After a moment’s rest, Meng Jingwei finally got to the main point, "Uncle Seven only returned not long ago, how can you two be so familiar?"
As soon as she finished asking, her sharp gaze fixed on Shu Yao, trying to detect any abnormality on her face.
As expected.
Shu Yao, who was always carefree, even possessing extreme social skills, actually had a faint blush on her cheeks.
Meng Jingwei’s clear, bright eyes narrowed slightly…
Something fishy was going on!
"What are you talking about? Wasn't it at the charity event last time that you insisted on dragging me to dance with Qing Si Huai? Then we exchanged contact information."
Shu Yao explained.
"Oh."
Meng Jingwei remembered what happened that day, nodded, and agreed, then didn't say anything further.
She merely cast a deep glance at Qing Si Huai, who was driving, and fell into thought.
Although Meng Jingwei didn't interact much with Qing Si Huai, she felt natural and close when she was with him. He wasn't as cold as Qing Mu Ye, but for some reason, Meng Jingwei always felt that Qing Si Huai was not simple.
Especially since even Qing Mu Ye had warned her.
Qing Si Huai and Qing Mu Ye, sitting in the driver's and passenger's seats respectively, were chatting and laughing, seemingly getting along well, which eased Meng Jingwei's worried heart.
More than an hour later, they arrived at the Wansheng Ski Resort in Lancheng.
Wansheng Ski Resort was the largest resort-style ski field in Lancheng, and even in the entire country.
Here, not only was there snowboarding, but also inflatable raft skiing, as well as ice sculpture exhibitions and stage performances at night. It was a great place for winter tourism and vacation.
Because the ski resort was at a high altitude and located on the shaded side of the mountain, it began operating for skiing projects in November every year and stopped in March of the following year.
And ski resorts needed ski slopes of varying gradients. The owner of Wansheng Ski Resort would convert the steep ski slopes into paragliding grounds in the summer, and the lower ski slopes would be used for other activities to ensure that the venue was never vacant and revenue was never lost.
The group got out of the car and looked at the bustling ski resort. Meng Jingwei, as if seeing money, couldn't help but exclaim, "Business is really good. The owner of Wansheng must have made a fortune."
"So many people, business is really booming," Shu Yao also echoed with emotion.
Looking at the continuous stream of tourists, weren't they just walking RMB?
"Business is indeed good. Mu Ye is a natural businessman." Qing Si Huai, with his hands in his windbreaker pockets, watched as tourists in small groups walked into the ski resort, genuinely happy for Qing Mu Ye.
"This belongs to Qing Mu Ye?"
Meng Jingwei was a little surprised, not expecting the Wansheng Ski Resort to be his.
"Let's go in,"
Xiao Cheng suggested.
The group nodded and entered the Wansheng Resort together, heading towards the ticket window to buy tickets.
"You all wait here, I'll go buy the tickets." Xiao Cheng said to the group.
Meng Jingwei thought for a moment and immediately said, "Let Uncle Seven go instead." She looked at Qing Si Huai, pursed her lips, and smiled, "You are Qing Mu Ye's uncle, so you might get a discount if you go. It would be best if you could get a 10% discount and buy a pass to play all the projects. How cost-effective."
Such places had huge investment costs, plus labor, utilities, maintenance, and other expenses, so the tickets would certainly not be cheap.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Shu Yao strongly agreed with Meng Jingwei's opinion, "Qing Si Huai, I also think you are more suitable to go."
"Since you've asked, how can I refuse?"
Qing Si Huai's lips curled into an arc, a hint of a rogue charm mixed with a touch of obedience. He smiled, turned, and walked towards the ticket window while calling Qing Mu Ye.
"Then I'll go buy milk tea for you two girls." Xiao Cheng wasn't idle either. He walked towards the milk tea counter and joined the queue.
Because of the overwhelming business, there were long queues at every sales window, and one needed to wait for a period of time.
The two stood in place. With a sideways glance, Meng Jingwei noticed that Shu Yao was constantly looking at Qing Mu Ye.
Her eyes were filled with starlight.
"Cough, cough…"
Meng Jingwei cleared her throat, pulling the red scarf around her neck to cover her cheeks and block the wind, and asked Shu Yao, "What do you think of Qing Si Huai?"
"Huh?"
Shu Yao was taken aback for a moment, then retracted her gaze and replied to Meng Jingwei, "Qing Si Huai? I think he's a good person. Sexy, steady, and very approachable. Especially with his short beard, he's incredibly handsome and cool."
"What do you think of him compared to Anthony William?"
She was gradually setting a trap for Shu Yao.
Shu Yao, completely unaware, tilted her head and looked at Qing Si Huai with unwavering eyes.
After a moment of hesitation, she answered cautiously, "Of course, he's more handsome than Anthony, much more handsome."
"Alas, I heard that the better-looking ones are the more dangerous," Meng Jingwei 'sighed' with emotion.
It was this sentence that made Shu Yao understand something instantly.
Her gaze deepened, and she turned to meet Meng Jingwei's worried eyes, "Are you saying Qing Si Huai is dangerous?"
"I'm not sure. But Qing Mu Ye told me, look..." Meng Jingwei slightly raised her chin, indicating the direction of Qing Si Huai, "He is not simple at all."
"Tsk! They are all businessmen. Aren't all of them cunning and deceitful? Besides, if someone is simple-minded, he wouldn't be suitable for doing business, would he?"
Shu Yao let out a scoff, completely disregarding Meng Jingwei's words.
Or rather, despite Meng Jingwei's attempts to persuade Shu Yao, she paid no attention.
Some words were useless, so Meng Jingwei could only hint at them.
"Can you ski?" Meng Jingwei knew that both Qing Si Huai and Xiao Cheng could ski. If Shu Yao could too, wouldn't she be the most awkward?
"Me? Of course, I can," Shu Yao said with some pride.
Meng Jingwei, on the other hand, pursed her lips in helplessness, feeling a headache coming on.
Later, after waiting for more than half an hour, they finally bought the tickets and successfully passed the security check.
Since Meng Jingwei couldn't ski, she ended up going to the beginner's slope.
Qing Si Huai took Shu Yao, and Xiao Cheng took Meng Jingwei.
Shu Yao, holding her equipment, stood in front of Qing Si Huai and acted like a little girl, coquettishly saying, "Qing Si Huai, I only know a little bit. You must hold me tight, otherwise if I get disabled from a fall, you'll have to support me for the rest of my life."
Meng Jingwei, standing beside them: …
She felt a subtle sense of worry.
"No problem, leave it to me." Qing Si Huai said, helping Shu Yao put on her skiing protective gear.
"What are you looking at?"
Xiao Cheng, seeing Meng Jingwei distracted, asked with concern.
"Nothing, I'm just looking at how to use this stuff," Meng Jingwei casually made up an excuse.
"Come, I'll teach you."
Xiao Cheng, as always, was very gentle with her. He held the knee pads and knelt on one knee to help her put them on.
"No, no, I'll do it myself."
Meng Jingwei was not accustomed to Xiao Cheng's "attentiveness." She unceremoniously sat down in the snow, fastened the knee pads, and then put on her ski boots. "All done."
After getting ready, she stood up using her ski poles. Before she could even stand straight, "Oh dear…"
She exclaimed, and as she was about to fall, she was pulled into a warm embrace the next moment, held tightly by Xiao Cheng. "Be careful."
The sudden gentleness made Meng Jingwei a bit uncomfortable. "It's okay, it's okay, I think I can stand steadily."
She pushed Xiao Cheng away, supported herself with her ski poles, and only then managed to stand firm.