"Alas, don't mention it. I just sent him away in anger," Meng Jingwei said, collapsing back with exhaustion and staring blankly at the ceiling.
"What happened? What awful thing did you do to make Qing Muye leave in a huff?"
Shu Yao's gossip instincts kicked in, eager to hear the details. At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten her own predicament.
Meng Jingwei sighed, "How should I put it. He suddenly came to Country C, called me to ask who I was eating with, and I lied and said I was eating with Su Meiyi. Then a friend drove me back, and he found out, so he got angry."
"That's it? That can't be right."
"Let me think… Oh, after I got out of the car, I hugged my friend. Oh, and he lightly tapped my forehead. That's all."
"That shouldn't be the reason. Who is this friend that makes Qing Muye jealous? Besides, you've never been to Country C, how do you have friends?" Shu Yao brought up a crucial point.
Meng Jingwei had no choice but to tell the truth, "Ji Lanfeng."
"Ji Lanfeng? You mean that super superstar Ji Lanfeng?"
"Yes."
"Wow, when did you get to know such a handsome guy? He's known in the entertainment industry for having both looks and talent, being gentle and handsome, and having no scandals whatsoever."
Shu Yao said, smacking her lips, "Tsk tsk tsk… No wonder Qing Muye would get jealous. Ji Lanfeng never has any gossip, yet he's hugging and kissing you, it's no wonder Qing Muye would overthink things."
Little did anyone know, Ji Lanfeng was a breath of fresh air in the entertainment industry, and the only male star with more male fans than female fans. He was low-key and approachable, dedicated to public welfare and charity, and appeared in very few films, but each one was a box office hit.
"Uh… this, is it my fault then?"
Meng Jingwei played with her hair, thought for a moment, and then added, "Once I joked with him and said my first love was Ji Lanfeng, and I even made up wild stories, saying I'd slept with Ji Lanfeng. He… he wouldn't take it seriously, would he?" She had indeed said such nonsensical things in the underground palace that time.
"You're done for, Weiwei, you're completely done for," Shu Yao sighed heavily. "You've forcefully snapped the red thread that fate tied for you, you're amazing, truly amazing!"
Meng Jingwei: "Is it… that exaggerated?"
She thought about it over and over, and felt that Qing Muye wouldn't get angry over such a trivial matter. After all, he knew her first love was Han Junyan. But Qing Muye had just said that Ji Lanfeng might be her boyfriend after her first love. Thinking about it carefully, he had traveled thousands of miles from Lancheng to Country C just to see her, and she had cruelly deceived him. This matter seemed a bit too much.
"Then what should I do?"
"Apologize, of course! Why else would you call him for an apology?"
"Alright, then I'll call him first." As Meng Jingwei spoke, she was about to hang up when she suddenly asked, "By the way, I haven't asked why you called me."
"It's nothing. I just found out that Anthony arrested Sheng Sihai." Shu Yao still loved Sheng Sihai, especially since he was the father of the child in her womb. She was momentarily indecisive.
"What do you mean, you still plan to keep the baby?"
"The baby is already two months old, and I want to keep him. Sheng Sihai is wrong, but the baby is innocent." Shu Yao couldn't help but sigh as she spoke.
Meng Jingwei sensed from her sigh that she was still hesitant about whether to keep the child. Otherwise, after two days had passed, if Shu Yao truly didn't want to keep the baby, she would have likely gone for an abortion already.
"Shu Yao, I won't interfere with your decision. But you should be well aware of what you'll face once the child is born, what your parents will have to face, or whether Anthony will accept this child's existence, even if you don't plan to marry Anthony!" Meng Jingwei hinted.
As soon as her words fell, Shu Yao fell silent on the other end of the phone. Meng Jingwei then said, "I'll call you back later. I'm going to call Qing Muye first." With that, she hung up.
She immediately dialed Qing Muye's number, and the phone began to ring. Meng Jingwei was surprised to faintly hear the ringing and got out of bed, following the sound to the suite door. Tilting her head, she pressed her ear against the door and clearly heard the ringing coming from outside. She wondered curiously, what was Qing Muye doing outside?
She hung up her phone, and the ringing outside stopped. She immediately opened the door, and what greeted her was not Qing Muye's face, but… a huge bouquet of vibrant red roses.
"Awei, happy birthday."
Qing Muye stood directly opposite her, his eyes looking at her warmly, with a doting smile. The sudden turn of events left Meng Jingwei stunned for a long time. Her eyes, filled with gratitude and guilt, flickered, and her red lips pursed, "You…"
Her throat felt sore, and Meng Jingwei was too touched to speak, merely lowering her head to look at the large bouquet of bright red roses in front of her, exuding a unique rose fragrance that was refreshing.
"Thank you."
She took the flowers and held them in her arms, her small face flushing slightly, "Are you… not angry with me anymore? My attitude just now was very bad."
Qing Muye's baseball cap was gone. He raised his hand and brushed his bangs, raising an eyebrow, "I believe you." Since he had chosen Meng Jingwei, he naturally believed her. Although he had seen that scene just now, the flames of jealousy were burning fiercely within him, but the man had already thought of another way to properly punish her.
"You came all the way from Lancheng just to celebrate my birthday?"
"What else?"
"A'ye, thank you."
Meng Jingwei grabbed Qing Muye's hand and pulled him into the suite. The man closed the door behind them. Once inside, Meng Jingwei directly threw the flowers onto the sofa, turned, hugged him, and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. This主动 (zhǔdòng - proactive/主动的) kiss warmed Qing Muye's slightly cold heart. The man put one arm around her waist, walked her forward a few steps, placed the cake in his hand on the table, and then, carrying her, placed her directly on the bed and returned an even more passionate kiss.
Just as the two of them were getting intimate, knock, knock, knock—
There was a knock on the door from outside, disturbing their mood. Qing Muye's handsome face darkened, and a lingering gloom in his pupils. The expression amused Meng Jingwei, who couldn't help but chuckle. She pushed Qing Muye back slightly, "Get up, I'll go see."
"No need to pay attention!" Qing Muye raised his hand, picked up the remote control, and closed the hotel curtains. Holding Meng Jingwei, he leaned down and kissed her again.
Ring, ring, ring—
Coincidentally, Meng Jingwei's phone rang. She picked up her phone and saw that the screen clearly displayed—Ji Lanfeng! The little woman smiled sheepishly, "Let me take this call." As soon as she finished speaking, Qing Muye snatched the phone, answered it, and put it on speaker.
"You old witch, I just remembered today is your birthday. Sorry, I was negligent. However, I've arranged for a gift to be prepared in the guest room, go and open the door."