"Yao Yao gave birth last night at Xihua Children's Hospital. The baby, weighing six jin and nine liang, is a boy."
Qing Sihai stated the child's information directly.
It was evident that everything was already under Qing Sihai's control.
Meng Jingwei suddenly felt that it would not be easy for Shu Yao to leave Lancheng this time.
After speaking, he turned to look at Meng Jingwei, "Little girl took Yao Yao to the hospital, didn't you, little girl?"
Qing Sihai asked Shu Yao.
The previous moment, Meng Jingwei had said Shu Yao had gone abroad. Qing Sihai's words at this moment were undoubtedly slapping Meng Jingwei in the face.
Meng Jingwei held her chopsticks, picked up a piece of green vegetable, and chewed slowly, feigning a nonchalant demeanor.
She wanted to avoid the topic.
However, the Eldest Madam Qing looked at her with a meaningful gaze. Her weathered face showed a rare seriousness, "Is that so?"
She didn't even call her 'Jingwei girl' anymore, directly interrogating her.
Sensing the Eldest Madam Qing's authority, Meng Jingwei dared not hide it and nodded in acknowledgment, "Yes."
Qing Sihai being able to sit here and discuss this matter with the Eldest Madam Qing today meant he had made complete preparations.
Even if she denied it, Qing Sihai could produce a pile of evidence.
Why should she deny it?
As Meng Jingwei nodded and admitted the matter, she keenly noticed the Eldest Madam Qing frown slightly and look at Qing Muye, "Muye, you knew about this too?"
"Mm."
Qing Muye continued to eat, his demeanor as calm and carefree as if the matter being discussed by the three of them had nothing to do with him.
This kind of composure was not something everyone could achieve.
Just like Qing Sihai beside him.
When he revealed what he considered to be a very important matter, he expected Qing Muye to fly into a rage. However, Qing Muye showed no reaction.
In Qing Sihai's view, he was just putting on a show.
Clearly panicking inside, but still maintaining a calm facade.
Little did he know, Qing Muye truly did not consider this matter significant.
The Eldest Madam Qing opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something more, but upon seeing Qing Muye dining with refined elegance, she said, "Eat first."
"Yes, Mother."
Qing Sihai naturally obeyed when the Eldest Madam Qing spoke.
However, he still couldn't suppress his inner triumph, a smile curving his lips as he looked at Qing Muye.
Unfortunately, the cold man didn't even spare him a glance.
The four of them dined in silence, the only sound being the crisp clinking of chopsticks against porcelain bowls.
After the meal, the Eldest Madam Qing put down her chopsticks, took a napkin to wipe her mouth, and then said to Qing Sihai, "Sihai, come with me for a moment."
"Yes, Mother."
Qing Sihai nodded, got up, walked around Meng Jingwei, and stood before the Eldest Madam Qing, fawning as he supported her to leave the dining room.
For a moment, only Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei remained at the dining table.
Meng Jingwei withdrew her gaze from the departing two and looked at Qing Muye, only to see him playing with his phone, appearing relaxed and at ease.
"Shu Yao's matter concerns the heir to Songyu Group. Why didn't you tell me about this?"
Qing Muye not telling her about this matter truly put her in a very passive position.
And the most passive person should have been Qing Muye himself.
The man closed his phone screen, his eyelids lifting slightly, his pair of mesmerizing, narrow phoenix eyes meeting Meng Jingwei's gaze, "What use would it be to tell you? Would you have let Shu Yao abort the child? Or, could you have stopped Uncle Seven?"
She could do neither.
Therefore, there was no need to tell her these things.
The two questions left Meng Jingwei speechless, unable to find a retort.
She frowned, clutching the napkin she had just used to wipe her mouth, inexplicably feeling a wave of annoyance.
What was this damned man implying?
"Qing Muye, although we've broken up, I'm currently speaking to you as the Eldest Madam Qing's goddaughter. Can you not speak so sarcastically?"
Her mood soured, and she directly retorted at Qing Muye.
The man raised his eyebrows, "Qing Sihai is still my Uncle Seven, and I have this attitude towards him too. You need to get used to it."
As he spoke, his tone was even, making it impossible to guess his emotions.
But it was precisely this casual state, as if their previous intimate relationship had never happened, that caused Meng Jingwei's heart to clench with pain.
"You..."
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but become indignant, "Yes, I can't do either of the two things you mentioned. But if you had told me earlier, could I have prepared Shu Yao mentally?"
"Sorry, I have no obligation to do so."
Facing the woman he loved dearly, every word Qing Muye spoke was piercing, laced with mockery.
Although his heart ached, Qing Muye had to completely distance himself from Meng Jingwei. Only by doing so could he silently do more for her.
In the more than three months since their breakup, Qing Muye had repeatedly asked himself in the darkness of the boundless void: was doing so much for Meng Jingwei truly worth it?
Would she start a new relationship while he was silently sacrificing?
Or would she resent him for life because of this?
These questions had troubled Qing Muye for a long time, but he was simply a persistent person.
Once he decided to do something, he would not turn back.
"Yes, you're right."
Meng Jingwei nodded, a sarcastic smile pulling at her red lips, "Qing Muye, you're ruthless."
In anger, she slapped the napkin in her hand onto the dining table and stormed out.
Qing Muye sat in his chair, not even daring to look at the woman's angry and disappointed retreating figure.
Because he feared that one more glance would be seen by the spies Qing Sihai had placed in the old residence; he feared that one more glance would make him unable to resist running over, pulling that huffing little woman into his embrace, and then tenderly comforting and coaxing her.
Meng Jingwei walked across the pebble path and went to the small pond, sitting in the pavilion by the pond, and let out a long sigh. Angrily, she tugged at the leaves of the lush green plants growing beside and extending towards the pavilion's railing, "Bastard!"
She cursed, then suddenly remembered something important and immediately made a call to Shu Yao.
After a few rings, Shu Yao answered the phone, "What's wrong, Weiwei?"
"Shu Yao, Qing Sihai already knows you gave birth. He wants to use your child to compete for the position of heir to the Qing family's Songyu Group. You'd better be prepared, because... Qing Sihai will definitely not let the little one go."
Meng Jingwei concisely explained the situation to Shu Yao.
On the other end of the line, Shu Yao fell silent.
"Hello? Shu Yao, can you hear me?" Not hearing any movement from the other end, Meng Jingwei called out worriedly.
"I... I can hear you. Don't worry, even if my son dies, I won't let Qing Sihai take him away."
The voice on the other end replied with absolute certainty.
"Then you... *dudu dudu*..."
Before Meng Jingwei could speak again, Shu Yao hung up the phone directly.
Meng Jingwei put away her phone, leaned against the railing, and sighed deeply.
She had fallen out with Qing Muye. From now on, if she wanted to ask Qing Muye for help regarding Shu Yao's matters, she wouldn't even be able to bring herself to do it.
Although Meng Jingwei didn't want to bow her head in front of that scoundrel, Qing Sihai's influence could not be underestimated, and she couldn't deal with him.