Since that was the case, he did not wish to force the issue.
Watching the car slowly drive away, Meng Jingwei touched her chin, her cheeks suddenly flushing.
This scoundrel was becoming increasingly gentle towards her, making her heart race and flutter like a startled deer; it was truly… too much!
…
Two days later, the Lancheng Charity Event was held at the Hilton Hotel.
That afternoon, after finishing company matters, Meng Jingwei prepared to head to the Hilton.
Just then, a stranger walked in and approached Meng Jingwei directly. "Hello, Miss Meng. I am Song Jun, President Qing’s new assistant. President Qing asked me to bring you this dress."
"New assistant?"
Meng Jingwei frowned. "Wasn't Song Ci doing a good job? Why the change?"
The person before her also had the surname Song and bore some resemblance to Song Ci, but he was taller and darker. However, he carried an air of righteousness. He wasn't exceptionally handsome, but he possessed a strong, masculine presence, the type that grew more appealing over time.
"Song Ci was disrespectful to you that day, so President Qing gave him 'time off'," Song Jun said with a polite smile.
"Fired?"
"No, just asked him to rest for a while." Song Jun didn't dare say more and thus didn't reveal the truth to Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei hadn't heard anything about this from Qing Muye, so she didn't dwell on it. She accepted the dress and said, "Thank you."
"President Qing said he would pick you up later."
"Okay."
Meng Jingwei replied, and Song Jun departed.
She took the dress and changed into it at the company, then waited for Qing Muye to arrive.
Her exquisite and beautiful attire drew a wave of praise and envy from her colleagues. Meng Jingwei could only claim she had rented the outfit.
Ten minutes later, Qing Muye arrived at the company entrance. Her phone buzzed, and Meng Jingwei, holding her handbag, went out and got into the passenger seat of his car.
That day, she was wearing a fitted, strapless evening gown. The silver dress was adorned with sequins, and the specially made fabric shimmered with faint, colorful starlight under the sunlight. It was stunning.
Qing Muye glanced at Meng Jingwei and was immediately struck by her beauty, once again amazed.
This woman was like a walking mannequin, always able to make every dress look exceptionally stunning, like a noble princess emerging from a castle, exuding an air of regality.
"You have good taste," Meng Jingwei complimented without reservation.
Qing Muye’s lips curved slightly as he averted his gaze, focusing on driving. He replied, "It suits you very well."
Ding dong—
As he was driving, his phone suddenly chimed with a text message notification.
As few people knew Qing Muye’s phone number, any contact was bound to be important.
He picked up his phone while waiting at a traffic light and saw a message from a bank: 【Bank of China】Meng Jingwei completed a transfer to your account ending in 5230 on October 08th at 17:05 for RMB 328,888.00. Balance…
The moment the man saw the text message, his expression instantly turned as dark as ink, his cold eyes fixed on Meng Jingwei. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Thank you for helping me choose this dress; it saves me the trouble of picking one myself." Meng Jingwei’s red lips curved into a smile, her face blooming.
She had checked the price of this dress; it was exactly 328,888 yuan.
Meng Jingwei did not want to have too much entangled financial dealings with Qing Muye. After checking the dress’s price, she had directly transferred the money to him.
As for the dress itself, Meng Jingwei hadn't even removed the tag. She intended to return it to the store after wearing it today.
After all, it was too expensive.
The man glanced sideways, his cold eyes fixed intently on Meng Jingwei, remaining silent for a long while. His profound gaze held a multitude of emotions.
Meng Jingwei felt a pang of unease under his gaze. She turned her head to look behind them and muttered, "Let's go; the light is green. The cars behind us are honking."
She knew full well that doing this would displease Qing Muye, but Meng Jingwei genuinely did not want too many entanglements with him.
Qing Muye started the car and drove forward slowly, his eyes on the road. He remained silent for the rest of the journey.
Sensing the man's mood was off, Meng Jingwei also stayed quiet, busying herself with short videos to pass the time.
About half an hour later, the car arrived at the Hilton Hotel.
The event was being held in the second-floor ballroom of the Hilton.
Although it was a charity event, it was a special public welfare initiative organized by the local government of Lancheng. In essence, it was a reception combined with an auction.
Philanthropists would present their antique treasures for auction, with all proceeds going towards charitable causes.
The attendees of the charity event were all from Lancheng's upper echelons. Luxury cars were gathered at the hotel entrance. Everyone was dressed in bespoke suits and evening gowns, making a grand appearance comparable to a fashion show.
Qing Muye got out of the car and looked at Meng Jingwei as she walked over. He slightly raised his wrist, signaling to her with his eyes.
"This… isn't appropriate, is it?"
Meng Jingwei knew Qing Muye wanted her to link arms with him. Despite their status as 'god-sister' and companion, she still felt very resistant.
"You are Grandma’s god-daughter, and also…"
"Weiwei?"
Qing Muye's sentence was interrupted by a familiar and intimate call from behind them.
As the two turned around, they saw Shu Yao, dressed in a black lace pleated skirt and high heels, jogging towards them.
Perhaps after their candid conversation at the Western restaurant last time, their relationship had naturally become a little closer. Shu Yao had also started calling her 'Weiwei'.
"Shu Yao, you're here too?"
Meng Jingwei suddenly felt Shu Yao was a lifeline and wished she could cling to her tightly.
With this thought, she hatched a plan. "For an occasion like this, did you come alone? Without a male companion?"
"President Qing is also here."
Shu Yao smiled slightly at Qing Muye, greeting him, then looked at Meng Jingwei and shrugged. "I'd like a male companion, but I don't have one."
"You do, of course!"
Meng Jingwei raised an eyebrow, directly pulled Shu Yao over, and pushed her towards Qing Muye. Then, she gave Qing Muye a genuine smile. "Brother, I've found you a female companion."
The moment Meng Jingwei spoke, Qing Muye’s handsome face instantly filled with chilling hostility. His unfathomable gaze shot towards her. "No need!"
With that, he flicked the suit jacket draped over his wrist towards Meng Jingwei, coincidentally landing it on her forehead.
The man, filled with anger, strode away.
Meng Jingwei pulled the suit jacket off her forehead, knowing it was the one Qing Muye had prepared for her.
The late autumn weather was quite cold. Wearing a gown without a jacket would leave one shivering.
The weather, which had been over thirty degrees Celsius a month ago, had dropped to over ten degrees, making it quite uncomfortable.
"Weiwei, what are you doing? President Qing seems angry." Shu Yao nudged Meng Jingwei with her elbow, reminding her.
Meng Jingwei directly draped the suit jacket over her shoulders, adopting a nonchalant posture. "I'm not his mother, so how can I control his moods?"
"Brother Muye?"
Just as Meng Jingwei and Shu Yao were chatting about Qing Muye, a voice interrupted their conversation. They saw Chu Xue, dressed in a dark green jumpsuit with a deep V neckline revealing a pair of full, smooth curves. Her thick black hair was slightly curled and cascaded over her shoulders. Red tassel earrings adorned her ears, enhancing her fair complexion and captivating aura.
She, in impossibly high heels, hurried towards Qing Muye’s side. Tilting her head, her red lips curved into a bright smile. "Brother Muye, do you not have a female companion? I don't have one either, so perhaps we can go in together?"