"You're awake?"
A voice suddenly rang out, startling her without warning.
She tilted her head, only then noticing Xiao Cheng curled up on the brown sofa, a bolster draped over him, perhaps from the cold.
"Xiao Cheng, why are you here?"
Meng Jingwei reached out and patted her head. She remembered very clearly that she had drunk too much last night at the Qing family's old mansion. Just as she was about to have a servant drive her home, Qing Sihui said he would drive her. How did she end up with Xiao Cheng now?
"I called you yesterday, and Qing Sihui happened to answer. He didn't know where you lived and had an urgent matter, so he took my car and asked me to drive you back. After I picked you up, I suddenly remembered that you had moved and no longer lived in your old place. There was no other way but to bring you to the hotel."
Xiao Cheng sat up from the sofa, rubbed the back of his neck, "I slept on the sofa all night, my neck hurts."
"Did you possibly strain your neck?"
Meng Jingwei got out of bed with a hint of embarrassment. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital to get it checked?"
He tilted his head and shook his neck. "It's fine, I'll bear with it and it will get better."
Seeing him say that, Meng Jingwei didn't say much more. "Then I'll go wash up first, and then we'll go out for breakfast."
"Okay." He replied.
Meng Jingwei went into the bathroom and stood by the washbasin, washing her hands. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but frown and sigh...
Too careless.
How could she have fallen asleep in Qing Sihui's car after drinking?
And in the end, she didn't even know how she got upstairs.
But fortunately, Xiao Cheng was with her last night. If it had been Qing Sihui, she could barely imagine what would have happened next. It was truly impossible to guard against.
Too careless.
She blamed herself.
After washing up, Xiao Cheng also went to brush his teeth and wash his face. By the time everything was done, it was already 6:30 AM. The two of them went downstairs together to eat.
Since the hotel they stayed at included breakfast, Meng Jingwei pulled Xiao Cheng to dine at the hotel restaurant to save money.
After eating, they parted ways.
Meng Jingwei never told Xiao Cheng where she lived.
After returning home, she changed her clothes and then went to the company.
Knock, knock, knock—
She had been busy at the company until late morning when someone knocked on her office door.
But when the door opened, Shu Yao walked in.
She was holding a shopping bag from a dessert shop, and with a beaming smile, placed the items on her desk, "Here, your little princess brought you something delicious."
"Little princess?"
Meng Jingwei leaned back in her executive chair, curling her lips. "Yuck, don't you find that a bit much?"
"What's wrong? Isn't it nice to hear?" She huffed proudly.
She thought to herself: It actually sounded quite nice when Qing Sihui called her 'Little Princess Yao Yao' that day.
Meng Jingwei picked up the shopping bag and glanced inside. It contained Black Forest cake, Tiramisu, and other very sweet treats.
She raised an eyebrow at Shu Yao. "What good news has made you so happy that you couldn't wait to tell me?"
She was so eager that she came to find her so early in the morning; there must be something happy that made her unable to contain herself.
"Hehehe, you're always so clever."
Shu Yao walked over to the sofa and sat down, hugging a bolster and looking at Meng Jingwei. "I'm in love, haha..."
The sweet and beautiful look in her eyes as she spoke was exactly like the pure and cute innocence of a first love.
Meng Jingwei, who was holding the Tiramisu, paused her actions. "With whom?"
"Aren't you asking the obvious? Could it be with Anthony!"
"Qing Sihui?"
Meng Jingwei's heart skipped a beat, and the Tiramisu in her hand suddenly lost its appeal.
She put the item back into the shopping bag, placed it aside, got up, and walked over to Shu Yao, sitting directly on the low coffee table. She questioned in a deep voice, "When did this happen?"
"Um..." She smiled slyly. "It was actually the night before last. I promised Qing Sihui I wouldn't tell anyone, but you're different. We went through life and death together, so we're like sisters."
Meng Jingwei keenly picked up on the problematic point. "Qing Sihui doesn't want you to tell anyone?"
"Not exactly. It's because I still have a connection with Anthony. I'm worried that if Anthony finds out, he won't let Qing Sihui off the hook. I just want to protect him."
As she said this, she sighed deeply. "I suddenly feel that Qing Sihui... Ah Huai, is so pitiful. He has to date me in secret. But it's already the best that he can accept me. No matter what happens in the future, I won't regret it."
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Meng Jingwei rubbed her forehead. "What do you mean, he can accept you? So, you confessed to him?"
"Mmm-hmm. Yes, I did. That day Anthony came over, and wasn't it he who saved me? To thank him, I invited him to dinner. But I'm used to staying abroad and saying things directly when I like someone. I just didn't expect that he would have feelings for me too."
As she said these words, Shu Yao was immersed in the beautiful fantasy of love, her mind filled with the ambiguous and wonderful moments between her and Qing Sihui the night before.
She had the look of someone experiencing puppy love.
On the contrary, Meng Jingwei's expression was solemn. Instead of being happy about Shu Yao's words, she was preoccupied.
She sighed with a sense of loss and walked to the window.
Shu Yao suddenly came back to her senses. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy that I'm in love? Are you jealous?" She said jokingly.
Meng Jingwei placed her hands in the pockets of her high-waisted pants and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Shu Yao, I told you, Qing Sihui is not a simple person. Did you forget what I said?"
Since Shu Yao considered her a good friend, there were some things she had to tell her.
Originally, Meng Jingwei had thought that Shu Yao only had a slight feeling for Qing Sihui now, and perhaps after a while, the novelty would wear off, and she would forget him.
She hadn't expected things to progress much faster than she imagined, and this foolish woman had actually confessed to Qing Sihui.
"You know, you've experienced too much misfortune in life, which is why you think there are more bad people in the world. But I'm still very touched, after all, you're doing it for my own good."
She smiled innocently and blissfully, still immersed in the sweet bliss of love, unable to calm down for a long time.
Meng Jingwei suddenly felt a sense of futility, like playing the lute to a cow.
She raised her hand and brushed back a strand of hair from her forehead, sighing, "Listen to me, be wary of Qing Sihui. He's not as simple as you think. Have you ever considered that someone who has only been abroad for a short time can become brothers with the C-country's little prince in such a short period? How many people can achieve that, and how many cannot?"
Clinging to the powerful was not a good thing; sometimes it could bring a lot of trouble.
But if one wanted to cling to the powerful, then one naturally had their own schemes.
And as for Qing Sihui, Meng Jingwei leaned more towards the latter.
"Oh, forget it, forget it. I knew I shouldn't have told you these things. If you keep talking about Ah Huai like this, I'll really get angry."
Saying it once or twice, Shu Yao thought nothing of it, but when Meng Jingwei said too much, she became a little impatient.