Qing Muye buried his head in the desk, his gaze fixed on the documents, and asked indifferently, "How is the wedding venue setup progressing?"
"Miss Meng's event planning company has been going all out, and the results... are beyond imagination."
Initially, when the wedding banquet setup was handed over to Meng Jingwei, Song Ci had some concerns and had been secretly observing and following up. He had even prepared an emergency wedding team, but later discovered that Meng Jingwei had taken over an event planning company and submitted a wedding plan to him.
After reviewing it, Song Ci found the plan to be perfect. It wasn't until he saw the finished product of the banquet venue a few hours ago that he was truly blown away.
Qing Muye capped his pen, which he had used to sign his name with flourish, and raised an eyebrow at Song Ci, "Oh? Is that so."
"It's evident that Miss Meng has worked very hard."
"When has she ever not worked hard to earn my money?"
The man curved his lips into a smile, a faint warmth flickering in his eyes.
Thinking of this, Qing Muye suddenly seemed to recall something and asked, "What was her quote?"
"The quote..."
Song Ci paused, then raised his hand to touch his nose, "Three hundred million."
It had to be said, it was a top-tier, magnificent wedding, and the quote was naturally not cheap.
Qing Muye raised his eyebrows and smiled without speaking.
Seeing that his boss remained silent, Song Ci continued, "One hundred and fifty million has been paid upfront, and the remaining balance will be settled after the wedding."
"Mm."
Qing Muye nodded slightly.
He stood up, walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of red wine, and offered a glass to Song Ci.
Casually strolling to the floor-to-ceiling window, he gazed at the night view of Lancheng, falling into silence.
Beside him, Song Ci frowned, glanced at Qing Muye, hesitated for a moment, and then summoned his courage to say, "Boss, after you marry Miss Li, will you be sending Miss Meng away?"
Song Ci's meaning was very clear; he was reminding Qing Muye that after marrying Li Yun'er, he should no longer be concerned about Meng Jingwei.
His words were precisely what Qing Muye was contemplating at that moment.
"Miss Meng has a strong personality and never bows to anyone. After you marry Miss Li, there will be no future for you and her."
Song Ci rarely mentioned Meng Jingwei in front of Qing Muye, but whenever he did, he would analyze the pros and cons.
Qing Muye's expression darkened, and a hint of coldness appeared in his obsidian-like eyes.
Although he disliked Song Ci's words immensely, he had to admit that Song Ci was right.
The man raised his glass, drank the wine in one gulp, set down the glass, took his suit jacket from the hanger, and strode out of the office, leaving behind a single sentence, "You don't need to follow me."
Song Ci, who had just taken a few steps, abruptly stopped.
Qing Muye went downstairs and drove to "Meet Your Beauty" Event Planning Company.
Looking at the three-story event planning company, situated in a secluded location with a simple entrance and unadorned decor, the man chuckled helplessly and shook his head.
This damned woman, she was truly as stingy as could be.
Quoting three hundred million, how much would she make?
Qing Muye pushed open the car door and got out, buttoning his suit jacket before walking into the event planning company.
"Excuse me, sir, our company has already closed... Oh my, you... aren't you Young Master Qing?"
In the first-floor lobby, a busy staff member, about to usher someone out upon seeing someone enter, took a closer look and realized the person who had walked in was Qing Muye.
The man was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, which accentuated his tall frame. Every movement exuded an aristocratic aura, and his stunning face was as flawless as a Greek sculpture, radiating an otherworldly handsomeness that commanded attention.
"Oh my god, President Qing is so handsome."
"Don't call him President Qing, call him Young Master Qing. My heavens, he's simply a god."
"He's even more handsome in person than in pictures."
"Young Master... Young Master Qing, are you looking for our boss?"
Several employees in the lobby hurried forward to greet him.
Qing Muye nodded slightly, "Mm."
"Young Master Qing, please follow me. Our President Meng is upstairs handling work."
An employee made a "please" gesture and led Qing Muye to the office on the second floor.
She pushed open the office door, and the two walked in, only to find Meng Jingwei asleep, her face resting on the desk.
As the employee was about to wake Meng Jingwei, Qing Muye raised his hand to his lips, making a "shushing" gesture. His movements were suave and elegant, possessing an alluring charm.
The female employee was immediately captivated, her cheeks involuntarily flushing.
Qing Muye beckoned the female employee over. The two turned and walked out of the office, and he asked, "Has she been busy lately?"
"Yes, boss hasn't had a good rest for several nights because of the wedding preparations."
"I see. You can go back to work now."
"Alright, Young Master Qing. Would you like some coffee or tea?" the employee asked again.
"I don't need anything. You may go down now."
The man waved his hand, signaling the employee to leave. He then walked into the office, gently closed the door, and sat on the sofa, quietly watching the sleeping woman.
She had already been suffering from insomnia, and coupled with days of not resting properly due to the wedding setup, her sleep was naturally very limited.
Thinking of this, Qing Muye felt a pang of guilt, regretting that he had entrusted the wedding banquet setup to an outsider, which had caused her so much pressure.
He sat for a while. The time had already reached one o'clock, but she still showed no signs of waking up.
Qing Muye walked out of the office, instructed the employees who were working overtime to go home, and then stayed in the office. He took off his jacket and covered Meng Jingwei with it.
It was this small gesture that woke Meng Jingwei up.
"Mmm... How did I fall asleep? What time is it? The wedding venue has been checked... Damn!"
Meng Jingwei mumbled a few words with her eyes closed. When she opened them, she saw Qing Muye's enlarged face right in front of her. Instantly, her sleepiness vanished, and she was terrified out of her wits.
"Qing... Heh, brother, how come you're here?"
Feeling guilty, Meng Jingwei offered a fawning smile and very solicitously called him "brother."
"What, my sister started a company, shouldn't her brother come to visit? Hmm?"
The man rested one hand on the desk and the other on Meng Jingwei's shoulder, smiling meaningfully.
The implication was clear.
Meng Jingwei's heart skipped a beat.
It's over, it's all exposed.
Could this scoundrel be trying to dock her pay?
Meng Jingwei's mind raced. She shook her head and sighed, "Ah, don't even mention it. Initially, I found an event planning company to do your wedding setup. When they heard it was the Qing family, they were afraid that if the wedding venue setup wasn't good, they might offend your Qing family, and perhaps their heads would roll. They were so scared that no one dared to take it. I had no choice but to spend money to take over an event planning company and accept your family's order at the risk of losing my head."
Her explanation was delivered with a straight face and without a flicker of guilt, as if it were the absolute truth.
She secretly praised herself for her cleverness.
"Oh, really."
Qing Muye smiled enigmatically, "Then since it's your company, as a sister, shouldn't you give a discount?"
"A discount?"