After dinner, the two sat in the private room, their eyes meeting.
Meng Jingwei looked at him, her red lips parting slightly, "We're just sitting here stupidly?"
As she spoke, she suddenly realized that this was considered dating with Qing Muye.
Dating?
Such a subtle feeling.
The man's eyes, filled with a smile, gazed at her. One of his brows arched. Despite being a casual expression, it exuded an extreme allure. "Ah Wei wants to do something. Hmm?"
The word 'do' was drawn out, as if hinting at some information.
Her small face fell, and she glared at him displeasantly, "Qing Muye, I'm warning you, you're in a three-month trial period. If you keep pushing your luck, we can part ways anytime!"
Damn man, can't he live without draining her?
"What, after sleeping with me, you want to turn your back on our agreement?"
His narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, a mischievous smile on his lips.
"You slept with me, and it's good enough I'm not holding you accountable." Meng Jingwei snorted coldly. "Anyway, we're both adults, let's just call it mutual benefit. So, from now on, the three-chapter covenant is in effect. Try touching me without my permission!"
A red card warning.
Seeing Meng Jingwei's slight anger, Qing Muye felt a little guilty and immediately nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to Ah Wei. Then..."
He pondered, what do other people do when they date?
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he suggested, "How about I take you to the movies?"
"Watch a movie?"
Meng Jingwei immediately nodded, "Okay... No, wait."
She shook her head again. "We're too conspicuous. The moment we go out, we'll be recognized. Let's forget it."
"It's fine, I'll book the entire cinema."
"What are you talking about? Watching a movie is all about the atmosphere. What's the point if you book the whole place? Forget it, let's not go."
Her and Qing Muye's identities couldn't be revealed yet, making a trip to the cinema inconvenient.
"Aren't you good at disguise? If you dress up as a man, no one will recognize you."
Qing Muye thought of her disguised as a man before; even Song Jun hadn't recognized her. Others would be even less likely to.
"That's right, that makes sense." Meng Jingwei gave him a thumbs-up, smiling.
Suddenly, her smile froze, and she frowned, looking at him. "You... how did you know I could disguise myself as a man?"
Meng Jingwei suddenly realized, "You were waiting for me at the warehouse entrance before, you knew it was me then, didn't you?"
At that time, she was still wondering why Qing Muye would trust a stranger so much.
Now she understood, he had known her identity all along but had simply chosen not to expose it.
"Sigh, I thought my disguise was successful and you didn't recognize me. It seems my skills are only average." She sighed, a little disappointed.
"Not entirely," Qing Muye said. "At least, Song Jun couldn't recognize you."
"He didn't recognize me?"
"Mhm."
Qing Muye nodded affirmatively.
Thus, the two left the private dining restaurant and drove a sedan to Meng Jingwei's apartment.
But to avoid being seen together, she got out of the car first and went upstairs, with Qing Muye following.
It wasn't until they entered the apartment one after another and closed the door that Meng Jingwei couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile, "This feels like we're secret lovers."
Qing Muye immediately wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace, "If you wish, I can make our relationship public. Will that do?"
Held in his arms, the man lowered his head, his forehead touching hers. Their posture was extremely intimate.
The unique scent of Qing Muye filled her nostrils, inexplicably giving her a sense of peace.
Meng Jingwei shook her head. "Although modern times are not as strict as ancient times, where matching social status is required. However, I don't want to be with you as a Cinderella. When I have enough ability, not necessarily to be your equal, but at least to make something of myself, then we can make our identities public. Okay?"
She was a strong-willed woman and didn't want to face gossip. She also didn't want to be pointed at and told she was 'climbing the social ladder to become a phoenix'.
Since she had agreed to be with Qing Muye, she was destined to bear a lot of pressure.
Meng Jingwei couldn't accept the gossip from outsiders. The only thing she could do was to become stronger, strong enough to match him.
This way, she could shut those people up.
Her words plunged Qing Muye into silence.
Although he knew she was strong-willed, he hadn't expected his identity would cause her so much pressure.
"Okay, I promise you."
He stroked her hair with his large hand. "Whatever my Ah Wei wants, I will do my best to fulfill it."
This one sentence was like a promise.
For Meng Jingwei, Qing Muye's willingness to agree to these things was enough.
"Just having these words is enough."
Meng Jingwei smiled. However, because they were so close, she blinked her thick, long eyelashes, and they brushed against Qing Muye's face like brushes, tickling his cheeks and making him feel a surge of heat uncontrollably.
However, before he could kiss her lips, Meng Jingwei mercilessly pushed him away. "Okay, I need to put on my makeup."
The space in his arms suddenly became empty, and his heart felt hollow, leaving him with an inexplicable sense of loneliness.
Meng Jingwei ignored Qing Muye's dejected expression and turned into the bedroom.
She secretly let out a sigh, patting her chest: Fortunately, she ran fast enough, otherwise, he might have 'unleashed his beastly nature' again.
As she entered the bedroom, Qing Muye stood in the living room, surveying the one-bedroom, one-living room apartment.
The apartment wasn't large, but it was clean and tidy. Although somewhat minimalist, it was very warm.
In comparison, Qing Muye suddenly felt that his villa was so vast it made one feel empty and lonely.
Qing Muye entered the bedroom and saw Meng Jingwei sitting at the vanity, engrossed in her makeup. He didn't want to disturb her, so he sat on the edge of her bed, quietly watching her.
Suddenly, he understood why he had fallen for her.
Because, despite her seemingly slender frame, she was full of mystery and surprises, and possessed an unyielding resilience and strength that was completely absent in pampered young ladies.
Qing Muye sat quietly, waiting for a full forty minutes until she finished her makeup. Then she stood up, found an outfit, and went directly into the bathroom.
Throughout the entire process, Qing Muye didn't have a chance to see her appearance.
Three minutes later, Meng Jingwei walked out. Instantly, a handsome young man with silver-gray short hair, a fair complexion, and chiseled features stood before him.
She wore a crew-neck sweater, an outer layer of men's thickened woolen clothing, a skull necklace around her neck, paired with black outdoor casual pants. The entire ensemble gave her the aura of a sporty, sunny young man.
Radiant and handsome, with a hint of rebelliousness.
Especially the timeless cross earrings on her ears, which added a touch of roguish charm.
It had to be said that her makeup skills were stunning, but her appearance was not something Qing Muye found appealing.
"What's wrong?"
Meng Jingwei looked down at her clothes. "Is there a problem?"