“I can’t sleep, I want to go for a walk.”
Meng Jingwei pretended to be relaxed, chatting with Qing Muye, trying to hide her inner oppression.
So many things had happened in the past few days, she was truly tired.
With that, she turned around and left, her phone in hand.
Watching her leave, Qing Muye did not follow.
She needed personal space.
Meng Jingwei left the apartment and hailed a taxi by the roadside. “Driver, take me to Fenan Street.”
The taxi started slowly, heading straight for its destination.
It was late at night, and there were few cars on the street, so the speed was fast. A journey that normally took an hour was completed in thirty minutes.
After paying and getting out of the car, Meng Jingwei stood in the center of Fenan Street. Under the colorful flashing lights, a group of wild and unrestrained youths were dancing freely. A super energetic Big Bang song, "Fantastic Baby," accompanied by deafening DJ music, pushed the atmosphere to its peak.
Boom shakalaka boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka
Dandandandandance
...
Meng Jingwei swayed her head gently to the rhythm of the music, thoroughly enjoying the moment of relaxation.
Fenan Street was located on the outskirts of the city and was also a carnival ground for motorcycle enthusiasts.
Immersed in the noisy square, Meng Jingwei tried her best to forget all her worries.
By the time one song finished, a group of people stepped back, revealing a row of over a dozen motorcycles. Their owners were either handsome, devilishly charming, or foreign heartthrobs, quite a feast for the eyes.
A hot beauty in a bikini walked to the front of the motorcycles, holding a small flag and shouting, "Five, four, three..."
The sexy beauty counted down, and the motorcycles had already revved up their engines, emitting a piercing hum that strangely excited the listeners.
"Two, one!"
As the last number fell, the sexy beauty’s flag-waving hand swept down, and the motorcycles shot out like arrows released from a bow.
"Wow, go!"
"Brother Che is awesome, Brother Che is number one!"
"Go, we'll wait for you here!"
"Damn, that's so cool."
...
The dozen motorcycles sped away like a street explosion, gradually disappearing from sight.
Meng Jingwei walked to a small convenience store nearby, bought a beer, and sat down. Watching the energetic youths fooling around, she felt much better.
She sat on the curb, holding a bag of spicy strips in one hand and a can of beer in the other. As she ate, she glanced sideways and seemed to see a familiar figure.
Meng Jingwei was stunned. "Is that… Old Chen Tou?"
How could it be?
How could her master be here?
Meng Jingwei directly threw the things in her hand into the trash can nearby, got up, and quickly walked across the road, following the person in the black robe.
However, the person walked too fast, entered an alley, and finally disappeared into the twilight at the corner.
"Where did he go?"
Meng Jingwei looked around, searched, but couldn't find her master's figure at all.
She rubbed her eyes. "Did I see wrong..."
"Meng Jingwei, is that really you?"
Just as she stood there in a daze, someone suddenly patted her shoulder from behind.
She turned around and felt a pang of suppression. "Qing… Si Huai? What a coincidence."
It was already past midnight, and Meng Jingwei never expected to run into Qing Si Huai here.
With that, she immediately reached up to touch her face, knitted her brows, and touched the wig on her head. "I'm in disguise like this, and you can still recognize me?"
Was her makeup skill too bad, or was Qing Si Huai all-seeing?
Qing Si Huai in front of her was wearing a white shirt, a black leather vest, a thick skull necklace around his neck, paired with loose, ripped jeans. This made his bearded face look even more devilishly handsome.
Handsome, cool, and arrogant!
He was a fashion trendsetter.
Although he was seven years older than Qing Muye, there were no traces of time on his face.
"I've been watching you in the square for a while, and that's when I confirmed it was you."
Qing Si Huai took a step back, sizing up Meng Jingwei from head to toe, and couldn't help but chuckle, "This getup..."
He stopped short of finishing his sentence.
"Me, what's wrong with me? Am I very ugly? Haha."
"No, it's very individual. I like it."
Qing Si Huai, who had lived abroad for many years, spoke very directly.
Meng Jingwei pursed her lips and smiled, feeling a little embarrassed, so she deliberately changed the subject. "By the way, how is Grandma?"
"She's very well, no problem."
"Oh, that's good." Meng Jingwei nodded, sighed, and then said, "I'm sorry about what happened at the wedding. I..."
"Those things have nothing to do with me, you don't need to explain."
Qing Si Huai interrupted Meng Jingwei and took her hand. "Since you're here at Fenan Street, it means you like motorcycles. I just bought a new Harley, let me take you for a ride."
He walked ahead, and Meng Jingwei followed. Her gaze was fixed on his clasped hand, her mind blank, almost automatically blocking out Qing Si Huai's words.
"Uh... that, okay... okay."
Meng Jingwei stammered a reply, quietly withdrew her hand, "I was actually looking for a car to go for a ride."
"Fate."
Qing Si Huai's lips curved slightly, a devilish smile, his smile sexy and alluring.
Such a man, mature and steady, with a touch of devilish sexiness, was exceptionally charming.
But at the same time, she also knew that Qing Si Huai was a dangerous person and needed to stay away.
"You and Muye have a good relationship?"
They walked and chatted.
Although Qing Si Huai asked with a smile, Meng Jingwei was extremely cautious about every question he asked.
She shook her head, "Just ordinary friends. If it weren't for Grandma liking me, I probably wouldn't have any contact with him."
They walked to the side of the square, and Qing Si Huai pointed to the black Harley motorcycle. The model was very cool, the latest limited edition motorcycle released this year, and the price... astonishing.
Meng Jingwei circled the motorcycle. "This is the latest release, a globally limited edition H..."
Vroom—
A sudden roar of a motorcycle engine interrupted Meng Jingwei's words.
When she looked up, a sapphire blue Harley motorcycle had stopped in front of her.
The motorcycle was parked diagonally. The man on the bike took off his helmet, raised his hand to sweep his bangs, revealing his handsome face.
"Didn't you want to go for a ride? Let's go."
The man looked at Meng Jingwei, tilted his head slightly, signaling her to get on the bike.
"Qing Muye, why are you here?"
Meng Jingwei was extremely surprised, unable to understand why Qing Muye would appear here.
He was wearing gray dress pants, a white shirt with a black vest, and a casual black and white checkered tie, dressed like a typical business elite. However, paired with that domineering motorcycle, he looked incredibly cool.
Her question was not answered by Qing Muye. Instead, he lifted his long legs and got off the bike, placing the helmet on the vehicle, and walked up to Qing Si Huai. "Seventh Uncle, what a coincidence."
"It is quite a coincidence." Qing Si Huai put his hands in his jeans pockets and shrugged. "Since we've met, why don't we have a race?" He pointed at the motorcycles.