She walked into the kitchen, brought out the porridge, and sat at Qing Muye's table to eat.
The two ate in silence, adhering to the principle of 'do not speak while eating, do not speak while sleeping.' After breakfast, as Meng Jingwei put down her spoon, she heard Qing Muye say, "Breakfast is three hundred per meal, six hundred for two days' breakfast. The milk is a gift to you. Remember to settle everything together."
"Pfft... cough cough..."
Meng Jingwei was utterly shocked by Qing Muye's words. "Six hundred? Is your food made of gold, that it's so expensive?"
"Considering you are my sister, I've waived the running errand fee."
He said it with a straight face.
Meng Jingwei inwardly disdained him, "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? It's because I charged you for breakfast that day."
"Fair trade. If you don't want to pay, then spit it out."
Qing Muye sat upright, holding a tissue, elegantly wiping his chiseled lips. Even the simple act of wiping his mouth exuded his inherent nobility.
"Spit...?"
Damn it, she'd already eaten it, how could she spit it out?
She was fuming inside.
After glaring at Qing Muye for a good while, she immediately got up and trotted into the bedroom. In a moment, she ran out again, a piece of paper in her hand. "Here, this is the bill for the breakfast I bought you that day."
The next second, she ripped it apart with a rustle, folded it, tore it again, until it was in pieces. She placed the pile of paper scraps on the table with a "bold" declaration, "Look, I've torn up the receipt from that day. We're family, so it's too formal to calculate like this. It's not good, not good. Brother, hehehehe, look, I've already torn it up, so can you not charge me?"
The man's handsome face, as usual, was tinged with indifference. He simply said, "I'll consider it."
With that, he got up, returned to the bedroom, grabbed his things, changed his shoes at the entryway, and left directly.
Seeing his dismissive attitude, Meng Jingwei was annoyed. "So stingy, what kind of person is he, so unreasonable."
She tidied up the living room and dining room, then rode a shared bicycle to work.
She was busy at the company all day, diligently learning from the secretary.
At noon, she still dined with Xiao Cheng. After work in the evening, Meng Jingwei told Xiao Cheng, "I won't be eating with you tonight. I'm meeting a friend. I'll be at the company on time tomorrow morning at eight."
"Alright then, see you tomorrow."
Xiao Cheng readily agreed, in a good mood.
After leaving the company, Meng Jingwei bought some fruit and nutritional supplements at a nearby supermarket and took a taxi to the Qing family's old mansion.
It was during rush hour, and it took an hour to get from the city center to the Qing family's old mansion.
But as soon as she arrived and got out of the car, she saw Qing Muye's car parked nearby.
She stood there holding her things. She had intended to go see Grandma with Qing Muye since he was here, but unexpectedly, Li Yun'er also stepped out of the car with him.
Meng Jingwei's expression darkened, and she instantly lost her mood. She turned and left.
"Jingwei, what a coincidence, you're here too."
Li Yun'er got out of the car and greeted Meng Jingwei.
At this moment, Qing Muye also got out of the car. She walked up to him, linked her arm through his, and together they walked up to Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei stared coldly at Li Yun'er, as if to say: You've forgotten the pain as soon as the wound heals, and you've already forgotten the warning I gave you in the restroom that day?
Li Yun'er was both angry and resentful about what happened in the restroom that day. She complained to her parents, but in the end, they agreed that she should endure it.
Her mother had repeatedly said: "Endure for a while, and peace will reign!"
Li Yun'er was unwilling, but now Meng Jingwei was acting presumptuously, relying on the fact that Old Mrs. Qing was her godmother.
She was both angry and helpless.
Meng Jingwei, holding her things, looked back at the seemingly well-matched couple. Although they looked compatible, she found them to be extremely glaring.
She glared at Li Yun'er, then looked at Qing Muye, recalling his attitude towards her that morning.
With a proud, cold snort, she turned and left.
"Brother Muye, she... is she in a bad mood?" Li Yun'er asked softly.
Qing Muye stood tall and said indifferently, "Don't mind her."
Thus, the three arrived at the reception hall, one after another.
In the reception hall, they met Old Mrs. Qing. Meng Jingwei handed her things to a servant and went to Old Mrs. Qing, affectionately holding her hand. "Grandma, how have you been these past two days?"
"Hahaha, Grandma felt refreshed and in a great mood as soon as she heard you were coming."
Old Mrs. Qing laughed heartily and held Meng Jingwei, reluctant to let go.
"How did you get here?"
"I took a taxi," Meng Jingwei replied with a smile.
"Grandma, I came to see you."
At this moment, Qing Muye and Li Yun'er walked in.
When Old Mrs. Qing saw them enter, she didn't get up. Instead, she gestured towards the sofa. "If you're here, sit down."
Her expression turned a bit colder. Compared to her attitude towards Meng Jingwei, it was like night and day.
Saying this, Old Mrs. Qing glared at Qing Muye, her wizened, cloudy eyes filled with displeasure. "Since you came, why didn't you bring Jingwei with you, and let this girl take a taxi by herself!"
She reprimanded Qing Muye without any preamble, requiring no reason.
Meng Jingwei glanced at Qing Muye from the corner of her eye and sat there smugly, saying nothing.
On the other hand, Li Yun'er saw Qing Muye's expression darken slightly, and then she saw Meng Jingwei looking so smug. Feeling resentful, she replied, "Grandma, don't blame Brother Muye. We didn't even know Jingwei was coming."
"You are Jingwei's brother, she is your sister. Look at you, you don't have any brotherly demeanor at all! Huh?!"
The words were directed at Qing Muye, but because of Li Yun'er's relationship with Meng Jingwei, it felt like she was scolding her too.
Li Yun'er clenched her fists, unable to refute.
"Grandma, you are right to scold me."
Qing Muye responded perfunctorily and sat aside.
"Old Chen, go get the key to that pink sedan in the garage," Old Mrs. Qing said to a servant standing nearby.
"Yes, Old Madam."
The servant nodded, went to retrieve the car key, and handed it over.
Meng Jingwei chatted with Old Mrs. Qing. Soon, the servant returned with the car key and handed it to her.
Old Mrs. Qing took the car key and directly put it into Meng Jingwei's hand. "Here, Jingwei, this car is for you. It will be more convenient for you to visit this old woman like me in the future."
Although Meng Jingwei wasn't familiar with diamonds and jewelry, she had some understanding of car brands.
Looking at the three upward arrows on the car key, it was clearly a Maserati.
Cars like this, appearing at the Qing family's old mansion, were undoubtedly expensive luxury cars.
Meng Jingwei was usually thrifty and quite stingy, but that didn't mean she liked to take advantage of small favors.
"No, no, no. Grandma, I appreciate your kindness, but I really can't accept this car!"