She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Could curing insomnia really be related to this?
Oh my god, she couldn't bear to live anymore.
It was too embarrassing!
Meng Jingwei couldn't believe such a thing and decided to pay more attention later to see if it was truly related.
After a moment, she felt a bit hungry. She got up, washed up, and changed her clothes.
Fortunately, Qing Muye, mindful of her current status as a model, hadn't left any hickeys on her, or she would have been too ashamed to face anyone.
She asked the customer service department to send up dinner. While eating, Meng Jingwei scrolled through her message records and learned that Su Meiyi had already taken the last evening flight back to Lancheng.
She had no choice but to book a ticket for the next day.
The next day, she took a flight back to China and arrived in Lancheng at 7 AM Lancheng time.
The temperature in Lancheng was extremely low. Meng Jingwei shivered, pulling her trench coat tighter.
As soon as she reached the airport entrance, she saw a car parked at the entrance. A man was leaning against the car door.
Qing Muye!
Meng Jingwei looked at Qing Muye, and he was also looking at her.
Their eyes met. The little woman shot him a glare, then immediately grabbed her luggage and turned left towards the taxi waiting area.
A taxi stopped. She opened the door and got in. Just as she was about to close the door, Qing Muye also squeezed in, holding a bouquet of flowers.
"What are you doing getting in here?"
Meng Jingwei frowned and said to the taxi driver, "Driver, I don't know this person. Can you ask him to get out?"
The taxi driver glanced at them through the rearview mirror and asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to Hua Yu Media."
"I'm going the same way."
They both said in unison.
The taxi driver sighed and said, "Miss, it's hard to make money these days. I'm already giving you both a discount since I'm going the same way. Don't kick him out. There are few taxis at this hour."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
Just as she was about to refuse, the driver stepped on the gas and they were off.
"Awei, this is for you."
Qing Muye shoved the flowers into Meng Jingwei's hands.
"I don't..."
She was about to throw the flowers away, but Qing Muye directly pressed her hands down. "I cut these roses from the greenhouse at the old house. It would be a shame to throw them away."
"What does that have to do with me!"
Meng Jingwei glared at him. "Stay away from me. If you get any closer, believe it or not, I'll call the police and accuse you of assault?!"
Her face was cold, and she was completely consumed by anger, much like an angry bird.
Seeing her so annoyed, Qing Muye felt both amused and heartache.
"What do I need to do for you to forgive me?" he asked.
At that moment, the taxi driver threw his head back and laughed, "Hahaha, I knew you two looked like a good match. I didn't expect you to be a couple. Let me tell you, couples fight, but they always make up. There's nothing that can't be overcome."
Meng Jingwei pouted and turned her head to look out the window without speaking.
She thought to herself, what do you know!
"I'll say it again, stay away from me!"
She was furious and showed no goodwill towards Qing Muye.
"You don't need to be angry. I've already asked for leave for you from Lu Sen. Lu Sen won't deduct your salary. He's also given you three days off, so you can rest well at home."
Yesterday, he had indeed been very angry and had tormented her severely. But afterward, Qing Muye felt sorry for Meng Jingwei.
He contacted Lu Sen and asked him to give Meng Jingwei a few days off.
"Qing Muye, I was very clear when we first met. I don't want you interfering with my work. What are you doing now?"
If Meng Jingwei was merely sulking before, Qing Muye's actions now had completely crossed her bottom line.
The incident with the Kai Xie wedding company earlier had made Meng Jingwei realize many things: her current identity could not be publicly revealed in relation to Qing Muye.
Otherwise, it would attract a lot of criticism from many people.
They would say she had climbed her way up to become a phoenix, or that she had seduced Qing Muye to successfully marry into wealth, or even that she had broken up Li Yun'er and Qing Muye, becoming a homewrecker.
And so on.
In short, there would be many unpleasant words.
Meng Jingwei had heard them all too often. Although she wasn't as angry as she was at the beginning, each word was like a dagger piercing her heart, causing her to suffocate.
She was a strong-willed woman who didn't want to depend on anyone. Even for her future partner, she wanted to become more outstanding herself to be worthy of being with him.
"Awei, I..."
Qing Muye, who was usually condescending and only berated others, had never been treated with such disdain and anger before.
But he felt inexplicably guilty. He gazed at Meng Jingwei with gentle eyes and chose to remain silent.
She was right; he had overstepped.
"Stop the car!"
Meng Jingwei said to the taxi driver.
The taxi driver, a middle-aged man who knew the couple was arguing, didn't stop but tried to mediate, "Oh, miss, I think your husband is doing it for your own good. Although interfering in your affairs is wrong, it's not a serious offense."
"I said, stop!"
Meng Jingwei's expression darkened, and she raised her voice. "Stop the car!"
She ordered coldly, but the taxi driver still didn't stop. Qing Muye, understanding Meng Jingwei's personality too well, said to the driver, "Please stop the car."
"Yes, alright."
The taxi driver sensed the tense atmosphere between the two behind him and immediately pulled over to the side of the road.
As soon as the car stopped, Meng Jingwei reached for the armrest to get out. Qing Muye stopped her. "You go back. I'll get out."
His handsome face showed a hint of helplessness. He gave Meng Jingwei a meaningful look, opened the door, and got out.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood firm, a bouquet of flowers was thrown out by Meng Jingwei. She then grabbed the door handle and slammed the door shut with a bang, "Driver, drive!"
Although the driver intended to mediate, sometimes they couldn't say too much, so he started the car and slowly drove away.
Qing Muye stood on the roadside. The cold wind blew fiercely, sharp as knives against his face, causing pain.
He took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket, put one in his mouth, lit it, and smoked silently.
As he walked and smoked, his heart was filled with a thousand emotions.
He knew that Meng Jingwei was truly angry.
Even though it was a small matter, Qing Muye knew he had crossed her bottom line.
If he had known Meng Jingwei was strong-willed before, he now truly understood that this woman was exceptionally strong-willed.
This suddenly made Qing Muye worried, fearing that her excessive concern for what others thought might make it difficult for them to be together.
Qing Muye frowned, thinking to himself, would things be different if Awei were pregnant?
With this thought, Qing Muye immediately made a phone call to Tang Si.
"Second Brother, what is it?"
When the call connected, Tang Si on the other end yawned and mumbled, "Calling so early in the morning, disturbing my sleep."
"How can I get pregnant quickly?"