Meng Jingwei blinked, not understanding Ji Lanfeng’s intentions.
A gift now?
She blinked her big eyes, glancing at Qing Muye’s expression. His handsome face was as dark as ink, his terrifying gaze seeming to want to devour her.
With a strong survival instinct, Meng Jingwei gave a sheepish smile, "Uh... could you please get up for a moment? I need to go out... and get a gift."
It was quite a coincidence.
She met Ji Lanfeng today, and today just happened to be her birthday.
Of course, if Qing Muye hadn't suddenly appeared and told her it was her birthday, she might have completely forgotten.
Qing Muye was displeased but still got up, letting Meng Jingwei out of bed. She walked to the door and opened it.
"Hello, madam, your gift."
A foreign attendant stood at the door, handing a mysterious gift to Meng Jingwei.
The gift was a beautifully wrapped white box, tied with a black and gold ribbon forming a bow.
Meng Jingwei closed the door, muttering, "What on earth did this guy send? So mysterious."
She disliked people playing surprise games, fearing they might be shocks instead.
Turning back, she saw Qing Muye leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching the gift box in Meng Jingwei's hands with interest, waiting for her to open it.
Meng Jingwei licked her lips, sensing an unspoken demand to open the gift.
"Don't rush, I'll open it for you now."
Saying this, Meng Jingwei carried the box to the table, placed it on the low table, slowly untied the ribbon, and opened the lid.
She looked into the box with great curiosity, but as soon as she glimpsed its contents, her face instantly turned pale. She quickly closed the lid.
The speed could only be described as lightning.
"What good stuff is it that I can't see? Hm?" The man walked over, sat on the sofa, leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on the white gift box, and asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Hehehe, no, it's nothing."
Meng Jingwei’s smile was fawning. She pouted, deliberately acting spoiled, "Oh, how can you look at a gift someone gave me? Girls need their secrets, you know."
Her face beamed with a smile, but inwardly she cursed, *MMP!*
*Ji Lanfeng, your ancestor's grave must have been dug up last life for you to screw me over like this!*
"Secrets?"
Qing Muye raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly as if in agreement. "Mm, alright. Since A'wei wants to keep it a secret, then you must keep your secret well."
He then sighed, "It’s getting late, I need to return to the country to handle some matters."
The man stood up and left without looking back.
"Hey, wait? Qing Muye, you... you... don't go..."
She called out "Don't go" with her mouth, but prayed silently: *Master Qing, please leave quickly, I beg you, leave quickly, otherwise if you discover the truth, it will be your wife who dies!*
Unexpectedly, Qing Muye, who had reached the door, stopped when he heard her call.
The man, usually cold and proud, turned leisurely. His deep, chiseled, sculpted face was adorned with a gentle smile. "Since A'wei doesn't want me to go, then I will reluctantly stay."
"Ah? This..."
Meng Jingwei stood frozen, her mind spinning a hundred and eighty degrees as she tried to figure out how to make Qing Muye leave.
Finally, a flash of inspiration struck her, and she said, "A'ye, actually, my biggest regret in coming to Country C is not being able to visit the world's largest amusement park. Today is my birthday, could you take me to the amusement park?"
She desperately wanted to leave the hotel as quickly as possible, otherwise, if she angered Qing Muye, he might explode on the spot, and she would suffer a terrible fate.
Qing Muye walked towards her slowly, approached her, and then wrapped his arm around her waist. He leaned down, his forehead touching hers, gazing at her with deep affection, "A'wei?"
He called her nickname with loving eyes, full of infinite tenderness.
Meng Jingwei, immersed in the gentle affection, felt her heart settle. "What is it? Are you going to take me to the amusement park?"
The man shook his head slightly, still very close to her.
Even as he shook his head, their noses brushed, and their lips inadvertently touched her red lips, igniting the flames.
Meng Jingwei waited expectantly for Qing Muye's next words.
However, the man suddenly turned, pushing Meng Jingwei onto the sofa. He leaned over, pressing down on her.
In the dizzying moment, Meng Jingwei felt a little dizzy.
But before she could regain her senses, Qing Muye had, with lightning speed, opened the lid of the gift box and reached in to pull out the item...
"Qing Muye, don't touch it!"
Meng Jingwei cried out in alarm.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Qing Muye was holding the gift in his right hand, his brow furrowed in disgust as he held it between his thumb and forefinger. His handsome face was rapidly darkening.
Silence—
An profound silence.
It was the calm before the storm, the atmosphere so heavy it was suffocating.
Meng Jingwei, full of survival instinct, shrank her neck, her small hands nervously clenching the hem of her clothes, and she cursed, "Holy crap... Ji Lanfeng, the next time I see you, I'm going to kill you!"
She knew it, Ji Lanfeng was definitely up to no good!
As expected.
"Meng, Jing, Wei, how do you explain this?"
Qing Muye's icy gaze bore down on her, interrogating her word by word.
His teeth gritted, as if he wanted to strangle her to death.
Meng Jingwei swallowed. Her flushed cheeks forced a smile, "Hehehe, Master Qing, A'ye, I... I don't know either. What do you want me to explain?"
"If you don't explain, can it be understood as tacit agreement?"
"Ah? No, no, no, of course not. Hehehe..." She chuckled awkwardly, pointing at the transparent, alluring lingerie that Qing Muye was dangling from his fingertips. Black lace, revealing just enough to ignite the imagination.
If worn, it would surely exude a subtle fragrance, making one's blood boil.
Damn it, Ji Lanfeng, you're a scoundrel!
He did nothing that a normal person would do!
She cursed Ji Lanfeng endlessly in her heart, her mind racing to figure out how to explain to Qing Muye.
She had a nagging feeling that if she couldn't explain it clearly, she might die here today.
"How come I didn't know you and the great star Ji were so close? The rumors say Ji Lanfeng has never had any scandalous news. It seems the rumors are false."
As he spoke, Qing Muye brought the small piece of lingerie closer, manipulating it with both hands and gesturing towards Meng Jingwei, "Since it's from the great star Ji, how can I fail to appreciate it? Wouldn't you agree, A'wei?"
A smile played on his lips, and his tone was calm.
But for some reason, Meng Jingwei could sense an eerie chill, her hairs standing on end, and a wave of dread washed over her.
"A'ye, no, Hubby... Hubby..."
Meng Jingwei racked her brain to appease Qing Muye, shamelessly even calling him 'Hubby'. "Hubby, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, don't you think? Shall we... go out and play now?"