Qing Muye held his rice bowl and chopsticks, facing two dishes and one soup, unsure how to start.
After a long silence, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Next time you treat me, will there even be cabbage?"
"Huh?"
Meng Jingwei blinked, looking down at the two dishes and one soup on the table, feeling truly embarrassed.
She gave a sheepish smile, "How could that be? This is clearly the fault of that stingy owner of Yipinjü. That profiteer, so greedy for money, he deserves to die! People like him should never find a girlfriend in their lives, and be... childless..."
"Me!"
The man opposite her suddenly said.
"You? What about you?" Meng Jingwei was confused, not understanding what Qing Muye meant.
She was a bit tired of talking, so she casually picked up a glass of plain water from the table and took a sip.
At this moment, she heard Qing Muye say, "Yipinjü, I opened it six years ago."
"Pfft... cough, cough, cough, cough... cough, cough, cough... What did you say? Damn, sorry."
Meng Jingwei, who was drinking water, choked and sprayed the water out. It landed squarely on Qing Muye's face.
The man opposite her froze, slowly closed his eyes, his right hand on the table clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white, his subtly trembling hand betraying his inner turmoil.
He swore to heaven that he had never been so disheveled in his life.
Being insulted to his face, and even cursed to be single for life and childless!
It was truly... quite something.
"Cough, cough, cough... You should have said so earlier, how was I supposed to know you were the owner of Yipinjü?"
Meng Jingwei explained while grabbing tissues.
But she still pouted, muttering, "Regardless, the dishes are indeed a bit expensive."
After she finished speaking, she noticed Qing Muye's expression was as dark as ink, resembling the calm before a storm.
Meng Jingwei's heart tightened. She immediately stood up, walked to him, and used tissues to wipe the water from his face, repeatedly apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... ah..."
Before she could finish, Qing Muye grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace, his brow furrowed, "What did you just say? Never find a girlfriend? Child... less, huh?"
Those four words were almost squeezed from between his teeth.
Heaven knew how angry Qing Muye was at that moment.
If it hadn't been Meng Jingwei insulting him, he would probably have been a corpse by now.
Held tightly in his arms, Meng Jingwei swallowed nervously, "Well... it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Hehehe, if I had known Yipinjü was yours, I definitely wouldn't have cursed you. You're so handsome, with kind eyes, you look like a great benefactor. And Yipinjü, it's a membership system, members have to start with tens of thousands to get a card. It looks like a conscientious business, never ripping off the poor!"
Which poor person would get a membership card worth tens of thousands just to eat at a Chinese restaurant?
"Oh really?" The man narrowed his eyes, his sharp, cold gaze fixed on Meng Jingwei, almost as if he wanted to devour her.
"Yes, yes, yes. Of course, I, Meng Jingwei, have never lied."
She wasn't good at flattery, but she had to bow to "evil forces."
She had just insulted Qing Muye's entire ancestry in front of him, and she was afraid the man might want to grind her to dust at this moment.
Meng Jingwei trembled inwardly.
The man's left hand gripped her shoulder tightly, making it impossible for Meng Jingwei to struggle. His right hand hooked her chin, "Do you know, if someone else were as reckless as you, they would have been eleven corpses by now?"
There was no need to doubt this statement at all.
Meng Jingwei believed it one hundred percent.
"I'm different from others," she said, trying to escape while the man loosened his grip. Unexpectedly, the man seemed to know her little thoughts, tightly grasping her waist, leaning in, getting closer and closer.
Meng Jingwei was held horizontally in his arms, looking up at the man drawing nearer. Up close, his tanned skin was handsome and cool, his face clean and smooth, his skin so good that not a single pore was visible, as if flawless white jade.
He was so devilishly handsome, and his skin was excessively good. He must have spent a lot of money on skincare, right?
She subconsciously raised her hand to touch Qing Muye's skin, "So smooth? Qing Muye, what skincare products do you use?"
The conversation took a sharp turn, and Qing Muye was stunned, not reacting for a long time.
However, the next moment, her arms were empty. The little woman quickly escaped his grasp, grabbed her bag, and ran out of the private room like a gust of wind.
The fleeing Meng Jingwei went to the front desk to pay the bill, quickly walked out of Yipinjü, and patted her chest, feeling that the words she had spoken in the private room were truly excessive and courting disaster.
Fortunately, she ran fast enough, otherwise Qing Muye would have killed her?
Meng Jingwei, who had walked a long distance, looked back at the sign of Yipinjü and couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, "Profiteer."
Ring, ring, ring—
Her phone rang suddenly from her bag.
Meng Jingwei finally took out her phone from her bag; it was Shu Yao calling.
"Shu Yao, calling..."
"Ah, Anthony, what are you doing? Let go!"
Just as Meng Jingwei thought Shu Yao was calling her for something, she suddenly heard a hysterical voice from the other end of the phone...
"Anthony, let me go. Doing this in China is illegal."
"Little Yao Yao, I advise you not to resist. Otherwise, your parents in Country C will not fare well."
"What exactly do you want? Anthony, don't go too far! I don't want to marry you, it has nothing to do with my parents. Using them to threaten me, don't you think that's despicable!"
...
On the other end of the phone was the conversation between Shu Yao and Anthony.
From the dialogue alone, Meng Jingwei could feel the pressure emanating from Anthony.
The little prince of the Country C royal family, his power... was self-evident.
Although in China, she could risk her life to save Shu Yao, Shu Yao still wouldn't say where she was, which made her feel helpless.
"You bastard, where are you taking me?"
As if sensing her thoughts, or perhaps Shu Yao had found an opportunity, she questioned Anthony.
"Naturally, I'm taking you home."
"Home? What home? Did you come by private jet?"
At this point, Meng Jingwei's brow furrowed. She immediately muted her phone and flagged down a taxi by the roadside.
"Driver, please take me to Lancheng International Airport."
If Anthony came to China by private jet, he would definitely have to declare his flight path and use international aviation.
Although Lancheng had two airports, one was for domestic flights and the other for international flights.
Meng Jingwei easily deduced where Shu Yao would be taken.
It's just...
Two fists are no match for four hands. Could she really save Shu Yao by herself?
At this moment, Meng Jingwei suddenly thought of someone... Qing Sihui.
"Driver, my phone is out of battery. Could I borrow your phone?" Meng Jingwei made an excuse to borrow the taxi driver's phone.
The kind taxi driver handed her his phone without hesitation.
Meng Jingwei found Qing Sihui's phone number and dialed it.