When he flipped through the "Secret History of the Hidden Clan" and analyzed Meng Jingwei's situation, he finally confirmed that her identity was not simple.
If he guessed correctly, she was the young mistress of the Hidden Clan.
Li Yun'er and Meng Jingwei were twin sisters. If Meng Jingwei was the young mistress of the Hidden Clan, then Li Yun'er must be as well.
Qing Muye even obtained a hair sample from Li Zirui, the youngest son of the Li family, for DNA identification.
The results...
Li Zirui was also not the biological son of Li Fu'an and his wife. His DNA was similar to Meng Jingwei and Li Yun'er.
This meant that the three siblings were not Li Fu'an's children at all, and their true identities were all from the Hidden Clan.
Li Fu'an and his wife were raising two children from the Hidden Clan. What were their identities?
What was Lao Chen's identity?
Did Meng Jingwei's parents know her true identity?
Many questions swirled in Qing Muye's mind. He had collected secrets about the Hidden Clan, but only found some unsubstantiated legends.
This led Qing Muye to speculate whether the Hidden Clan was just a tribe that had long since declined.
He did not know, but he did not stop his investigation.
After a long time, Qing Muye accepted the reality of Meng Jingwei's identity. When he chose to be with her, he had already planned to protect her for a lifetime.
The two drove to Night Color Apartment.
After going upstairs, Meng Jingwei sat on the sofa and sighed, "My parents would have agreed to our marriage, but that old fellow Lao Chen has always objected."
She reached out and hugged a cushion, burying her face in it indignantly. "I just don't understand, what's wrong with you that Lao Chen doesn't like you!"
Having finally found the love of her life, Meng Jingwei was willing to marry Qing Muye.
However, due to Qing Muye's status, they chose to marry in secret.
This way, she would not have to bear the psychological pressure and burden of societal judgment.
Who knew that Lao Chen and the others would directly 'kill' their way to Lancheng to prevent their marriage.
Qing Muye poured Meng Jingwei a cup of hot water and handed it to her. "Drink some water to cool down."
He sat directly beside Meng Jingwei, wrapped an arm around her neck, and pulled her into his embrace. "You are Senior Master Chen's most prized disciple, and he regards you as his own child. Your marriage is naturally important to him."
Meng Jingwei drank the water and placed the cup on the table with a little force, the clatter expressing her dissatisfaction.
"I know he treats me like his own child, but if I want to get married, I'm pursuing my own future happiness. He always obstructs me, so of course I'm angry."
"Don't be angry, don't be angry."
Qing Muye pressed her head, letting her lean on his shoulder. "Good things come to those who wait."
Meng Jingwei suddenly fell silent.
She thought about how, during the New Year, Qing Muye went back to his hometown to chop wood and wash dishes for his parents, humbling himself and making many efforts.
Perhaps good things really do take time. Maybe Lao Chen and her adoptive parents would come and talk to Qing Muye, and then suddenly accept him?
After a long wait of several hours, Meng Jingwei's parents and Lao Chen arrived in Lancheng. Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei personally went to the station to pick them up.
They then went to a private room at Yipinju for a meal.
After ordering, the group sat in the private room waiting for the food.
Sitting beside Qing Muye, Meng Jingwei looked unhappy and lost in thought.
"Uncle, Aunt, Senior Master Chen, you..."
In the silent private room, Qing Muye was the first to break the stiff atmosphere. However, before he could finish speaking, he saw Lao Chen raise his hand to signal him to stop talking.
Qing Muye, respecting his elders, immediately fell silent.
"Young Master Qing, I have a few words to say to my daughter. You see..." Du Juan said tactfully.
"Mm, I was just thinking of going out for a cigarette."
Qing Muye stood up and walked towards the exit.
However, after taking only two steps, Meng Jingwei grabbed his hand. She turned to Qing Muye and said, "Sit down, no need to go out."
Qing Muye was a little surprised by Meng Jingwei's reaction, not expecting the little girl to be quite protective of him.
He looked up and glanced at the three people opposite him. He saw that they were all frowning, as if they had a thousand words to say to Meng Jingwei.
"My stomach feels uncomfortable, I'm going to the restroom."
Qing Muye gave a very forced reason, one that Meng Jingwei couldn't refuse.
"You... alright, alright."
Meng Jingwei reluctantly let go of his hand and watched Qing Muye turn and leave the private room, closing the door behind him.
As the door closed, the private room fell silent once more.
Meng Jingwei, looking displeased, turned to the three people sitting opposite her. "Dad, Mom, Lao Chen. Why have you been preventing me from marrying Qing Muye? Is there something wrong with him?"
"Sigh..."
Du Juan shook her head and sighed. "Daughter, Young Master Qing is not bad. On the contrary, he is too good."
She clapped her hands and then spread them. "You and I came from a poor, remote place. How can we be worthy of his Qing family? Daughter, they say marrying into a wealthy family is like plunging into a deep sea. Mom feels it would be wronging you."
"I agree with your mother. Although Qing Muye is very rich, he is surrounded by beauties, and they are all capable. How can you be confident that you are stronger than others? Conversely, you are beautiful, but how can you be worthy of him? It's not that your mother and I disagree, but marriage is not a child's play; it requires matching social status. Otherwise, you'll be bullied after you marry!"
Meng Tianhua earnestly advised Meng Jingwei.
Lao Chen, sitting beside them, just lowered his head and drank his tea, remaining silent.
Only when he noticed Meng Jingwei's unwavering gaze did he put down his cup and clear his throat. "You and he will have no future."
His tone was serious, his words resolute.
Meng Jingwei stared intently at Lao Chen, finding his words increasingly thought-provoking.
Even if he said he didn't like Qing Muye, or that Qing Muye was unreliable, it would have been normal.
Recalling Lao Chen's various mysterious behaviors, Meng Jingwei felt a sudden unease.
"Whether there is a future or not, my marriage is my own decision."
Meng Jingwei's attitude was firm. "I like him, and I want to marry him. However, I don't want to reveal it to the public yet; I just want to marry him in secret. Also, I know you will definitely say this is the wrong choice, but..."
She paused, her gaze resolute, and said, "There are only two possible outcomes: either good or bad. Each with a fifty percent chance, why must you assume it will be a bad outcome!"
"You're just going to bang your head against the wall until you break!"
Meng Tianhua took a sip of hot water, took a deep breath, and let out a heavy sigh.
"Dad, Mom, I have never disobeyed you since I was little, nor have I ever made you worry. Before deciding to marry Qing Muye, I thought a lot, even considered giving up. But there are many things you don't know. During these days, I have experienced a lot. Almost every time I encountered danger, it was Qing Muye who saved me at all costs, even disregarding his own life."
Meng Jingwei spoke frankly, hoping to persuade them with emotion and reason.