"You want me to consider it?"
Qing Muye's sexy lips curved into a gentle smile.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he spoke, Meng Jingwei sharply stuck out a foot and stomped hard on his instep, grinding it. "You wish! I'm just short of money, not men! Hmph~"
With that, Meng Jingwei shot Qing Muye a look and arrogantly turned to get into the car.
Qing Muye, standing in place, furrowed his brow. He lowered his head slightly and glanced at the greyish-white footprint on his shiny black leather shoes. A faint smile touched his lips, and a glimmer of a smile appeared in his eyes.
His genuine smile was exceptionally captivating, but Qing Muye hadn't realized that his mood had already changed with every move Meng Jingwei made.
Invisibly, it seemed he was giving all his tenderness to this extraordinary woman.
He turned and got into the car, sitting beside Meng Jingwei. He said to Song Ci, who was in the driver's seat, "Return to Ye Se Apartment."
"Yes, Boss."
Song Ci started the car and drove with concentration, occasionally lifting his eyes to look at the two in the back through the rearview mirror.
Qing Muye sensed it and directly raised the partition in the middle, blocking Song Ci's view.
"You canceled your engagement with her, so what about the child in her womb? Grandma was so angry she fainted, is she alright? She must be very disappointed."
Meng Jingwei leaned against the car door, watching the scenery rapidly recede outside the window, and sighed deeply. "She's probably very disappointed in me."
Everything that happened today pointed directly at Meng Jingwei, and everyone suspected her.
Even all the guests at the banquet were discussing Meng Jingwei.
She was worried and sighed, as if the burden on her shoulders had become much heavier, making it hard for her to breathe.
"Leave the handling of this matter to me. You just need to be yourself."
Qing Muye looked at her beside him, his brow clouded with a persistent gloom.
Meng Jingwei already suffered from severe insomnia, and the events of today would likely bring her even more pressure, exacerbating her insomnia.
"I'm worried that I..."
"I've sent people to protect your parents day and night, and there will be no accidents," Qing Muye said, knowing what she was worried about.
He had done everything meticulously, yet there was one thing that made Meng Jingwei uneasy.
Her fair cheeks were filled with confusion. She blinked her clear, luminous, beautiful eyes and looked at Qing Muye, puzzled. "You're being so nice to me, don't tell me you have ulterior motives? Qing Muye, let me tell you, don't think that just because you're being nice to me now, I'll give you a discount."
"A discount?"
"Yes, the hundred million I saved you, plus three hundred million for the wedding expenses. Not a cent less!"
"The wedding turned out like this, and you, as the fully responsible wedding company, should take responsibility, right?"
"But... but it's not my fault. Who knows how many people you've offended? Now it's great, your wedding is ruined, and my company is ruined too. Who will hire my wedding company in the future? My company has dozens of people, all ruined. Sigh~~"
This was her first time starting her own business. To get a share from Qing Muye, she had taken over the wedding company. She had stayed up for days and nights, hoping this wedding would go flawlessly, but it ended in a farce.
Her wedding company's reputation was ruined, and no one would seek her cooperation in the future.
She had lost a fortune!
"Song Ci, head straight to my company."
Meng Jingwei ultimately couldn't rest assured about the wedding company she had painstakingly managed.
With such a major incident, the company's employees were in a panic, and she had to return to take charge.
Qing Muye remained silent, and Song Ci knew it was his boss's tacit approval.
He turned the car around and headed towards "Meet Your Beautiful Wedding Company."
Half an hour later, the car arrived at Meng Jingwei's company.
She thanked Qing Muye, "Thank you for dropping me off, bye~"
Qing Muye nodded slightly. "Call me if you need anything."
"Okay."
Meng Jingwei responded, got out of the car, and quickly entered the company. As soon as she walked into the lobby, she saw several male colleagues fighting.
"Hey, stop fighting."
"The boss is gone, fighting won't help."
"That's right, that's right, so unlucky."
"It's better to contact the boss quickly, or we won't get our salaries!"
"I don't think our CEO Meng is the type to be irresponsible."
"She's gone, how is she not irresponsible? Naive!"
...
The company employees were divided into two factions: one chose to trust Meng Jingwei; the other believed Meng Jingwei had run off with the money.
The two groups argued incessantly, causing a commotion.
Meng Jingwei walked into the company lobby and stood there for a full minute without anyone noticing her presence.
She scanned her surroundings and spotted a glass tea cup on a nearby table. She casually picked it up and slammed it onto the floor.
The glass cup shattered, startling everyone into looking over. Only then did they realize in shock that she had returned.
"CEO Meng?"
"CEO Meng, you're finally back."
"Are you alright?"
"You offended Young Master Qing, we thought you had run away."
"Quickly return our salaries, I'm resigning. You offended Young Master Qing, we don't want to die."
"Yes, yes, return our salaries quickly!"
...
Dozens of employees chattered incessantly, their voices a cacophony that gave her a headache.
Dressed in a professional suit with her hair in a ponytail, Meng Jingwei stood with her hands in the pockets of her slacks, her small face stern. She gazed at them with an aloof, sharp, and imposing aura.
Gradually, the voices dwindled until everyone fell silent.
She then asked, "Why aren't you talking anymore? Continue arguing, continue fighting?"
Her stern interrogation was met with silence.
Meng Jingwei's anger subsided. "As long as I, Meng Jingwei, do not declare the company dissolved, your salaries will not be short by a single cent!"
"But... you offended Young Master Qing, what now?"
"The bride was your sister, yet you kidnapped her and had her child killed. So vicious, how can we believe you?"
"Yes, too vicious."
"I don't think this matter is that simple."
...
Listening to their arguments, Meng Jingwei knitted her willow-like brows and glared at everyone. Her sharp gaze was quite intimidating, and her colleagues fell silent again.
She slowly began, "Please use your brains next time you speak. Qing Muye's wedding was fully handled by our company. A wedding budget of three hundred million is enough to 'eat' for ten years from one contract. Would I be an idiot to smash my own rice bowl!"
At this moment, another voice chimed in from the crowd, "Regardless of whether you did it or not, you've offended Young Master Qing."
It was a statement that was hard to disagree with.
Meng Jingwei had also worked as a grassroots employee and understood that their thoughts and feelings were natural and reasonable. So, she said, "I understand your feelings. Those who wish to resign can go to finance now. You will be paid three months' salary, receive your wages immediately, and settle your accounts before leaving."
"CEO Meng, CEO Meng, this is bad, there are suddenly a lot of reporters outside who want to interview us."
Suddenly, an employee ran in from outside and said to Meng Jingwei.