Seeing she was about to leave, Qing Muyue grabbed her hand. "If you don't believe me, I can take you to the hospital for a check-up."
"Do you think I would believe you? Who are you? The executive CEO of Songyu Group, with immense power. Forget just Lancheng, anywhere in the country, your stomp would shake the ground. Who wouldn't obey you? You capitalists, you do this kind of thing all the time."
Meng Jingwei turned back, her eyes filled with murderous intent, glaring directly at him. She unleashed her anger in a furious roar.
Her words left Qing Muyue speechless.
This was akin to the story of 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf.' Due to diminishing marginal utility, Meng Jingwei found it impossible to regain trust in him.
Meng Jingwei struggled, but he didn't let go. She grew even angrier. "I told you to let go!"
At that moment, Qing Muyue felt a surge of powerlessness.
He clearly sensed Meng Jingwei's rage.
She mistakenly believed he had卑鄙ly drugged her and taken advantage of her unconscious state, naturally making her furious.
Qing Muyue was unable to defend himself.
Meng Jingwei flung his hand away, let out a cold snort, and left.
Walking outside the living room, she slammed the glass door with all her might. Perhaps due to the excessive force, the tempered glass door exploded with a bang, shattering into pieces and scattering shards across the floor.
Without looking back, she entered the elevator and went downstairs.
Qing Muyue irritably ran a hand through his hair, looked down at the bottle of sleeping pills in his hand, and tossed the pills directly into the trash!
Ring ring—
Just as Qing Muyue was consumed by his anger, his phone rang.
He picked up the phone. Tang Si's name flashed on the screen.
He answered, "Speak."
"Second Brother, it's been a while since we worked out. Old Han is planning to go to the boxing gym together at noon. Are you free?"
They had all seen what happened at the wedding yesterday. However, they only knew the first half of the video. The part about Li Yun'er being humiliated was only known to Qing Muyue, Meng Jingwei, and a few others like Xiao Cheng.
As good brothers, Han Yu, Lu Yanming, and Tang Si were worried that Qing Muyue might be in a bad mood because of yesterday's events. They had discussed it and decided to invite Qing Muyue to box to vent his frustrations.
"Alright. Ten o'clock, same old place." Qing Muyue readily agreed.
...
Meng Jingwei left Ye Se Apartment and found a hotel to stay in temporarily.
Given her previous experience renting a place, she was worried about the current instability and decided not to rush into renting a house.
After renting a cheap room, Meng Jingwei lay on the bed. Her mind was filled with Qing Muyue's detestable face. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Finally, she went downstairs for breakfast, bought two bottles of red wine, and got drunk alone in her room.
As the saying goes, 'It's not the wine that intoxicates, but oneself.' She didn't drink much. Whether it was the onset of drunkenness or extreme fatigue, she lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Ten o'clock in the morning.
Qing Muyue drove to the Lancheng Private Taekwondo Gym.
As soon as he went upstairs, he saw his brothers in the lounge.
Tang Si, dressed in a flamboyant white suit, approached Qing Muyue with a beaming smile. "Second Brother, you're right on time. You didn't want to marry Li Yun'er before, and now that the engagement is off, are you feeling much better?"
"Actually, what happened yesterday wasn't entirely a bad thing," said Han Yu, the quiet one, wearing a tank top and sweatpants, flexing his muscles with two dumbbells in his hands.
Lu Yanming nodded in agreement. "Everything has two sides. As for that woman named Meng Jingwei, in my opinion, she..."
"Cough!"
"Cough, cough!"
As soon as Lu Yanming uttered a word, Tang Si and Han Yu started coughing, frantically signaling him to shut his mouth.
However, Lu Yanming was unaware of the events that had transpired between Meng Jingwei and Qing Muyue. He asked, "What do you mean? Did Meng Jingwei run away? Or did Meng Jingwei also like Muyue, and that's why she deliberately caused trouble at the wedding yesterday?"
Lu Yanming, who had been abroad for some time, was completely out of the loop regarding recent events.
Moreover, he had returned quite late and hadn't had time to be briefed on many things.
Therefore, he spoke without much reservation, accidentally stepping on a mine.
Lu Yanming was the eldest of the four, a year older than Qing Muyue, but he wasn't as composed as Qing Muyue.
Perhaps it was due to managing an entertainment company; his personality was naturally carefree.
"We're not talking about women today."
Qing Muyue walked towards the changing room, leaving behind his words. "Ah Ming, it's been a while since we sparred. Let's train together."
Although Lu Yanming was the eldest among the brothers, as they were only a year apart, he preferred to call him 'Ah Ming.'
"Sure, I was just thinking the same thing."
Unaware of the underlying tension, Lu Yanming got up and went directly to the changing room to change his clothes.
This was their brothers' private sports facility, which had dedicated changing rooms and clothes prepared for them.
Han Yu, sitting in the lounge, shook his head. Tang Si clicked his tongue. "Old Han, should we pre-order a coffin for Old Brother?"
"Let's just notify the ambulance first. Maybe there's still a chance of survival."
Han Yu quipped, then took a cigarette from his pack and leisurely sat on the sofa, smoking.
A few minutes later, Qing Muyue and Lu Yanming changed into boxing sportswear, put on headgear and gloves, and stepped onto the boxing ring.
Seated below were two spectators, Tang Si and Han Yu. A plate of watermelon and sunflower seeds was placed on the table, and they watched with leisurely enjoyment.
Five minutes later, Lu Yanming was knocked to the ground on the boxing ring, clutching his bleeding nose. He sighed, "Muyue, are you serious about this?"
Qing Muyue said nothing. He walked up to him and threw a punch.
Fortunately, Lu Yanming's reflexes were excellent. He rolled on the ground, dodged Qing Muyue's punch, and then sprang to his feet with a powerful surge. "Then don't blame me for not holding back."
He launched a left hook towards Qing Muyue's face. Qing Muyue easily evaded it, and the two resumed their bout.
Ten minutes later, Lu Yanming lay on the ground, covering his head and groaning, "Oh, shit, Muyue, it's just a friendly match, don't go all out."
"Get up!"
Qing Muyue grabbed his clothes and pulled him up, continuing the fight.
Twenty minutes later, Lu Yanming was scrambling on the boxing ring, trying to jump off, but Qing Muyue wouldn't give him a chance, unleashing a barrage of blows.
Bruised and battered, Lu Yanming cried out with tears in his eyes, "Old Han, Xiao Si, are you two blind? If you don't save me, you won't have an elder brother anymore."
Han Yu and Tang Si, sitting below, were holding sunflower seeds, looking at each other, seemingly engaged in a lively chat.
Tang Si: "Wow, the weather is nice today."
Han Yu: "Yes, yes, it's crisp autumn air, really nice."
Tang Si: "Exactly, with weather like this, it's a shame not to go out and have fun."
Han Yu: "Yes, yes, let's find an opportunity to go out and play."
Their nonsensical conversation, like paragons of small talk, completely ignored Lu Yanming's cries for help from the boxing ring.
No, how could one say they ignored him?
They were simply too engrossed in their conversation to 'hear' him.