"Do you know what I, Qing Muye, hate the most?" The man's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting as he spoke.
"Cough cough cough..."
Meng Jingwei's throat hurt from being choked. She could not speak except to cough.
"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant you your wish."
With that, Qing Muye grabbed her arm and, like a little chicken, lifted her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed.
"Hey, you... what do you want to do?"
Meng Jingwei was startled. She was indeed a little afraid of Qing Muye.
The man untied his tie with one hand and pressed a button on the remote control with the other. The curtains in the bedroom closed, plunging it into darkness.
In the darkness, a ripping sound was heard, and Meng Jingwei's clothes were destroyed by Qing Muye.
"Bastard, let go of me!"
As a ninth-dan black belt in Taekwondo, she resisted Qing Muye. However, facing him now, she was no match for him.
"You dare to drug me, and now you're playing hard to get..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I just came to... ask for money."
Meng Jingwei struggled, but when her delicate fingers touched Qing Muye's skin, she found he was burning hot.
Drugged?
She realized what was happening a moment too late, but by then it was too late to get up and run.
Restrained by the man, and finding her crying to be annoying, he directly stuffed a tie into her mouth. "Too noisy."
That night, the man took her by force like a madman. In the end, he exhausted Meng Jingwei to the point where she fainted several times, only to wake up crying.
Damn it.
Was Qing Muye's stamina too good, or was this damned drug too potent?
Meng Jingwei cursed Qing Muye's ancestors eighteen generations back in her heart.
...
The next day.
Meng Jingwei slept until noon.
Lying in bed, she moved her body and found herself aching all over, as if she had been severely beaten. Her body was sticky, which made her want to break down.
Meng Jingwei sat up and surveyed the bedroom. Qing Muye was nowhere to be seen, but a set of clean clothes was neatly placed on the bedside table.
She got up and quickly showered in the bathroom. Without taking off her makeup, she walked out of the bedroom, intending to confront Qing Muye.
As she walked out of the bedroom, she found a stranger sitting on the living room sofa.
"My name is Song Ci. I'm Young Master Qing's special assistant."
Before Meng Jingwei could speak, Song Ci introduced himself.
"Where is that scoundrel Qing Muye? He slept with me and then left without taking responsibility, didn't he?"
Meng Jingwei, filled with anger, cursed.
Scoundrel?
Song Ci was dumbfounded.
Ignorance is bliss.
He didn't argue with her and pointed to a box of medicine on the table. "Boss's orders. Either you take this contraceptive pill and get out of Lancheng, or you die! Miss Meng, choose for yourself."
He already knew her name, implying he had investigated her.
Meng Jingwei's heart skipped a beat. Feeling Qing Muye's ruthless and heartless nature, she couldn't help but tremble.
Her arrogant demeanor instantly vanished.
She pursed her lips. "Um... I... I want to see Qing Muye. I'm his savior, how can he repay kindness with enmity?"
Upon hearing this, Song Ci sneered. "I'm tired of hearing such clumsy lies. Do you think Boss will believe you?"
"What I'm saying is true. That day..."
"Miss Meng!"
Song Ci's patience ran out. "Don't blame me for being impolite if you refuse a toast and insist on a penalty."
Ding—
At this moment, the elevator door opened.
Meng Jingwei expected Qing Muye to appear, but instead, an old lady with white hair but an air of elegance and nobility walked out of the elevator, followed by two attendants.
Song Ci bowed. "Old Madam Qing."
Old Madam Qing walked in and glared at Song Ci. "What are you doing?"
"Reporting to Old Madam, your subordinate is merely handling some private matters for Boss."
Song Ci answered honestly.
Old Madam Qing pointed to the box of contraceptive pills on the table. "Are you trying to get rid of my Qing family's great-grandchild with your so-called private matters?"
Meng Jingwei's eyes widened in shock. Great-grandchild?
She followed the Old Madam's gaze to the box of medicine and wondered if the 'great-grandchild' the Old Madam was referring to was in her belly...
No, was it what that scoundrel had left inside her yesterday?
"This is Boss's intention."
"Hmph, tell that brat to come and see me himself."
Old Madam Qing turned to Meng Jingwei, her stern face instantly replaced by a kind and amiable smile. "Are you Meng Jingwei?"
Meng Jingwei disliked Qing Muye and felt indifferent towards Old Madam Qing, but out of politeness, she asked, "Why are you looking for me, Grandma?"
"You're not particularly beautiful, girl, but your words are quite sweet." The term 'Grandma' made Old Madam Qing beam with joy.
Because Meng Jingwei's skin was naturally fair, she had intentionally darkened her complexion, drawn her eyebrows thickly, and dotted many spots on her face. At first glance, she did look quite ordinary.
Old Madam Qing affectionately took her hand. "Girl, I'm getting old and I just want to hold a great-grandchild. I've investigated you and I know your parents are hospitalized, and you work part-time after your day job to support your family. You're a good child. As long as you're willing to help me, the Qing family, have a child, I'll agree to any condition."
Meng Jingwei's pupils widened. She recoiled as if shocked, shaking off Old Madam Qing's hand. "No, no, Grandma. I know you want to hold your Qing family's great-grandchild, but this is your family's business. It has nothing to do with me."
What a joke. She couldn't possibly have a child for the Qing family just because she had slept with Qing Muye.
What did they take her for?
It was too hasty!