"Qing Muye, aren't my bags being carried by your people? Where are my bags?"
She knitted her brows, looking at Qing Muye, and questioned him.
The man closed his umbrella and carefully fastened the strap. He cast a cold glance at Meng Jingwei, his thin lips parting slightly, "We are not related by blood or by acquaintance. Why should I help you carry your luggage?"
Good heavens, so he was holding a grudge.
Meng Jingwei's pretty face fell. She rolled her eyes at Qing Muye, thinking that he was upset because she had introduced him to Chen Kui earlier.
But who knew he was so petty.
"You win, we're no longer friends."
She snorted coldly and said to Chen Kui, "Wait here for me, I'm going to get my luggage. I'll be right back."
With that, she turned to get her luggage. As she passed Qing Muye, she deliberately bumped his arm hard with her elbow and "carelessly" went back.
As they descended the mountain, the mountain path was muddy, still slippery and difficult to navigate. Her speed was very slow.
What should have been a ten-minute journey took her over twenty minutes. By the time she returned another twenty minutes later, only Qing Muye remained at that spot; everyone else had disappeared.
She angrily placed the suitcase on the ground and glared at Qing Muye, demanding, "Where is Chen Kui?"
"He said you were too slow and left ahead."
Qing Muye held his umbrella in one hand and put the other in the pocket of his sportswear, stating indifferently.
"Can't you just be a decent human being!"
Meng Jingwei rolled her eyes at him, furious.
This damned man, just because of a word she said earlier, had left her luggage several kilometers away, forcing her to walk for almost an hour for nothing.
"We are not related by blood or by acquaintance. Whether I am a decent human being or not, what does it have to do with you?"
The man took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and began to smoke in silence.
Meng Jingwei walked around Qing Muye, carrying her luggage and moving forward.
The path up the mountain was rugged and difficult. Coupled with the heavy rain, the ground was muddy, making it even more challenging.
Carrying her luggage up the mountain consumed a lot of energy.
After reaching the summit, she looked up and realized that Chen Kui and the other two had already reached the mountaintop of the mountain ahead.
Their figures could be vaguely seen.
Meng Jingwei, still angry with Qing Muye, walked ahead huffily, not saying a word.
Qing Muye followed closely behind. Seeing that she was struggling, he asked, "Do you need me to help you carry it?"
"We're not related, I don't need it!"
The little woman replied furiously.
"Mmm, that makes sense."
Qing Muye responded and said nothing more, instead quietly following behind her.
Going up the mountain and then down again, although Meng Jingwei was wearing anti-slip shoes, the steep mountain path and slippery ground were too much. She stumbled several times, each time steadying herself by using the suitcase to prop herself up.
However, she didn't notice that each time she was about to slip, Qing Muye had extended his hand, intending to help her, but then silently withdrew it when she managed to regain her balance.
Exhausted and panting, Meng Jingwei stood halfway up the mountain. Looking at the steep descent, fearing she would slip again, she stood on a rock, hands on her hips, and turned back to glare at Qing Muye.
Their eyes met.
One calm and collected, the other breathless.
Meng Jingwei was truly struggling with the heavy suitcase; it was already a feat that she had managed to walk this far with it.
She was filled with anger, but ultimately, she 'surrendered her arms.'
As the saying goes, 'He who knows the times is a wise man,' and 'If a man does not look out for himself, heaven and earth will destroy him.'
Therefore, she chose to surrender.
"Qing Muye, you're my sworn brother, but why aren't you helping me along the way? Do you believe me if I go back and tell Grandma?"
You dog of a man, can't you just be decent?
Serves you right for being almost thirty and still single, I wish you a lifetime of bachelorhood!
The man raised his eyebrows, "Oh, really. Who was it just now that said we had nothing to do with each other?"
"I, I... I was just kidding, did you take it seriously? Is your heart as small as a needle's eye?" she yelled.
To her surprise, Qing Muye nodded solemnly, "Yes."
"You..."
Damn it, you dog of a man, you win.
Meng Jingwei took a deep breath, her anger slowly subsiding as she closed her eyes to calm herself.
Don't get angry, don't get angry!
"I...'m... sorry. I apologize for what I said earlier."
She stood before him, bowed ninety degrees, first bow, second bow, third...
As she made the third bow, Qing Muye grabbed her chin, "In such a hurry to pray for my death, who will carry your luggage?"
Only in front of the dead would one need to bow three times.
This dead woman, openly and secretly wishing him an early death.
Did she really think he couldn't see it?
"Hehehe, nothing of the sort, nothing of the sort. I'm just showing my sincerity with three bows."
Meng Jingwei, being 'flexible and resilient,' gave a fawning smile, her eyes not reaching her smile.
Yes, three bows to show sincerity, sincerely praying to heaven that a despicable, shameless, vulgar scumbag like Qing Muye would die sooner.
So that he wouldn't live to harm the world.
"Then what is our relationship?" the man asked.
Meng Jingwei rolled her eyes at him, "Brother, I'm sorry, it was my fault. You're my brother, my own brother, a truly good brother. Is that okay?"
"I can tolerate it and not hold it against a young lady."
Qing Muye tossed the umbrella to Meng Jingwei, walked forward, picked up her luggage, and then extended his hand to her.
Seeing this, Meng Jingwei was stunned, "What are you doing? What do you mean by this?"
She instinctively covered her pocket, "You're not going to charge me for carrying my luggage, are you?"
I beg you, be a decent person, don't be such a dog, okay.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Qing Muye took a step closer to her, grabbed her hand, picked up her luggage with one hand, and slowly descended the mountain.
Meng Jingwei felt a warmth in her palm as her small hand was tightly encased in his large one, an inexplicable sense of security washing over her.
But in a flash, Meng Jingwei came to her senses, "Hey, Qing Muye, let go, okay. I strongly suspect you're taking advantage of me."
As soon as she spoke, Qing Muye instantly let go. It happened to be a steep downhill slope, and Meng Jingwei's feet slipped, causing her to fall to the ground with a cry, "Ouch, my backside."
She fell heavily onto the ground, her buttocks and back aching from the impact.
Meng Jingwei gasped in pain and looked at the sportswear she was wearing, muttering, "What kind of garbage is this, it's not anti-slip at all."
The man, about two meters away from her, turned back and looked at her indifferently, his expressionless.
Meng Jingwei held her waist with one hand, trying to get up, but the steep slopes around her were too sharp, and there were no footholds. She feared that if she didn't get up, she would slide down like a slide again.
So, she looked at Qing Muye, "Come and help me, can you, Brother?!"
The word 'Brother' was almost gritted out between her teeth.
To her surprise, she heard Qing Muye say, "Perhaps it's best not to. I don't want to take advantage of you."
The man spoke lightly, but his words carried a certain indifferent tone of 'it's none of my business, so why bother.'
Meng Jingwei was both angry and wronged, and also felt aggrieved, but she could only suppress the anger in her heart, "Brother, I was just kidding with you. I'm your sister, you have to protect me, otherwise, I'll tell Grandma when we get back."