He spoke…
She was diagnosed with insomnia. Did Qing Muyue seek medical treatment for her everywhere?
When she was kidnapped onto the cruise ship, did Qing Muyue abandon a hundred billion order in Country C and fly back immediately to save her?
When she was washed away by the flood in Dongpu Village, did Qing Muyue risk his life to save her?
To protect her adoptive parents in the countryside, did he send people to live next door?
Meng Jingwei pondered these thoughts, her heart filled with emotion.
No wonder when she called her parents a few days ago, they said a new neighbor had moved into the previously empty house next door. They said the person was hired by the reservoir contractor to guard the reservoir and prevent people from fishing and stealing fish. It turned out Qing Muyue had sent them to protect her parents.
Especially…
Did she really have insomnia?
Before this, Meng Jingwei only knew that she could only fall asleep between four and five in the morning. She had thought it was just her natural short sleep duration and hadn't thought much of it.
She had even thought Qing Muyue was just spewing nonsense and making up excuses when he said she had insomnia, and she had never believed him!
So, had she misunderstood Qing Muyue?
Meng Jingwei quickly processed the information Song Ci had told her and continued to fill out the contract until both documents were completed.
When she looked up, Song Ci was already standing by the office window, smoking silently.
Although Song Ci’s attitude wasn't very good, he was at least loyal to Qing Muyue and meticulous in his care for him.
Meng Jingwei didn't blame him.
After all, ever since she started managing the wedding company as Qing’s god-granddaughter, she had heard too many unpleasant and disparaging remarks.
It was fine if one person said it, but when many people said it, it would always hurt people’s hearts and gradually break down their defenses.
“The contracts are signed. Take them to him.”
Meng Jingwei finished signing the contracts and put down her pen.
Coincidentally, Shi Ran brought in coffee and said to Song Ci with a smile, “Assistant Song, your coffee is here.”
Meng Jingwei then said to Shi Ran, “Xiao Ran, see the guest out.”
“Ah? See… see the guest out? Wasn’t Assistant Song just arriving?” Shi Ran could sense something was off with the atmosphere in the office.
Song Ci stubbed out his cigarette and turned around, saying, “No need, I’ll leave myself!”
He picked up the contracts huffily and strode out.
Seeing Song Ci’s darkened expression, Shi Ran knew there had been a disagreement with Meng Jingwei. “Wei Jie, Song Ci is Master Qing’s man. Did you two have a fight?”
Meng Jingwei breathed a sigh of relief and said, “It’s nothing, don’t worry.”
She looked at her wristwatch; it was already three in the afternoon. She added, “You stay at the shop. I need to go out for a bit. Also, post some notices to recruit people.”
“Ah? Didn’t we just recruit? Why again?”
“Never mind, no need. I have something else to do, I’ll be going now.”
Meng Jingwei waved her hand and left with her bag.
She had initially wanted to recruit more people, but upon careful consideration, she realized that Qing Muyue, being thorough in his plans, would surely bring in an experienced team. Why would she need to recruit anyone?
Leaving the company, Meng Jingwei drove straight to the hospital.
Meanwhile, Song Ci drove his car and arrived at Songyu Group.
Songyu Group was only a ten-minute drive from ‘Encounter’ Wedding Company, very close.
After getting out of the car, he went back to the company with the documents, his steps swift as he hurried upstairs and burst into the CEO’s office.
Qing Muyue was sitting at his desk, processing documents. Hearing someone enter, he assumed it was someone from the secretarial department. However, the next moment, a document was slammed down in front of him.
The man looked up and saw Song Ci’s somber and displeased expression. His eyes flickered as he asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Boss, at that time, you told Meng Jingwei to fill out the contract however she pleased. I thought you were so good to Meng Jingwei, and that woman would at least be grateful. Now, look at this. After all your hard work and money invested, she only gave you five percent of the shares. This is too much. Meng Jingwei is too ungrateful!”
Song Ci had been working by Qing Muyue’s side for many years, so he was naturally steady and measured in his actions.
However, having repeatedly seen Qing Muyue change his principles for Meng Jingwei, he had developed dissatisfaction towards Meng Jingwei, which naturally made him easily agitated and angry.
“Oh, really?”
The man leaned back in his executive chair, picked up the contract casually, and turned the pages with his long fingers. While looking at the contract, he asked, “What did you say to Ah Wei then?”
“I said everything! That greedy, heartless, ungrateful woman with a belly full of schemes, she…”
Song Ci used all the derogatory words he could think of to describe Meng Jingwei. But as he spoke, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze fixed on him. His spine chilled, and he looked up at Qing Muyue, only to find his exquisitely handsome face filled with anger.
The next moment, the man stood up and threw the contract directly at him, hitting him hard.
“Open it yourself and see clearly!”
The man commanded in a deep voice.
Song Ci was astonished, unable to understand why his boss was suddenly furious.
He immediately reached out and opened the contract, flipping through it from front to back. He then discovered that the holder of 95% of the shares was… it was Qing Muyue!
In other words, Meng Jingwei had only given herself 5% of the shares?!
“Impossible, how could I have misread it!”
Song Ci couldn’t accept his mistake and flipped through the contract again.
The result was indeed that Meng Jingwei had only given herself a 5% share.
He was dumbfounded. “How could that person who is so greedy for money give herself only 5%?”
Despite not wanting to accept reality, the reality was that Meng Jingwei had given herself a very small share.
This meant that Song Ci had subconsciously assumed Meng Jingwei would definitely give herself a very large percentage of the shares. So, when Meng Jingwei was filling out the contract, he, sitting opposite her, saw her write ‘95%’ and immediately assumed it was Meng Jingwei’s share for herself.
“This… Boss, this… is why you left the share percentage blank for Miss Meng to fill in?”
Song Ci trembled under Qing Muyue’s sharp gaze, and he couldn’t help but swallow.
Thinking of the self-destructive words he had spoken in front of Meng Jingwei earlier, he immediately felt guilty, believing he had been too petty.
Qing Muyue took a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, lit it, and put it to his lips, taking a deep drag. He exhaled a faint wisp of smoke from his thin lips. “You’ve been with me for over ten years without a break. It’s time for you to have a proper holiday.”
“Ah? I… Boss, it was my fault, I was petty. Please don’t give me a holiday. How about this, I’ll go apologize to Miss Meng, and I’m sure I’ll earn her forgiveness.”
Song Ci was on the verge of tears.
Too rash, too damned rash!
How could he have made such a big mistake?
“Go to Wuming Island and have a good few months of fun before coming back.”
The man, holding the cigarette, walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.
Behind him, Song Ci’s face immediately drooped, filled with despair and pain. “Boss, I’ll beg for your forgiveness with thorns and sticks. Miss Meng is magnanimous and will definitely forgive me.”
He wished he could slap himself a few times.
What did ‘have fun on Wuming Island’ mean?
Was that fun?
That was playing with his life!