Facing the direct rejection from Qing Muye, it was largely within Meng Jingwei’s expectations.
She leaned against the booth, her gaze fixed on the document on the table, her brows furrowed slightly. “If it weren’t for me being Grandma’s god-granddaughter, the wedding company wouldn’t have been able to achieve such results. I’m grateful to you, grateful to the Qing family, but such ‘advantages’ are also a burden to me.”
Meng Jingwei spoke her mind candidly.
She added at the end, “If you really don’t want to sign, then don’t.”
Since he was unwilling to accept, she planned to close the wedding company.
She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she kept that money!
Knock, knock—
The waiter knocked on the door and brought in the Western meal.
Meng Jingwei put away the contract, pointed at the Western meal on the table, and said, “Let’s eat. I think the filet mignon here tastes quite good. Try it.”
As she spoke, she poured a glass of wine for Qing Muye and then raised her glass, her red lips curving into a sweet smile. “Regardless, thank you very much.”
Qing Muye looked at her, his narrow, elongated pupils devoid of the joy they held when he first entered. Instead, they were filled with an unfathomable complexity.
He raised his glass of red wine with his long, handsome fingers and clinked it with hers, but said nothing.
Meng Jingwei raised her glass and downed the red wine in one gulp, then sighed emotionally, “The wine tastes good, I’m hungry, I’ll start eating.”
“Mm.”
Qing Muye responded with a hum, slowly savoring the red wine. His gaze rested on the young woman opposite him, taking in her face, which was trying to put on a brave smile.
Then, he tilted his head to look out the window, lost in thought.
When he first met her, her face was always adorned with a brilliant smile, like a carefree girl living life to the fullest.
Now, her smiles were increasingly rare, which inexplicably made Qing Muye feel a pang of heartache.
Throughout the meal, the two chatted intermittently, discussing only trivial matters.
After the meal, they each returned to their respective companies.
Qing Muye did not sign the contract Meng Jingwei brought. When she returned to her shop and was preparing to discuss closing the business with her staff, Song Ci suddenly arrived.
“Miss Meng.”
Song Ci, dressed in a suit, entered the wedding shop. Meng Jingwei was standing in the lobby on the first floor, and he walked directly towards her.
Meng Jingwei turned to look at him, asking in confusion, “Assistant Song, why are you here?”
“I’ve brought some things as well. Can we talk in your office?”
“Okay. Come on up.”
Meng Jingwei nodded and said to her assistant, Shi Ran, “Xiao Ran, please bring a cup of coffee.”
Assistant Shi Ran responded and immediately went to make coffee.
Song Ci and Meng Jingwei went up to the office on the second floor. As they walked, Meng Jingwei asked, “Did Qing Muye send you?”
“Yes.”
Song Ci smiled. “So I’ve brought you some good news as well.”
They entered the office. Song Ci sat on the sofa, while Meng Jingwei sat opposite him, wearing a polite, professional smile. “What good news?”
Seeing Song Ci’s smile, it was as if he couldn’t contain some incredibly good news.
Song Ci smiled mysteriously and took out two documents from his briefcase, placing them in front of Meng Jingwei. “The boss says your wedding shop is doing well, and he wants to cooperate with you and invest. But your storefront is too small, so the boss has just sent people to rent out the ten floors next door, signing a ten-year long-term lease. However, the boss said that the equity share is for you to fill out personally.”
“A ten-year long-term lease?”
Meng Jingwei couldn’t help but chuckle, marveling at how generous wealthy people were.
To rent property in this area for ten years, and ten floors at that.
Was this an attempt to monopolize the wedding market in Lancheng?
“Yes, ten years,” Song Ci nodded.
Meng Jingwei picked up the contract and began to read the clauses, but all the sections regarding equity distribution were left blank, waiting for her to fill them in.
At the bottom, Qing Muye’s name was already signed.
Seeing Meng Jingwei engrossed in the documents, Song Ci immediately said, “The boss said that the share proportion is entirely up to your personal will to fill in.”
Song Ci thought that a woman as greedy as Meng Jingwei would certainly feel like she had stumbled upon a great bargain and would allocate a very small share to his boss.
“Since the property has been rented, the contract naturally needs to be signed.”
Qing Muye was a businessman and would never do business at a loss.
He would spend money to rent ten floors next door for ten years, so he must know the profitability of the storefront.
Meng Jingwei picked up her pen and spread out the contract, preparing to fill in the share of equity.
But just as Meng Jingwei opened her pen, Song Ci suddenly asked, “Miss Meng, how do you think the boss treats you?”
“Very well.”
“Hehehe, I’ve followed the boss for many years, and I’ve never seen him treat anyone this well.” Song Ci chuckled dryly, implying something.
Meng Jingwei gave him a cold glance and didn’t respond, preparing to sign the contract.
As a result, Song Ci immediately asked, “Miss Meng, how do you plan to allocate the shares?”
Hearing this, the small woman’s hand holding the pen paused slightly. Her eyelids lifted, and her cold eyes fixed directly on Song Ci. “Assistant Song, are you telling me what to do?”
From the moment Song Ci handed her these two documents, she had read a lot from his eyes.
How could she not understand what he was thinking?
Song Ci hadn't expected Meng Jingwei to question him so directly, and her attitude was somewhat cold.
He pursed his lips, paused for a moment, and then gave an embarrassed laugh, “Miss Meng, you’re overthinking it, seriously.”
Under Meng Jingwei’s sharp gaze, Song Ci fell silent and didn’t say another word.
Meng Jingwei then took the contract and, without hesitation, filled in ‘95%’ in the section for share proportion!
Bang!
Suddenly, Song Ci slammed his hand on the table. “Miss Meng, aren’t you going too far? If it weren’t for the boss, do you think your wedding shop’s business would be so good? The ten floors next door, the rent alone is millions, and once the renovation is done, it will be a considerable sum. Is Miss Meng trying to get something for nothing?”
Startled by the sudden slamming of the table, Meng Jingwei was taken aback, but upon hearing Song Ci’s words, she merely smiled dismissively.
However, her smile was exceptionally ironic.
She ignored Song Ci and continued filling out the contract.
Song Ci kept staring at Meng Jingwei, constantly complaining, “Back then, when you were kidnapped onto the cruise ship, it was the boss who gave up a ten-billion-dollar order from Country C and flew back immediately to save you; in Dongpu Village, when you were washed away by the flood, it was also he who risked his life to find you; when you were diagnosed with insomnia, after coming out of the underground palace, he…”
Mentioning the “underground palace,” Song Ci suddenly remembered the boss’s repeated warnings not to let Meng Jingwei know, so he quickly changed his tune and said, “The boss sought medical treatment for you everywhere, and to avoid causing you psychological pressure, he never dared to tell you. He even arranged for several experts to live next door to your parents to protect your mother. He’s done so much for you, yet you’re still so insatiably greedy.”
Listening to Song Ci’s words while signing the contract, Meng Jingwei’s pen paused.
Her gaze was fixed on the contract, but Song Ci’s words swirled in her mind.