“Qing Xian…”
Seeing Qing Sihai appear, Meng Jingwei instinctively wanted to call out ‘Mr. Qing’, but then she thought that since she was now Madam Qing’s god-granddaughter, she should call him ‘Uncle Seven’ like Qing Muye.
Her fair and flawless face beamed with a smile, “Hello, Uncle Seven.”
Qing Muye and Qing Sihai exchanged a glance, and Qing Muye nodded slightly, as if acknowledging him.
“I’ve heard about you and Muye. I had planned to visit you in the hospital these past few days, but I’ve been busy handling company matters on Muye’s behalf. Little Jingwei, you won’t mind, will you?”
Today, Qing Sihai was wearing a white shirt paired with a gray casual suit, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He exuded a steady, mature, yet also scholarly and refined aura. His mixed-race, stunningly beautiful face was so handsome it could be called demonic.
Even though she spent her days with Qing Muye and was accustomed to his exceptional beauty, she still found Qing Sihai’s sexy and charming appearance very alluring.
Especially since Qing Sihai was only nine years older than her, yet he called her ‘Little Jingwei’. It made her feel a sense of intimacy.
Were they really not that close?
But then she thought that she was now considered his niece by half, so such a way of addressing her was not excessive.
“Uncle Seven, you jest. How could I?”
Meng Jingwei shook her head.
“Alright, alright, it’s quite cold outside. Why are you all standing out here? Come in and have dinner.” Madam Qing took Meng Jingwei’s hand, and the group entered the living room and sat down to eat together.
Considering Madam Qing’s not-so-good health, Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye had discussed before coming that they would not tell her about what happened in the underground palace to avoid causing her worry.
“What kind of work is Jingwei doing now? Muye and I were discussing it, and we were thinking of having you come to work at Songyu Group. What do you think?”
At the dinner table, Madam Qing chatted with Meng Jingwei while eating.
“No, no, no, I won’t.”
Meng Jingwei, who was drinking mushroom soup, shook her head repeatedly. “Grandma, I have my own job now, and there’s no need for me to work at Songyu.”
She didn’t want to see Qing Muye every day in the future; it felt unlucky.
Moreover, she now owned a wedding company with over twenty employees, and she had to stay with the company to make the wedding business thrive.
Once the foundation was stable, she could open branches in her hometown and then legitimately return to her hometown to be with her parents.
“It’s good that you have a job. Whenever you don’t want to do it anymore, just tell Grandma or Muye, and we’ll bring you to work at Songyu. It would be good experience.”
Madam Qing patted Meng Jingwei’s hand, her smile warm and kind.
“Grandma’s idea is good.” Qing Sihai, sitting opposite Meng Jingwei, agreed with Madam Qing’s thought and added, “If you don’t want to work at Muye’s company, you can also come to mine. That would be good too.”
Although Qing Muye was temporarily the helmsman of Songyu Group, it was still unknown who would ultimately take charge.
Qing Sihai had also established his own company, and with the backing of Songyu Group, its performance was quite good.
“Thank you, Grandma, thank you, Uncle Seven.”
Meng Jingwei picked up the juice on the table and clinked glasses with Madam Qing and Qing Sihai, her smile as bright as a flower.
But she knew in her heart that she could not go to Songyu Group, and Qing Sihai was even more dangerous; she must not get close to him.
However, sometimes, a ‘facade’ had to be maintained.
Qing Muye’s gaze fell on Meng Jingwei, then he glanced at Qing Sihai. His deep and complex eyes were tinged with a hint of melancholy, but he remained silent.
After the meal, Meng Jingwei accompanied Madam Qing for a walk in the park. As the elder lady was feeling a bit tired, she went for a midday nap.
She and Qing Muye left the Qing family’s old residence. Driving their own cars, just as they were about to part ways at the entrance of the old residence, the man threw the keys to Song Ci and got into her car.
Meng Jingwei, sitting in the driver’s seat, looked at Qing Muye in confusion. “Why are you getting in my car?”
“Let’s go, I’ll take you somewhere.”
“Somewhere? Where?”
“You’ll know when we get there,” the man said, keeping her in suspense.
Although Meng Jingwei was a little displeased, she didn’t say anything. She drove off, following the route Qing Muye indicated. After more than twenty minutes, they finally arrived at a private residence.
It was a castle-like European-style building with a ten-foot-high white carved openwork gate. Standing at the entrance and looking inside, one’s eyes were met with a sculpture fountain of dolphins leaping out of the water, with various flowers and green plants on the side.
Meng Jingwei stood at the villa’s entrance, tilting her head and asking Qing Muye, “Is this your place?”
The man gave her a meaningful look. “Come in.”
The two of them walked in one after another. Meng Jingwei stepped into the European-style castle-like private villa. As she took in the internal scenery, the decorative style was full of European characteristics. The seemingly endless courtyard boasted a private golf course, swimming pool, garden, and tea area, all the amenities were present.
The interior of the castle was also quite distinctive, with luxurious crystal chandeliers and glossy black obsidian floor tiles. The cabinets on the side displayed various antiques and cultural relics, and at the corner of the spiral staircase hung several famous foreign paintings.
The interior decoration of the castle fully embodied the phrase ‘inhumanly extravagant,’ only missing gold plating on the walls.
Most importantly, in a place like Lancheng where every inch of land was precious, his private residence occupied such a vast area was simply… incredibly wealthy.
Meng Jingwei: Are all rich people this willful?
“You live alone?”
Meng Jingwei was like Liu姥姥 entering the Grand View Garden, her heart filled with awe as she looked at every part of the castle.
When would she also be able to be this rich?
“See which room you like, and you’ll live here from now on,” Qing Muye said to Meng Jingwei as he toured her around the villa.
“I… I like it?” Meng Jingwei froze for a moment and pointed to her nose. “You mean you want me to live here from now on?”
Everything came too suddenly. While she was overjoyed, she repeatedly shook her head and refused, “No need, I can rent my own place… This place is quite far from my company, and commuting will be inconvenient.”
She originally intended to say she could rent a place, but now that Qing Muye was her ‘god-brother,’ he was supposed to be able to manage her.
So, she simply made up an excuse.
Meng Jingwei had heard of this private residence before, knowing only that it was the private dwelling of a wealthy individual, built with an investment of hundreds of millions. She never expected it to belong to Qing Muye.
However, it was indeed a considerable distance from their workplace.
If there was no traffic, it would take more than thirty minutes. But during peak hours, returning from Songyu Group would take at least fifty minutes.
Coincidentally, the road that Songyu Group took to pass by ‘Xie Hou’ Wedding Planning and then return to this private residence was the shortest route.
“I’ll drive you to and from work from now on,” Qing Muye directly cut off Meng Jingwei’s intended response.
He had been living in Ye Se Apartment before because some areas there were still undergoing renovation, and there was a construction team in the backyard with mixed personnel, so Qing Muye had not returned.
It was only a couple of days ago that some of the renovations in the backyard were completed.