Meng Jingwei raised her delicate eyebrows, suddenly sensing an atmosphere of impending conflict.
These two, just as rumored…
Didn't get along!
They were clashing head-on from the moment they met.
Interesting.
"No, thank you."
Qing Muye pointed to the formal wear he was wearing. "This attire isn't convenient. Perhaps next time." He retracted his gaze and looked at Meng Jingwei. "Awei, let's go."
He walked to Meng Jingwei's side, naturally taking her hand. "Do you know how to ride a motorcycle? I can teach you."
"Tch, who are you underestimating? How about we have a race?"
Being underestimated, Meng Jingwei felt quite displeased.
"Alright."
Qing Muye readily agreed.
Meng Jingwei: Didn't you just say your formal wear wasn't convenient? How is it convenient now?
Could it be that this dog man was looking down on her?
"Since your seventh uncle is here, you can borrow his Harley, and I'll ride your bike. Then we can have a competition. But… without stakes, it's no fun, is it?"
Meng Jingwei grinned slyly at Qing Muye. With just a glance, Qing Muye knew what mischief she was plotting.
"That makes sense."
Qing Si Huai, standing nearby, interjected. "How about this, I'll bet on you to win. I'll wager fifty… I'll wager fifty thousand. What do you say?"
For wealthy people, money was just a number.
But fifty thousand was not a small sum for Meng Jingwei.
Qing Si Huai changed his wording.
"Okay…"
"I just learned to ride my motorcycle." Meng Jingwei had just agreed when Qing Muye interrupted her, smiling helplessly and shrugging. "My skills are really not good. How about you take me for a spin?"
"Huh, really? That bad?"
Meng Jingwei looked at Qing Muye with disdain, but still took the key from him and got on the Harley. "Get on, I'll take you for a spin."
"Okay."
Qing Muye happily agreed.
Before getting on, he turned back to Qing Si Huai and said, "Seventh Uncle, we're leaving."
Qing Si Huai smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. A hint of sharpness flashed and disappeared in his pupils.
Qing Muye got on the bike. Meng Jingwei said, "Hold on tight."
The man behind her grunted, then his hands fell to her waist.
This seemingly 'inadvertent' action made Meng Jingwei pause for a moment, but then she thought that riding a motorcycle wasn't like a car, and this position was not inappropriate.
She then hit the accelerator and sped away.
Because she had accelerated too hard, the motorcycle lurched, almost throwing Qing Muye off.
With a habitual pull, the man steadied himself and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Are you sure you actually know how to ride? I haven't bought insurance."
"Heh, it's just that I haven't gotten used to it."
Meng Jingwei laughed awkwardly, a chill running down her spine.
She hadn't adapted to the new motorcycle just now. Fortunately, Qing Muye hadn't fallen off, otherwise Song Ci would have killed her.
As they rode on the road, a dozen or so motorcycles roared towards them, accompanied by shouts and whistles from the men, which made Meng Jingwei feel excited.
She throttled the accelerator to the fullest, riding smoothly, when suddenly she felt like she ran over a stone, and the front of the bike shook violently. "Damn…"
Meng Jingwei was startled, but the next moment, the man behind her pressed close to her, his arms wrapping around her to grip the handlebars, stabilizing the wildly shaking motorcycle.
In this moment, Meng Jingwei was encircled by him, enveloped by him, in an exceptionally intimate embrace.