"Since it won't stop you from getting the license, why are you in such a hurry?"
Qing Muye smiled and touched her head, "You're acting so impatient. What, are you afraid I'll fall for someone else?"
"Tch, if you really fell for someone else, I'd leave cleanly and decisively with just a word from you."
Meng Jingwei scoffed, her small face looking proud as she spoke.
She was so smug because Meng Jingwei knew Qing Muye loved her, and she was emboldened by his affection.
The smile that had been gracing Qing Muye's face stiffened when he heard this, his smile gradually retracting until it vanished.
"Car... car, look at the car!"
His gaze was fixed on Meng Jingwei, his mind drifting.
Just then, the car in front stopped, and Meng Jingwei, in sheer panic, shouted and pointed ahead.
Snapping back to reality, Qing Muye slammed on the brakes.
Screech—
A sharp, piercing sound rang out. Meng Jingwei's body lurched forward, only to be yanked back by the seatbelt, hitting the back of the seat and feeling dizzy.
"What are you doing? Can't an experienced driver watch the road?"
Meng Jingwei frowned and glared at Qing Muye, scolding him.
She was angry because Qing Muye was driving so carelessly, causing her to worry excessively.
"Are you alright? I was too busy talking to you and wasn't paying attention," Qing Muye offered a casual excuse.
"Be careful, you really scared me to death."
Meng Jingwei clutched her chest, thoroughly frightened.
The traffic light ahead turned green, and the car slowly moved forward.
Qing Muye kept his eyes on the road, not speaking further. A brief silence fell in the car.
Meng Jingwei, sitting in the passenger seat, tilted her head and kept observing Qing Muye. "Is there something you're hiding from me?"
She had a hunch that Qing Muye had something on his mind. "Did that old man say something to you?"
"Hmm? No. Master Shen didn't really talk to me."
"Oh," Meng Jingwei sighed. "My master is just like that. He's indifferent to many people, but he's always kind and upright."
When they returned to the Ye Se apartment, Meng Jingwei held Qing Muye's hand tightly. "We didn't get our license today, let's get it tomorrow."
"Tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday."
"Ah? Then... then never mind. Let's do it on Monday then."
"May ninth? I remember you really dislike the number nine," Qing Muye reminded her.
Meng Jingwei suddenly realized, "That's right, I dislike the number nine the most. I always feel it's unlucky. Then let's do it on May tenth."
As she spoke, she let go of Qing Muye's hand, walked to the sofa, and sat down, leaning wearily against the back of the sofa. She looked up at the ceiling and murmured, "I don't know why they've always been unwilling to approve our marriage."
Vaguely, Meng Jingwei sensed that her adoptive parents were very resistant.
They hadn't disliked Qing Muye before.
Hearing her words, a flicker of light flashed in Qing Muye's eyes. He walked to the side, poured her a glass of hot water, and handed it to her. "Marriage isn't a child's play, they naturally worry. In the end, it's because I haven't been able to give them a sense of security."
"Mmm."
Meng Jingwei nodded heavily, quite agreeing. "You're handsome and rich, and you like me. Isn't this like a Cinderella story? It's no wonder my parents find it hard to believe you."
What is a fairy tale?
It's a fabricated story, just a beautiful wish.
In real life, how many princes fall for a Cinderella?
"In that case, you've definitely come out ahead."
Qing Muye sat beside her, pulling her into his arms. His handsome face, usually with a slight smile, gradually turned serious, and his dark eyes were filled with an unspeakable depth and melancholy.
"So narcissistic."
Meng Jingwei teased, putting down the cup and wrapping her arms around Qing Muye's neck. "I'm so tired, I'm a bit sleepy."
She had always suffered from severe insomnia. Since she got together with Qing Muye, her insomnia had indeed eased, and her complexion had even improved significantly.
"Here, lie on my lap and get some sleep."
He held Meng Jingwei, letting her rest her head on his lap.
Meng Jingwei lay down obediently, her small hand tightly gripping Qing Muye's. "I have a fashion show tomorrow. Can you accompany my parents?"
After signing with Huayu Media, she had been taking leave every few days and felt guilty towards Lu Sen.
However, Lu Sen had been exceptionally caring towards her.
Once, Meng Jingwei had directly questioned Lu Sen, "Mr. Lu, I take leave every few days after starting work, yet not only are you not angry, but you keep giving me resources. Is it because I'm the adopted granddaughter of Mrs. Qing?"
At that time, Meng Jingwei was somewhat upset.
She was inherently strong-willed and wanted to earn rewards through her own abilities, not have a smooth path paved for her because of her status as an adopted granddaughter.
Lu Sen smiled, "Yes, when I initially agreed with Chu Xue to have you come to Huayu Media, it was indeed related to your identity. But later, I felt more that you are a very good prospect, with spirit and talent, someone born to be in this 'profession.' The temperament and nobility you display on the runway, as if bestowed by heaven, make you shine and incredibly captivating."
As Lu Sen spoke, Meng Jingwei stared intently at him, seeing the light and hope in his eyes, the high expectations he had for her.
From then on, Meng Jingwei realized that Lu Sen liked her simply because she was a dazzling star on stage, with immense presence, exceptional beauty, and the added bonus of being the adopted daughter of the Qing family matriarch, which made Lu Sen value her even more.
Therefore, Meng Jingwei became even more dedicated to her work and wouldn't casually dismiss the Qing family.
Tomorrow's fashion show had been decided a week ago. Although it wasn't a major show, she couldn't casually dismiss the Qing family.
"Don't worry, I'll handle Uncle and Aunt properly,"
Qing Muye reassured Meng Jingwei.
...
After a good night's sleep, Meng Jingwei woke up early the next morning. After washing up, she went directly to the hotel where her adoptive parents were staying.
She knocked on the door, and it opened.
Meng Jingwei tilted her head, looking at Du Juan, and smiled, "Mom, good morning."
She walked in and looked around. "Where's Dad? He hasn't gone for breakfast, has he? Qing Muye sent someone to prepare breakfast for you, it will be delivered shortly."
"Your dad is next door, chatting with your master," Du Juan said, combing her hair, and looked at Meng Jingwei, sighing deeply. "You girl, you've really upset your master. Your master said he wasn't feeling well this morning, so your dad went to keep him company."
Meng Jingwei pursed her lips, looking somewhat helpless. She took the comb from Du Juan. "Mom, please sit, I'll comb your hair for you."
She took Du Juan's hand and led her to the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window. Standing behind her, she combed her hair and said, "Mom, I really love Ye. Can't you let me fight for my happiness?"
"Didn't your master agree to it?"
Du Juan spread her hands. "If he hadn't agreed to you, would his heart ache with anger?"