As the future heir of the Qing family, his wife must be presentable, have a certain family background, and be a suitable match.
This was the rule.
Qing Muye remained silent after being scolded by Meng Jingwei.
"Turn right at the front, Lao Wang's barbecue stall."
Meng Jingwei said angrily.
The car stopped, and the two of them got out and headed straight for Lao Wang's barbecue stall.
At one o'clock in the morning, there were not many people at the barbecue stall.
The two sat outside, casually ordered a stew and some grilled skewers, and two dozen beers, and started drinking.
Qing Muye had never been to such a humble roadside stall, and even found it somewhat dirty.
But for some reason, he didn't feel that way now.
As if the person sitting in front of him was her, everything was beautiful.
Meng Jingwei opened two bottles of beer, handed one to Qing Muye, and then took one for herself. She raised it and drank it down in gulps.
"Beer is tasteless, boss, give us two bottles of Jiang Xiaobai."
Meng Jingwei pouted unhappily. Perhaps her mood was affected by Qing Muye, and she was feeling very displeased.
The boss responded and brought over a few bottles of white wine.
Qing Muye drank with her, but after just one sip, he found the poor-quality white wine spicy and unpleasant to drink.
But he didn't complain and quietly accompanied Meng Jingwei.
"Qing Muye, you're as annoying as your fiancée. You think you're great just because you're rich and powerful, controlling other people's lives."
Drunk courage.
After a few sips of white wine, Meng Jingwei pointed at Qing Muye and scolded him.
The man picked up chopsticks, picked up some edamame, and took a bite. Surprisingly, he found his appetite to be good, and it was a perfect dish to go with the drinks.
He listened to Meng Jingwei's words, unsure how to respond.
Soon, the grilled skewers were delivered. Qing Muye looked at the skewers covered in seasoning, frowned, and ultimately did not touch them.
Seeing his disdainful look, Meng Jingwei rolled her eyes at him, "What are you looking at? Eat. It's just a roadside stall, it's not poisoned, is it?"
She handed Qing Muye a lamb skewer, "Here, try it, I guarantee you won't die after eating it!"
For some reason, seeing Qing Muye's proud demeanor made her angry.
Qing Muye was somewhat repulsed. His dark eyebrows furrowed like twisted ropes. After hesitating for a long time, he finally reached out and took the lamb skewer she offered, taking a bite.
The moment it entered his mouth, there was a strong flavor of seasoning. As he savored it, he realized the taste was exceptionally unique.
Only then did he understand why so many people enjoyed eating skewers; the taste was indeed very good.
"How is it, is it delicious?" she asked, tilting her head.
Qing Muye nodded, "It's alright."
"Tch, I knew it. It's not poisoned, so why couldn't you eat it?"
Meng Jingwei held a skewer in one hand and raised a bottle of Jiang Xiaobai in the other, clinking glasses with him. "Come, cheers, and congratulations in advance for your... wedding."
"Mm."
"Come, another toast for you. You're my brother, and a big shot, remember to pay the bill tomorrow, or we'll fall out."
"Okay."
"What's 'okay'? Qing Muye, can't you speak? It's so boring talking to you."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Talk... talk about your uncle, I'm so annoyed."
Some people, as they chat, end up completely falling apart.
Meng Jingwei was greatly angered by Qing Muye and drank profusely.
Before long, they had finished four bottles of Jiang Xiaobai, and she asked the boss for a few more bottles.
Autumn had arrived, and the nights were cool. It was rare for the two of them to sit down and eat together.
Qing Muye's thoughts were heavy. Every time he looked up at Meng Jingwei, he felt as if a stone was stuck in his chest, weighing heavily on his heart.
He had never felt such a suffocating pain before.
Qing Muye had never wanted to possess the little woman in front of him so desperately as he did at this moment.
But knowing he liked her, he dared not forcefully possess her.
Because, Meng Jingwei had said that people like him were scumbags.
He didn't want to be a scumbag in her eyes.
The two of them drank until past two o'clock and both got drunk.
"Let's go home."
Qing Muye said.
"It's time to go home, otherwise it will delay your wedding tomorrow."
She got up and went to pay the bill.
They got into the car. He drove her back and asked, "Where do you live?"
He thought Meng Jingwei was only living at the company because she was busy with work, unaware that she had no place to stay.
"To the company, where else can I go?"
Meng Jingwei mumbled, her eyes closed, in the passenger seat.
"Tomorrow I will have Song Ci supervise the wedding venue. You don't need to worry too much. I'll take you back to rest."
"Go back where? I have nowhere to live but the company."
She said she had nowhere to live.
Qing Muye's heart sank, and he finally took her back to the Nightfall apartment.
As they drove to the Nightfall company parking lot, Meng Jingwei had fallen asleep in the passenger seat when they got out of the car.
The man walked around to the passenger side, unbuckled her seatbelt, and carried her upstairs.
The elevator slowly ascended from the second basement level. He held the sleeping woman in his arms, looking at her flushed cheeks as she slept obediently against his chest, like a docile kitten.
Ding—
The elevator reached the top floor. He walked out and entered the apartment lobby, carrying her to a room.
But he entered his master bedroom.
He gently placed the little woman on the bed. She turned over, her legs resting on the quilt, finding a comfortable position to continue sleeping.
Qing Muye stood beside her, watching her quietly.
At that moment, every fiber of his being was screaming, disordering his thoughts.
He leaned beside her and put his arm around her.
The woman stirred in bed, turning to face Qing Muye, her legs pressing against him, her little head nuzzling against his chest, finding a comfortable angle to continue sleeping.
The faint, subtle fragrance of the woman's body wafted into his nostrils. Qing Muye held her, but felt his body becoming hotter, an uncontrollable urge to possess her wildly surging.
He leaned down, looked at her red lips, and kissed her.
Her lips were soft and sweet, like a poppy, drawing him in deeply.
"Mmm... go away..."
Meng Jingwei moaned, stirred, and continued to sleep.
Qing Muye released her, raised his hand to cover her cheek, brushed away the messy strands of hair from her forehead, and couldn't help but say, "Awei, after tomorrow, I'll send you away, okay?"
If Meng Jingwei was willing, he could marry her against everyone's objections.
However, Meng Jingwei never loved him.
If he were to force her for his own selfish desires, Qing Muye could not bear it.
He did not want to see Meng Jingwei unhappy and dejected.
But he also did not want to suffer emotional torment and torture himself, fearing that one day he might lose control and harm her.
Therefore, the best way was to send her away.
Qing Muye was increasingly aware that his emotions became more uncontrollable when facing Meng Jingwei!
"Mmm... no..."
The little woman in his arms either muttered in her sleep or, perhaps, understood his words, and responded with a "no."
"Do you... do you know that if I continue to stay, I will hurt you someday?"
The man spoke the words hidden in his heart, and only dared to say them while she was asleep.
"If... if Li Yun'er hadn't saved me back then; if I hadn't gotten drunk and messed around when I went to Country C that time, and she hadn't gotten pregnant, perhaps, I wouldn't have married her."