He relished her calling him 'husband'.
However, even that couldn't quell the fury raging in his heart.
Qing Muye directly took the two pieces of 'three-point' attire...
No, they could barely be called clothes. To put it simply, they were three pieces of fabric sewn onto a few strings!
Less than a palm-sized piece of cloth, and eighty percent transparent at that!
“Playing outside can’t compare to playing in bed. A’Wei, I only like… obedient women.” Qing Muye threw the rags directly at Meng Jingwei’s face, raised his wrist, and checked the time. “I’ll give you one minute to change.”
He stood up, sat on the other side of the sofa, crossed his legs, like a supreme emperor looking down on ants, with a touch of regal dominance and authority.
Meng Jingwei shivered.
She slowly got up from the sofa, picked up the clothes from her face, and felt like crying without tears.
“A’Ye, I… I’m a little tired and don’t want to. Can we not?”
She asked tentatively.
“No.”
Three words, concise and to the point, as if any more would be a waste.
Meng Jingwei: “……”
Qing Muye, you bastard, you win!
Since that was the case, she had no choice but to use her ultimate move.
“Actually, it’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that… my period has come.” She said, blushing, lying.
“Is that so? Then take it off, let me see.”
Meng Jingwei: “…I… I… I said, my period has come.”
How could she take this off to be seen?
“Mm-hmm, take it off!”
He said dismissively.
His relaxed posture suggested he was in control of everything and was deliberately making things difficult for her.
Meng Jingwei thought for a moment and said, “Then I’ll go to the bathroom, take it off, and bring it to you to see?”
My God, how could this scumbag have such a perverted preference?
“No need. I won’t find it disgusting, right here!”
He wanted to see how long this damned woman would lie.
“Ah… this…”
Meng Jingwei stammered, unable to articulate anything.
Qing Muye looked down at his watch. “Ten, nine, eight…”
He began the countdown.
Meng Jingwei knew Qing Muye too well; angering him would only lead to consequences hundreds of times worse than the current situation.
After much deliberation, she decided to go for broke!
“Okay, I…”
Before she could even say the word ‘put it on,’ there was another knock at the door.
Meng Jingwei secretly let out a sigh of relief. “Hahaha, A’Ye, I’ll go open the door, hahahaha… open the door.”
Although she didn’t know why the staff member was there, Meng Jingwei felt they were a lifesaver and had arrived just in time.
It would be best if there was some urgent matter that would make them leave the hotel immediately.
She happily ran to the door, opened it, and tilted her head, asking, “What is it?”
“Hello, Miss Meng. My name is Fengfeng. I am the young master you requested. I’m very happy to serve you.” A sunny, handsome young man standing at the door smiled and greeted Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei’s mind couldn’t keep up with the pace. “What? I didn’t request anyone.”
As she spoke, Qing Muye had already stood up and walked over.
At this moment, the young man at the door, named ‘Fengfeng,’ saw Qing Muye, nodded slightly, and said, “Miss Meng, I’m here to serve you. I know you called for our club’s three top performers, but don’t worry, my skills will definitely satisfy you…”
Bang!
Before the man at the door could finish speaking, Meng Jingwei slammed the door shut.
She stiffened her neck, swallowed hard, and felt that this time she was going to be toyed to death by that dog, Ji Lanfeng!
“Hehe…”
Meng Jingwei chuckled dryly, feeling her laughter was so fake it was suffocating.
Turning around, as expected, she met Qing Muye’s cold, terrifying gaze.
One hand in his trouser pocket, he hooked Meng Jingwei’s chin with the other. “What, your husband alone is no longer enough for you?”
“Hehe, no, really not…”
Meng Jingwei forced a smile, feeling as if her soul had been scared away.
Knock, knock, knock—
Someone was knocking at the door again.
Meng Jingwei ignored it, but the knocking became more urgent.
Qing Muye put his arm around Meng Jingwei’s waist. “A’Wei, people should be trustworthy. Since you’ve booked the top performers, you can’t stand them up.”
He led her to the door and opened it.
At this moment, three men were lined up at the room entrance.
All three men were about 1.8 meters tall, with either sunny, handsome, or devilishly charming looks.
They were indeed very good-looking, she had to admit.
But Meng Jingwei felt she couldn’t enjoy their company.
“Miss Meng, I’m Ah Hui, young master number 880 from Kate Club. I’m from Lancheng, we’re fellow townsfolk, don’t worry, I will serve you well.”
“Miss Meng, my name is Dongdong, I’m from Xuancheng. Since we’re fellow townsfolk, I’ll give you a discount if you book me next time.”
“Yes, yes. Miss Meng, since you’ve booked all three of us, let us in and serve you together.”
The three spoke one after another.
They probably all mistook Qing Muye beside Meng Jingwei for a male escort for hire.
That’s why they spoke so unscrupulously.
Meng Jingwei swore to heaven that from the moment she was born, she had never felt as embarrassed and tormented as she did at this moment.
She almost fell to her knees.
“Um… you guys, did you… get it wrong? I didn’t order you.”
Meng Jingwei said, trying to remain calm.
“Miss Meng, you’ve already paid. Ten thousand for the three of us for one day and one night. If you don’t ‘consume,’ we won’t be able to explain ourselves!”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Before we came, the boss lady strictly instructed us to leave only after you were satisfied.”
Their eyes were sincere, and they spoke with utmost seriousness, not showing the slightest hint of embarrassment.
But Meng Jingwei’s cheeks felt burning hot, and a chill ran down her spine.
The collision of ice and fire made her so tormented that she wished she could die on the spot!
“I said, I really don’t…”
She tried to refuse again, but before she could finish speaking, Qing Muye interrupted her, “Ten thousand for three people for one night. Hmm, it seems they have some capability. Since the money has been spent, wouldn’t it be a waste not to consume?”
He hugged Meng Jingwei and walked back into the living room, saying to the three men, “Come in.”
“Ah?!”
Meng Jingwei’s worldview shattered.
Meng Jingwei pushed Qing Muye away, turned around, raised her foot, kicked, and slammed the door shut with a bang, then locked it.
Leaning against the door, she panted, anxious, “Qing Muye, are you crazy? This is illegal.”
The man put his hands in his trouser pockets and smiled faintly. “In country C, it’s not illegal.”
Seeing Meng Jingwei’s pale face from fear, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
In reality, he had only called the three men over for a massage, never expecting to scare Meng Jingwei so much.
“Then… then it’s still not okay. I’m your girlfriend, wouldn’t your conscience ache if you were with three other men?”
“I just called them in for a massage, what do you mean ‘three people together’? I don’t understand.”
Qing Muye feigned ignorance, deliberately teasing Meng Jingwei.