So, when you were on Da Liang Mountain, Qing Muy野 liked you?
On Da Liang Mountain, when there was a flood, she was washed away, and Qing Muy野 went to find her despite the danger because he cared about her, not because Madam Qing liked her, so he risked saving her!
She stared blankly at the photo. Qing Muy野 withdrew his gaze, and his eyes swept over, discovering that Meng Jingwei was looking at the photo on his phone.
Just as Qing Muy野 was about to speak, the little woman suddenly looked up, held the phone vertically in front of him, and questioned, "When did you start liking me?"
The sudden question caught the man off guard.
He frowned slightly, his ink-black eyes glanced at the photo, and finally landed on Meng Jingwei. He thought for a moment and said, "During the fire at Jinxiu Apartment? Or perhaps, even earlier."
Qing Muy野 did not hide his feelings for her; he admitted it frankly.
Meng Jingwei recalled that day when she was brought home by the people sent by the Li family to kill her, and they set fire to her home. That night, it was Qing Muy野 who rushed into the fire scene to save her despite the danger.
That day was the 9th day after her miscarriage.
It was also less than half a month after he was engaged to Li Yun'er.
Meng Jingwei's small face turned as dark as ink. She threw the phone back into his arms and angrily cursed, "Qing Muy野, you are a complete scumbag, shameless! No wonder you were willing to take me in at Ye Se Apartment before. Tell me, did you do anything to me while I was asleep?"
Qing Muy野: "I..."
"What do you mean 'I'? No wonder you often gave me milk at night; that milk had a strange smell, it must have contained a lot of aphrodisiacs. Wasn't Li Yun'er enough for you? You had to make a move on me while I was asleep? So much energy, aren't you afraid of dying in bed one day, you dog? Damn you!"
Meng Jingwei cursed him soundly, raised her hand, and slapped him across the face.
Then she let out a cold snort, got up, put on her shoes, and left without looking back.
The man's cheek was slapped to the side. He raised his hand to brush away the messy strands of hair from his forehead, looking at the retreating back of the little woman filled with anger, his brows furrowed like a tangled mess.
This damnable woman, was she taking advantage of his affection for her, emboldened by it?
The point was, what did he say wrong?
He might have started liking her before the fire, but what truly made Qing Muy野 realize he had fallen in love with her was after returning from Da Liang Mountain.
If it weren't for a drunken episode with Li Yun'er that resulted in them having a child; if it weren't for his grandmother wanting a great-grandchild, Qing Muy野 would have canceled his engagement with Li Yun'er long ago.
And precisely because of the engagement, his relationship with Meng Jingwei had always been "driven by emotion, stopped by propriety," never crossing the line.
That cup of milk had a strange smell because it contained sleeping pills, medication prescribed by a doctor.
To her, it had become an aphrodisiac!
When had Qing Muy野 ever suffered such humiliation? He stood up, kicked the bedside, "Fuck!" He couldn't help but curse, and then he went down the mountain.
On the parking platform halfway up the mountain, Song Ci and a few brothers had been waiting all night.
Seeing the furious Meng Jingwei come down earlier, and then seeing their boss walk down, he quickly went to meet him.
"Boss, good morn..."
Song Ci stood in front of Qing Muy野, his words cut short as he frowned, "Your face has a red mark, like you were hit by someone..."
"Are you looking for death!"
Before he could finish, Qing Muy野 shot him a sharp gaze, his eyes filled with a chilling murderous intent. Song Ci's back went cold. He took a few steps back and gave a wry smile, "Boss, my brothers and I will go up to tidy the beds first, hehe, hehehehehe."
Song Ci scurried up the mountain as if his life would be in danger if he lingered.
Only when he heard the roar of a motorcycle behind him did he stop and stand on the steps, watching Qing Muy野 ride down the mountain on his motorcycle.
The joking smile vanished from his face, replaced by a look of worry.
He had followed Qing Muy野 for over ten years, witnessing his rise to power. It was that initial coldness and resilience that had forged the Qing Muy野 of today.
Having achieved his current status, few could shake him.
In the past, countless women had thrown themselves at him, but he remained unmoved. Some had even resorted to despicable means to get into his bed, all ending in tragedy.
But Meng Jingwei was a special case.
Song Ci's greatest fear was that this uniqueness would become his boss's Achilles' heel in the future, causing him to fall from his "altar"!
Although Song Ci had reminded him repeatedly, he dared not interfere too much with his boss's romantic affairs.
Down the mountain.
Qing Muy野 caught up with Meng Jingwei, stopped his car beside her, and coldly ordered, "Get in."
Meng Jingwei didn't even look at Qing Muy野 and continued walking down the mountain.
She walked, and the man followed slowly beside her.
If she walked faster, he walked faster; if she slowed down, he also slowed down.
The little woman, unable to bear it any longer, finally lost her temper. She turned around, glared at Qing Muy野, put one hand on her hip, and pointed a finger at his face, "Qing Muy野, do you want a fight?"
A hint of helplessness appeared on Qing Muy野's handsome face. "Get in the car, let's go home."
"Home? Heh, are you sure that's not a den of iniquity."
Meng Jingwei clapped her head as if she had just realized something. Her small face turned pale. "It's over, it's over. I need to go to the hospital for a gynecological check-up now. What if I contract HIV or something? My whole life will be ruined because of you."
She became more agitated as she spoke, pointing angrily at Qing Muy野 and stamping her feet, "You dog! If I get sick, I'll drag you down with me!"
Faced with her unbridled arrogance, the man finally lost his patience. He grabbed the hand she was pointing at him with and yanked her into his embrace.
Meng Jingwei was caught off guard and lunged towards him. Qing Muy野 immediately reached out, grabbed her waist, and pulled her up forcefully, making her straddle the motorcycle facing him.
He then pushed her down, leaned in, and approached her.
"Qing Muy野, you give me..."
"Shut up!"
Meng Jingwei wanted to say more, but Qing Muy野 chided her softly. She flinched like a startled bird, tucked her head in, and fell silent.
"Listen to me carefully. I will only say this today."
Qing Muy野 held the motorcycle with one hand and cupped Meng Jingwei's chin with the other. His face was grim as he said, word by word, "Li Yun'er was just an accident; I only touched her once after drinking. Besides her, the only woman I've touched is you! And I'm not as beastly as you think; I don't pounce on any woman I see!"
He suppressed his emotions, his words forceful and resonant, tinged with a chilling coldness.
"You say it so righteously, who would believe you? Back then, I disguised myself so badly that I couldn't even stand looking at myself, and you were still interested in sleeping with me? Isn't that being desperate for sex? You say you only slept with Li Yun'er once; are you a player? You got lucky on the first try? It's a waste not to buy a lottery ticket, or maybe all your success comes from bragging?"