Listening to his words, Meng Jingwei’s mind went blank, “You said… uh…”
She only reacted belatedly, realizing that Qing Muye had a sly smile on his face, and couldn't help but get angry, "Qing Muye, you scoundrel!"
Angrily walking up to Qing Muye and pointing at his face, before she could curse him again, the man grabbed her fingers and drew her into his arms, "Ah Wei is angry?"
With her back to Qing Muye, she struggled a few times in anger, but couldn't escape his grasp, "Scoundrel, let me go!"
"Put on the 'clothes' on the sofa, and I'll let you go!"
"I..."
In the previous moment, Meng Jingwei, who was still angry, her small face instantly turned crimson, like a ripe peach, charming and lovely.
She closed her eyes in shame, cursing Ji Lanfeng's ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart.
Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind.
She vaguely remembered that it was on Ji Lanfeng's birthday during high school, when she bought Ji Lanfeng a 'bikini' birthday cake and made a wish, saying that when Ji Lanfeng came of age, she would definitely give him adult products and hire several girls for him at a high price.
Good heavens!
The wish from many years ago had come true, but the target person had changed.
Meng Jingwei felt she could laugh or cry, she had to bear the consequences of her own actions.
She hadn't forgotten the great embarrassment Ji Lanfeng had caused that day on his birthday because of a 'bikini' cake.
"Can... I not wear it?"
Meng Jingwei's last desperate struggle, she refused to wear the clothes to death.
"Since Ah Wei is so disobedient, why don't we have the young masters at the door teach you how to wear it?"
Meng Jingwei: "..."
Could you be any more shameless?
She was very resistant.
The man rested his chin on her shoulder, leaning close to her ear and gently blowing away the strands of her hair, he said in a deep voice, "You can refuse, but you'll have to bear the consequences."
The words 'bear the consequences' were drawn out with a trailing end.
Meng Jingwei clearly felt a sense of threat. She tilted her head, looked at the 'two-piece set' on the sofa with despair, and chose to surrender.
"Okay, I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"
The main reason was that there was a grand show the next morning, and she was arranged to be Su Meiyi's assistant. If she overslept or couldn't get out of bed because of Qing Muye's 'revenge', she might lose this job.
The man raised his eyebrows and smiled. His jade-like fingers hooked a strand of her hair from her ear, "A student... can be taught."
Teach your uncle!
Meng Jingwei cursed Qing Muye silently in her heart, but in the end, she picked up the 'two-piece set' and went to the bathroom. It took her half an hour to get dressed and she came out wrapped in a bathrobe.
In the living room, the man had closed the curtains and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, exuding an imposing aura like a boss.
A faint smile, almost imperceptible, curved his lips. He raised his hand and pointed at the bathrobe she was wearing, indicating for her to throw it away.
Meng Jingwei was so ashamed she wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it.
Finally, she pursed her lips, gathered her courage, pointed at Qing Muye, and warned, "Qing Muye, I warn you not to go too far. Otherwise... ah, hey... I..."
Qing Muye didn't give Meng Jingwei a chance to finish speaking. He strode forward, pushed her onto the bed, and pounced on her like a hungry wolf.
*Riiip—*
The sound of a bathrobe being torn apart by hand, and then the bathrobe became strips of cloth, thrown on the ground like garbage.
...
After this sleep...
When she opened her eyes, it was already six in the afternoon the next day.
"Holy crap!"
On the bed, the sleeping person suddenly woke up and sat up straight.
She got up abruptly, in one posture, and Meng Jingwei's whole body felt like it had been beaten up, hurting terribly.
She gasped repeatedly, reached for her phone, and only then realized that the phone was turned off.
"It's over, it's over, what time is it now?"
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, but her legs went soft, and she fell to the ground with a thud.
"Hiss... Hoo..."
Meng Jingwei's knees hurt from the fall. She used her hands to support herself on the bedside table, looking at the time on her phone, while cursing Qing Muye, "Qing Muye, you bastard, don't let me catch you!"
As soon as she opened her eyes and couldn't see Qing Muye, Meng Jingwei knew that the scoundrel man also knew that he had been 'too rough' and angered her, so he had made a hasty departure.
She secretly vowed that the next time she saw Qing Muye, she would settle the score.
But...
"What? 18:39?"
Meng Jingwei’s mind went blank. She plugged her phone into the charger and turned it on.
Waiting for the phone to boot up, although it only took a few seconds, it felt like an eternity to her.
After the phone turned on, the time on the screen was the same as the time on the landline, and her hanging heart finally settled down. She slumped to the ground powerlessly.
"It's over, I'm dead, I'm dead."
Because she had arrived in Country C, her phone automatically located to Country C, and the time naturally adjusted to the local time.
She, who had been feeling her heart race and thought she was late, now didn't need to be nervous anymore, because... the fashion show was held in the morning, and now it was evening!
*Bzzzzzz—*
Her phone vibrated non-stop. Seeing the string of missed text messages, Meng Jingwei got up from the ground and burrowed back into the covers.
Oh well, since she was already late, if Lu Sen wanted to make a fuss, she would just let him deduct her salary.
Meng Jingwei despaired, put her phone aside, and stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, suddenly realizing a serious problem.
She and Qing Muye had been on and off, stopping and starting, and it had probably lasted until morning.
And she had slept from morning until almost seven in the evening?
Was her sleep time continuously increasing?