"You…"
Meng Jingwei gazed at Qing Muye, her eyes as bright as stars, with a watery shimmer, "Have a safe trip."
She didn't know what to say, or rather, she had a thousand things she wanted to say, but as they reached her lips, she swallowed them back.
"What, is there nothing you want to say to me?"
The man looked down at Meng Jingwei, nestled in the bedding, and reached out to pinch her nose, "Hmm?"
The overly intimate gesture caused Meng Jingwei's fair, tender skin, like fine white jade, to bloom with a blush, "No."
It wasn't that there was nothing, but rather that there were too many things she wanted to say, and she didn't know which one would be appropriate at that moment.
Not getting the answer he wanted, Qing Muye's handsome face, as beautiful as Pan An, was filled with displeasure.
His thin lips parted slightly, and his long, slender fingers pointed at her face, unable to speak for a long time.
They looked at each other for a moment, and the man sighed faintly, "Since there's nothing, then... I'll go."
He got up and walked out without looking back.
"Wait."
Meng Jingwei sat up and grabbed his hand, "How long will you be gone?"
It was an accident that she agreed to be with Qing Muye yesterday.
But after a night of tenderness, she found herself growing dependent on this man. Seeing him about to leave, her heart was filled with reluctance, yet she couldn't bring herself to say it.
The man paused, turned his head slightly, and glanced at the woman behind him from the corner of his eye, "When do you want me to come back?"
Meng Jingwei thought for a moment, her willow-leaf brows furrowed, "Work is important, take good care of yourself. Let me know when you arrive."
Hearing her words, Qing Muye took a deep breath and slowly closed his captivating phoenix eyes.
The next moment, he spun around abruptly, pressing down on the young woman over the bedding. He crooked his index finger and lifted her chin, "Anything else besides that?"
Seeing his slightly angry expression, Meng Jingwei immediately understood his meaning, but she deliberately feigned ignorance, "What else? Nothing."
"Nothing?"
Meng Jingwei thought 'seriously' and nodded with certainty, "Nothing. Oh, no, there is something."
As soon as she said 'something,' the man's sexy lips curved into a smile, "What is it?"
Then she heard Meng Jingwei say, "Last night there was heavy snow, and the roads were icy and difficult to travel. You need to leave quickly, or you'll miss your flight."
The moment Meng Jingwei finished speaking, Qing Muye's handsome face lost its smile at a speed visible to the naked eye. His expression tightened, and his clear black and white eyes stared at her, a hint of coldness flashing in their depths.
Meng Jingwei: "..."
Uh oh, he seems angry.
She grinned, "Qing Muye, don't, don't stare at me like that, it's creepy."
The man wrapped his arm around her neck, leaned down, and rested his forehead against hers, their noses touching intimately. He said word by word, "Was I too gentle with you last night, hmm?"
His eyelids narrowed, his captivating phoenix eyes conveying a playful smile and a subtle warning, "Believe it or not, I'll take you right now?"
Meng Jingwei grabbed his hand and shook her head, "Grandma is still here. If she knew you'd lay 'poisonous hands' on your god-sister, she'd break your dog legs in a fit of rage."
"What? Break what? Say it again, I didn't hear you."
"Hehehe, you're my god-brother. If you'd lay poisonous hands on your god-sister, Grandma would kill you. That... goes against natural law."
Meng Jingwei said with a forced smile.
"Do you know where this is?"
"The old mansion."
"This is in the most secluded courtyard of the old mansion. Forget Grandma, even the servants rarely come here."
Meng Jingwei didn't know that after their passionate night, Qing Muye had brought her to the side courtyard, fearing discovery by Grandma, Qing Sihui, and Shu Yao.
He had promised Meng Jingwei to keep their relationship hidden and naturally understood the need to avoid suspicion.
Meng Jingwei was so 'frightened' by Qing Muye that she dared not breathe. Before she could speak, she heard Qing Muye's phone ring.
Then, Song Jun's voice could be vaguely heard from the other end of the call.
Because they were so close, Meng Jingwei could still hear some of the sounds from the phone.
"Mr. Qing, we should depart."
Song Jun reminded him.
Then he heard him say indifferently, "Change the flight to tomorrow. There's an urgent matter to deal with today." With that, he hung up the phone.
Meng Jingwei clutched the bedding tightly, her heart filled with anxiety, "Qing Muye, no... Brother, work is important, work is important."
"Brother?"
What the hell, brother!
Qing Muye's face was as dark as ink. He gently squeezed her cheeks with his powerful hands and said word by word, "Listen carefully, I am your man, not your... brother! If you ever dare to call me 'brother' again, I won't guarantee what I might do."
"But... I'm Grandma's god-granddaughter, so you are my brother."
Meng Jingwei kept pushing her luck, dangerously provoking Qing Muye's limits.
"Meng, Jing, Wei!"
He uttered her name, his voice powerful and resonant, almost making her feel the man gritting his teeth, his words forced through them.
"I... Ah! What are you doing?"
Qing Muye threw off the bedding and crawled in.
This time, he gave Meng Jingwei no chance to resist and dealt with her fiercely.
The vast Qing family mansion, secluded and rarely frequented, and with Qing Muye's specific instructions, naturally no one would appear here.
Thus, that morning, Qing Muye used his 'ability' to issue a stern warning to Meng Jingwei.
Exhausted after being tossed around all morning, the young woman lay in his arms, asleep from exhaustion.
Opening her eyes, her mind was still blank, but her brain had already given a command. Feeling as if she were being watched, she suddenly lifted her leg and kicked him out!
Bang—
A dull thud echoed from the bedroom, accompanied by a soft cry from the man.
Meng Jingwei sat up and realized that the person she had kicked off the bed was... Qing Muye!
"You... you... why are you here? What did you do to me?"
She wrapped the duvet tighter around herself, her mind conjuring all sorts of images.
Having known Qing Muye for so long, she never knew this scoundrel had so many tricks up his sleeve and liked to try new things.
The man sat on the floor in disarray, his forehead hair drooping messily over his eyes, obscuring the sharp and terrifying gaze within.
He raised the ointment in his hand, "I'll apply... medicine to you again!"
Yes.
Unable to withstand the rough treatment, she had some redness and swelling there, so he had ordered some ointment. Seeing that she was asleep, he had thoughtfully applied it to her.
But heaven knew, halfway through applying the ointment, that oblivious woman had kicked him directly in the face!
Yes, in the face!
Qing Muye swore to heaven that he had never suffered such humiliation in his life.
Utter, utter humiliation!