Qing Muyie openly competing with Meng Jingwei for the person, infuriated her to no end.
However, with Old Chen Tou willing to accompany her to Lancheng, she felt relieved. After all, Old Chen Tou had been living alone on the mountain all these years; even with his excellent skills, she worried about accidents happening to an elderly man living by himself.
“Hahaha… Muyie is indeed generous, unlike my disciple who is so stingy.” Old Chen Tou said, beaming with a good mood.
After they chatted for a while, Old Chen Tou, having just undergone surgery, fell asleep. Qing Muyie rented a bedside cot, allowing Meng Jingwei to lie down and rest while he stayed up to watch over them. Unfortunately, the young woman still suffered from insomnia and only fell asleep by the edge of the bed in the latter half of the night.
Qing Muyie gently held her. Perhaps the familiar scent gave her a sense of security. Meng Jingwei didn’t wake up, allowing him to hold her as she slept on the cot. Qing Muyie covered her with the blanket. Turning around, he walked to the hospital bed’s accompanying chair and realized Old Chen Tou had woken up. A faint smile touched his stern face. “You’re awake? It’s still early; you can sleep a little longer.”
“Do you like my disciple?” Old Chen Tou asked directly, unable to contain his amusement.
The man wasn’t surprised by the sudden question. He merely glanced sideways at the sleeping woman on the cot and didn’t deny it. “Mm.”
“You are quite direct. However, if you like my disciple, you’ve definitely chosen the wrong person. She’s always carefree and oblivious, completely clueless about matters of the heart. You’ll need to be more patient.” Elderly people sleep less. Old Chen Tou naturally woke up early and happened to see Qing Muyie holding Meng Jingwei, carefully placing her on the cot. His tender and considerate actions clearly showed his sincere feelings. However, as the heir of the Qing family, could they truly have a future together? Old Chen Tou was uncertain.
“Master Chen is indeed insightful,” the man replied with a helpless smile.
“I’m fine, you should rest too.” Old Chen Tou pointed to the bed next to them. “That bed has had its bedding and covers changed. You’ve been busy all night; how can you not rest?”
Qing Muyie didn’t refuse. He nodded and then leaned against the adjacent bed for a brief rest. An hour later, Qing Muyie woke up. Seeing Meng Jingwei still asleep, he got up and went downstairs to buy breakfast and toiletries. When he returned to the hospital, Du Juan and her husband were already in the ward, and Meng Jingwei had also gotten up.
“Uncle, Aunt, good morning. I bought breakfast, let’s eat together.” The man was always thorough in his actions; buying breakfast naturally included Meng Jingwei’s parents.
“Oh, Muyie, how can you be doing these things?” Du Juan frowned and glanced at Meng Jingwei. “Muyie is a guest; how could you let him run errands like this?”
Meng Jingwei, who was folding the bedding, was reprimanded by Du Juan. She pouted, turned around, and shot a sharp gaze at Qing Muyie. “Yes, yes, yes. He’s a guest, did you hear that? Don’t buy anything next time.”
“You ungrateful girl! He’s treating you so well, and you have no conscience.” Old Chen Tou, leaning against the hospital bed, also scolded her.
Meng Jingwei: “…” What did I do wrong?
“I couldn’t sleep, so I went downstairs for a walk, and just bought it along the way,” Qing Muyie explained.
Afterward, they ate breakfast and waited for the doctor. After the doctor checked Old Chen Tou and confirmed his condition was stable, Meng Jingwei was finally at ease. She stayed at the hospital for another day, arranged for a nurse for Old Chen Tou, and then returned to Lancheng with Qing Muyie.
There were many matters to attend to in Lancheng. Meng Jingwei was more concerned about Chaoyun E-sports and the wedding planning company, so she had to return early. She would pick up Old Chen Tou after he was discharged. A few hours later, the car arrived at the “Encounter” Wedding Company in Lancheng.
Meng Jingwei knew Qing Muyie had been busy helping out over the past two days, and she felt a bit indebted. “I’ll treat you to dinner tonight,” she said.
“Oh? I’m flattered.” A curve appeared on the man’s thin lips, his long, narrow eyes catching flecks of starlight.
“What are you thinking? If it weren’t for my mother’s strict instructions, I wouldn’t bother inviting you to dinner,” Meng Jingwei said, offering an excuse to brush it off. She pushed open the car door, got out, closed the door, and went straight into the wedding company.
At the company, Meng Jingwei worked from morning until afternoon before she could finally sort out the backlog of work. She then transferred thirty thousand yuan to the boss of the auto show. The outdoor auto show, originally scheduled for yesterday, had been delayed due to Old Chen Tou’s hospitalization. According to the agreed-upon double penalty for breach of contract, she paid twenty thousand yuan to the other party. This was a matter of principle. Fortunately, she had won some money at the Wansheng Ski Resort that day; otherwise, she would have been heartbroken.
When it was time to leave work in the evening, Qing Muyie’s car appeared punctually at the entrance of the wedding company. Seeing Qing Muyie’s luxury car, the employees of the wedding store began to whisper amongst themselves.
“Isn’t that President Qing’s car?”
“There have been rumors outside that President Qing and our President Meng had a falling out, but aren’t they fine now?”
“They definitely had a falling out. Think about it, didn’t all those orders from last month get canceled overnight? That was all President Qing’s doing. Who else has that kind of power?”
“If they really fell out, what’s the situation now?”
“Who knows?”
“Alas, I can only say that rich people are willful and domineering. They can summon and dismiss our President Meng as they please.”
…
In the quiet store, colleagues sat around gossiping during their idle time.
“Cough, cough, cough…” At this moment, Shi Ran, standing nearby, coughed a few times and cleared his throat. When the gossiping employees turned around, they saw Meng Jingwei standing behind them. Her face was gloomy. Even though her stunning beauty was breathtaking, her cold gaze exuded a powerful pressure, making their hearts tighten and their faces turn pale.
“Presi… President Meng?”
“President Meng.”
“President Meng, we… we…” Caught red-handed gossiping, the employees stammered, lowered their heads, and remained silent for a long time.
“Idle? If you have nothing to do, go print some advertisements and hand out flyers.” Meng Jingwei reprimanded them lightly. She glanced up at the clock on the wall; it was almost five o’clock, the end of the workday. “If you have nothing to do, go home early. If you feel the workday is too short, we can change the end of the workday to six o’clock next time.”
“Not early, not early. Then President Meng, I’ll be leaving now.”
“Goodbye, President Meng.”
“Bye-bye, President Meng.” The employees immediately rushed to pack their things and leave work. Shi Ran, standing nearby, looked at Qing Muyie, who was leaning against his luxury car by the entrance of the wedding company. He then cautiously asked Meng Jingwei, “President Meng, what exactly is the situation between you and President Qing? Didn’t he target you everywhere before? Why are you still willing to interact with someone like him?”
“In life, there are times when one is forced into a corner. If anyone had the power, no one would be willing to engage in polite pretense.” Meng Jingwei sighed. “Let’s go.” She picked up her bag and walked out of the wedding company in her high heels.