Qing Muye crossed his legs and sat on the sofa, his ten fingers clasped over his abdomen. He let out a sneer, "Indeed, it has nothing to do with me. I'm just curious, who would be so blind to fall for a fierce woman like you?"
As he spoke, Qing Muye felt a pang of guilt.
He had spoken out of momentary spite, but after saying it, Qing Muye panicked.
If he offended her, and was able to tell her the truth a year later, would they still have a chance to be together?
"You're the one who's blind!"
Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye began to bicker. "Qing Muye, you mind your own business."
"I'd love to mind my own business. But what can I do? I'm your brother. From now on, when you look for a partner, I'll vet them for you."
This reason was excellent.
Qing Muye felt proud of his cleverness.
Perhaps this was the only excuse that could legitimately allow him to drive away the men around her.
"You..."
Meng Jingwei was momentarily speechless. After stammering for a long time, she couldn't think of anything to say.
Just as they were staring at each other, locked in a silent confrontation, a brilliant idea struck her, and she immediately came up with a plan. "Alright, since you're my brother, then from now on, I'll trouble you to help me consider my potential partners."
"No trouble."
Qing Muye chuckled inwardly.
"Hmph!"
Meng Jingwei let out a cold snort and didn't reply.
Silence descended upon the lounge once more.
After a while, Madam Qing finally finished her medical examination and came to the lounge to rest.
Seeing Meng Jingwei playing with her phone, she asked, "Jingwei, dear, you and Muye have broken up. Have you found anyone yet?"
As soon as Madam Qing entered, she sensed the tension between the two. They were both silent and unwilling to speak to each other, which was why she decided to stir things up.
"Ah, what? A partner?"
Meng Jingwei was taken aback, surprised by how gossipy Madam Qing was.
"Haha, Grandma, Qing Muye and I only broke up a little over three months ago. I'm looking now. Once I've found someone, I'll definitely bring them to show you."
She gave a sheepish smile and offered a perfunctory excuse.
Otherwise, Meng Jingwei genuinely feared that Madam Qing would, as she had before, bring a stack of photos and ask her to choose one as a blind date.
As expected...
The next sentence she heard was Madam Qing saying, "Alas, Grandma knows. Muye is a bit dull and doesn't talk much. Such a person doesn't appeal to women."
She held Meng Jingwei's hand, her kind face breaking into a smile. "However, Grandma has a good recommendation for you."
"Grandma, I don't..."
Meng Jingwei looked at Madam Qing, about to refuse. But from this angle, she could inadvertently see Qing Muye's expression change as he sat there.
Thus, the words that were on the tip of her tongue immediately changed. "Alright. Anyway, I'm still young. It's not a bad thing to meet more people."
"Hahaha, that's good, that's good. You're so sensible, dear." Madam Qing said as she took out her phone, found a contact number in her address book, and dialed it.
The phone was put on speaker. After a few rings, the other party answered.
"Grandma Qing?"
A warm male voice came from the other end.
The voice sounded somewhat familiar.
"Ah, Yanming, what have you been busy with lately?" Madam Qing asked.
Meng Jingwei's expression immediately stiffened. Good heavens!
She had thought Madam Qing would introduce someone else as a potential partner, but she hadn't expected her to introduce Qing Muye's elder brother, Lu Yanming.
They were all very close. Lu Yanming was a year older than Qing Muye, making him their elder brother.
However, Meng Jingwei could see that in front of Qing Muye, Lu Yanming was only older by a year. In terms of demeanor and presence, he was far inferior.
But...
Meng Jingwei thought about it, and a starry glint appeared in her clear, limpid eyes. Her red lips curved into a smile.
"Nothing, I'm free," Lu Yanming replied and then asked, "Grandma, what's the call about?"
Madam Qing rarely called Lu Yanming. If she did, it was always for something important.
"It's nothing. Grandma just saw that you don't have a partner yet and wanted to introduce you to a nice girl. See if you're free to meet up?"
"Hahaha... Grandma, thank you for your concern. Don't worry, as long as it's a girl you introduce, I'll definitely make time."
Lu Yanming readily agreed and then asked curiously, "Grandma, which family's daughter is it?"
"It's..."
Madam Qing glanced at Meng Jingwei and said enigmatically, "You'll know when you meet her later."
"Is that so... Alright then. But how shall we meet?"
"Come to the old residence tonight. I'll be waiting for you there."
"Okay, Grandma. I'll be there tonight."
"Alright, alright. Bye..."
Madam Qing hung up the phone directly.
As she put away her phone, she tilted her head and looked at Qing Muye. "Muye, what do you think of Jingwei and Yanming together?"
At this moment, Qing Muye's face was ashen, filled with anger and indignation, but he dared not speak his mind.
What a truly wonderful grandmother he had!
"Not very good."
Qing Muye shook his head. "She's too boisterous, and Yanming is too steady."
"Yes, this contrast between quiet and active complements each other. Only with complementarity can married life be long-lasting."
Qing Muye was holding his phone and almost dropped it when he heard Madam Qing's words about "long-lasting married life."
"Tonight's meeting between Yanming and Jingwei is entirely your responsibility. Let me tell you, if Lu Yanming doesn't come, or if he directly rejects Jingwei, you'd better watch out!"
Madam Qing issued a direct threat.
Meng Jingwei listened to Madam Qing scolding Qing Muye and felt a secret delight, remaining silent.
The three of them sat in the lounge for a while longer. Then, the test results came out, showing all indicators were normal.
The three of them returned to the Qing family's old residence together.
Upon arriving at the old residence, Madam Qing said to Qing Muye, "I've been feeling quite bored lately. Come over and play a few rounds of chess with me."
Qing Muye knew that Madam Qing was deliberately stalling him, preventing him from calling Lu Yanming.
So he came up with an excuse, "Grandma, why don't you play with Meng Jingwei? You two are evenly matched."
*Bang*—
Madam Qing slammed the table in anger. "What? You think your old grandmother can't boss you around anymore? You won't even play a game of chess with me?!"
Fine!
Qing Muye had no choice but to go over and play chess with Madam Qing, mustering his courage.
As they played, Madam Qing discovered that Qing Muye's skills were superior. She was no match for him. If this continued, how could she possibly stall for time?
In her helplessness, she beckoned to Meng Jingwei, who was playing games opposite them. "Jingwei, dear, come over and take a look. Help me be a strategist."
"Oh, okay."
Meng Jingwei got up and walked over.
She moved a chair and sat beside Madam Qing, looking at the chess pieces on the board with a thoughtful frown.