and walked over. "What delicious food are you having? Why didn't you call me?"
The breakfast on the table consisted of only a sandwich and a glass of milk, one serving for each person.
Meng Jingwei was taken aback. Qing Muye, who was sitting upright, asked, "Why isn't there one for me?"
This guy was actually hogging it all.
"Kitchen."
The man said, then picked up the sandwich and began to eat elegantly.
Meng Jingwei walked into the kitchen with a hint of disbelief. She saw a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat congee, along with two eggs.
She brought the food out and sat opposite Qing Muye, asking, "Which takeout did you order from? They deliver breakfast this early?"