What should be done?
Meng Jingwei was full of worry.
At this moment, a servant ran over, "Miss Meng, the old madam is looking for you."
"Ah, okay, I know."
Meng Jingwei got up and went to Madam Qing's courtyard.
Entering the living room, Qing Sihai was nowhere to be seen, but Qing Muye was sitting in the living room.
"Grandma?"
Meng Jingwei glanced at Qing Muye, then looked at Madam Qing, "What did you want to see me for?"
"Come, sit here."
Madam Qing patted the seat beside her and gestured for Meng Jingwei to come over.
She walked over and sat directly beside Madam Qing, "What's wrong?"
"Jingwei girl, what do you think about Si Hai's matter?"
Madam Qing affectionately held her hand, her amiable tone warming Meng Jingwei.
She looked at Madam Qing, and with a slight glance, she could see Qing Muye sitting on Madam Qing's other side. Instantly, her warm heart cooled.
A chilling cold enveloped her, making her feel as if she were in an ice cellar.
It was a feeling of heartache and extreme loss.
"Grandma, regarding Seventh Uncle's matter, I... I won't offer any opinions. After all... after all, I am a..."
"You are part of the Qing family!"
Madam Qing, probably guessing what Meng Jingwei was about to say, reprimanded her, "As long as I, this old woman, am here, you have the right to speak in this house."
She patted Meng Jingwei's hand, "Although you and Muye have broken up, if he dares to bully you, tell me, and I'll deal with him properly."
Being doted on by the old madam, Meng Jingwei felt exceptionally honored.
But she wouldn't over-consume Madam Qing's affection for her.
She pursed her lips and smiled, "I know, Grandma. You're the one who loves me the most."
"Then tell me, what are your thoughts on your Seventh Uncle's matter?" Madam Qing asked again.
Meng Jingwei frowned, thought for a moment with her head down, and sighed, "I think that although the Qing family is wealthy, the future heir is not determined solely by who has descendants first, nor does it represent their leadership or decision-making abilities. It would be fairer to let Seventh Uncle and Ah... Qing Muye compete. This way, the outcome would be more convincing."
She was not taking sides, but offering an opinion from a neutral standpoint.
Because Meng Jingwei knew that Qing Muye would absolutely not lose to Qing Sihai.
Hearing her words, Madam Qing nodded, "Yes, that aligns with my thoughts."
"Hehehe, Grandma, it's just my humble opinion. This matter is of great importance, and you should think it over carefully."
"Yes, I know, I know."
Madam Qing patted Meng Jingwei's hand and smiled kindly, "Jingwei girl is so clever."
"Not at all, Grandma. If you praise me any further, I'll become conceited."
"Hahaha." Madam Qing chuckled heartily and then said, "Alas, as people get old, they are not as good as they used to be. Grandma is going to take a nap. You and Muye should also rest. We'll go for a check-up at the hospital later."
The old madam's painstaking efforts, both openly and subtly, were still creating opportunities for Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei.
Both of them naturally understood this but feigned ignorance with tacit understanding.
"Okay, Grandma. I'll help you to your rest." Meng Jingwei helped Madam Qing to her bedroom.
After she came out, Qing Muye was already gone.
At that moment, it would be a lie to say she wasn't sad or upset.
Meng Jingwei stood frozen, her eyelids slightly lowered, gazing at a spot on the floor, lost in thought.
After a while, she let out a sigh and stepped out of the living room.
However, as she crossed the threshold, a figure suddenly appeared, and she coincidentally bumped into him.
Perhaps due to inertia, Meng Jingwei leaned back, and Qing Muye quickly grabbed her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Qing Muye's thin lips exhaled a faint wisp of smoke, and a strong scent of nicotine assailed her.
Meng Jingwei tilted her head to look to the left of the doorway. There was some ash and cigarette butts on the floor. She then realized that Qing Muye hadn't left at all and was leaning against the doorway smoking.
And as she walked out, Qing Muye had just finished his last puff, dropped the cigarette butt, and entered the hall, and they bumped into each other.
"Are you alright?"
A concerned question, spoken from the heart, was uttered by Qing Muye involuntarily.
But after saying it, Qing Muye regretted it slightly.
He shouldn't have shown her his concern.
Qing Muye let go. Meng Jingwei instinctively took a step back, but she seemed to have forgotten that this was the Qing family's old house. The house, with its antique style, was a hundred years old, and every doorway had a threshold. As she stepped back, she tripped again and fell backward.
"Ah~!"
Her body tilted downwards, and she let out a soft cry instinctively.
Originally, she thought Qing Muye would grab her, but the man did not.
He stood there stiffly, completely ignoring her fall.
"Hiss..."
Meng Jingwei fell heavily to the ground, her buttocks aching fiercely, and she couldn't help but gasp.
"Qing Muye, you... won't you give me a hand?"
She muttered while getting up from the ground in a disheveled state.
"Why should I help you? Your fall has nothing to do with me. You weren't paying attention, so who can you blame?" Qing Muye said indifferently, turned around, and left.
Only after he turned and left did Meng Jingwei see Qing Sihai standing a few meters behind her.
He had watched everything that happened, his pupils widening in surprise. He raised an eyebrow, looked at the departing Qing Muye, then walked over to Meng Jingwei, "What's wrong with Jingwei girl? Muye... are you two alright?"
Meng Jingwei flicked the dust off her clothes and glared at Qing Sihai, "What does it have to do with you whether I'm alright or not."
"Well, it really doesn't concern me, but you're Muye's girlfriend, and he doesn't care about you?"
"Can you stop mentioning him in front of me? You're sick!"
Meng Jingwei stomped her feet in anger, pushed Qing Sihai away, and left angrily.
This scene left Qing Sihai completely bewildered.
It seemed like the two of them...
"Heh, this is interesting." He smiled, his smile not reaching his eyes, carrying a deep meaning.
So, he made a phone call, "Help me check what's going on with Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei."
After hanging up, Qing Sihai walked into the living room, sat on a chair, and casually played with his phone.
Half an hour later, his phone rang.
"What's the situation?"
"Mr. Qing, the people below have reported that Young Master Qing and Miss Meng broke up three months ago. They haven't seen each other during this time."
"Is that true?"
"Absolutely."
"Good."
Qing Sihai hung up the phone, holding his phone in his right hand, tapping the screen with his fingers, lost in thought.
No wonder he hadn't seen them return to the old house or go out together in the past three months.
He didn't expect they had broken up.
"Heh, I knew someone like Qing Muye wouldn't be devoted to one woman. Isn't it just that he discards them like worn-out shoes after playing around?"