Meng Jingwei strode angrily towards the front yard, spotting Qing Muye leaning in the pavilion by the pond from afar.
He was sitting in the exact spot she had been sitting in earlier.
Meng Jingwei glanced at him with cold eyes, withdrew her gaze, and walked away.
"Grandma has an appointment for an examination at half-past three this afternoon. If you leave now, how will you explain it to her?"
The man leaned sideways on the chair, his elbow resting on the railing, a cigarette between his fingers. He spoke to Meng Jingwei, who was not far away.
Upon hearing this, Meng Jingwei's anger subsided by more than half.
That's right, she had already made an appointment with Grandma and was supposed to accompany her to the hospital for a check-up.
People always said, "Old people are like children." What if Grandma threw a tantrum and refused to go for the examination because she wasn't there?
With this thought, she stopped. Feeling it would be undignified to return to the living room, she walked directly to Qing Muye.
Her fair cheeks were flushed red with anger. She stopped in front of Qing Muye and looked down at him, "Qing Muye, aren't you going too far? Even though we've broken up, you shouldn't just watch me fall without helping me!"
For some reason, Meng Jingwei felt incredibly annoyed.
The thought of her falling flat on her face earlier, with Qing Muye watching her fall without doing anything, made her furious.
The man flicked the ash off his cigarette, brought the cigarette to his lips, took a puff, and then exhaled a faint wisp of smoke towards her. "I already helped you once."
Meng Jingwei had bumped into him, and her body had fallen backward due to inertia. At that moment, Qing Muye had steadied her.
Then Meng Jingwei pushed him away and took a few steps back, only to have her heel catch on the threshold. She leaned backward again, and he...
Indeed, he hadn't helped.
Because...
Qing Sihuai had arrived.
"You..."
Meng Jingwei gritted her teeth in anger. "Are you doing this on purpose? Do you think this is funny?"
"It's not funny."
"If it's not funny, why are you still..."
"Because, to me, you... have absolutely no... meaning." Qing Muye cut Meng Jingwei off before she could finish, saying it abruptly.
However, this deliberately drawn-out sentence shattered the last glimmer of hope in Meng Jingwei's heart.
Meng Jingwei stood there blankly, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Was this heartless man in front of her really the same Qing Muye who had been so attentive to her before?
How could he have changed so much in such a short time?
Meng Jingwei couldn't understand, and she always felt like something was missing, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out what the problem was.
However, it seemed that their relationship had deteriorated ever since Yun Shasha appeared.
Perhaps Yun Shasha was his true love.
"Qing Muye, you..."
Meng Jingwei raised her finger and pointed at him, "You are a scumbag!"
Consumed by rage, the burning flames devoured Meng Jingwei's remaining sanity. In her anger, she raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face!
*Slap*—
A crisp sound echoed, particularly loud.
Qing Sihuai, who was walking over from not far away, caught a glimpse of the scene at the pavilion. He then hid behind a green plant nearby, concealing himself.
Qing Muye's cheek was turned to the side from the impact, and even his bangs were disheveled, obscuring his vision.
He slowly closed his eyes, stood up, put the cigarette back into his mouth, took a deep breath, and then opened his sharp eyes.
Qing Muye grabbed Meng Jingwei's wrist. "Meng Jingwei, this slap is what I owe you. But if you dare to be so reckless again, don't blame me for turning cold-hearted."
Her wrist held tightly in his grip, Meng Jingwei struggled in pain. But he wouldn't let go. The small woman couldn't take it anymore and kicked towards Qing Muye.
The kick landed directly on Qing Muye, hitting him with such force that he stumbled backward several steps before he could regain his balance.
Meng Jingwei pointed at Qing Muye, "From now on, we owe each other nothing. From now on, you walk your path of sunshine, and I'll walk my single-plank bridge. Whether you live or die will have nothing to do with me anymore!"
She roared, then turned angrily and walked out of the pavilion.
Perhaps because she resented Qing Muye, she wanted to vent her anger on him.
She thought that after venting, she would feel a little better.
But in reality, she didn't.
Not only did her mood not improve, but it became even worse.
Meng Jingwei stormed out of the pavilion, and Sheng Sihua, seeing her approach, quickly retreated.
He had clearly seen everything that had just happened.
He hadn't expected them to not only break up but also fall out so badly.
In that case, could he win Meng Jingwei over?
Sheng Sihua was plotting his own scheme.
Meng Jingwei went into a room to rest and started playing games on her phone.
Not long after, a maid came and said that Old Mrs. Qing had woken up. She had to hang up and go find Old Mrs. Qing, help her out of the old house, and then the three of them got into a car and went to the hospital.
Upon entering the private hospital, someone specifically came to greet the old lady and took her for a series of comprehensive examinations.
While Old Mrs. Qing was undergoing her check-up, Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei sat in the waiting room, quietly anticipating.
Meng Jingwei didn't want to look at Qing Muye, so she logged into a game and pulled people into a five-person party.
Before she could even join the game, Ji Lanfeng's call came through.
Meng Jingwei answered the phone, "Fengzi?"
"Mother Yaksha, have you found your grandmother?" Ji Lanfeng asked anxiously on the other end of the line.
Meng Jingwei then remembered that Ji Lanfeng had asked her to send him a message after finding the person when she left earlier.
But then she had forgotten about it entirely.
"I found her, it's fine. Hahaha, I forgot to tell you." Meng Jingwei gave an awkward laugh.
Qing Muye, sitting nearby and hearing Meng Jingwei on the phone, couldn't help but prick up his ears.
Who was Fengzi?
Did this woman have a good relationship with that person?
"Thank you."
"Okay, okay, when do you have time? I'll treat you to a big meal."
"A movie? Sure. I happen to have some free time recently. You're treating, and I definitely won't miss it."
"Alright, bye-bye."
Meng Jingwei, sitting on a single sofa nearby, chatted happily with the person on the other end. Hearing her in such good spirits, Qing Muye's mood instantly soured a bit.
He's even asking her out for a movie!
"I can't believe you found your next one so quickly?"
The man asked tentatively.
Meng Jingwei was looking at her phone when she heard Qing Muye's sarcastic remark. She raised an eyebrow, "Is there a problem? You have your Yun Shasha, and I have my pretty boy. Besides, when Grandma is here, we can pretend to be like siblings. When Grandma is not around, you can just shut up and don't speak."
She simply didn't want to deal with Qing Muye right now.
"Is that so?"
Qing Muye nodded. "It's different when you have a young stud, your confidence certainly grows. But does he know that we only broke up not long ago?"
"Are you out of your mind? Just because I broke up with you doesn't mean I can't date other men? Let alone one young stud, even if I change young studs every day, what business is it of yours?"