Wuming Island, an unnamed island, had always been a devil training base. Those who entered, while not facing a one-in-ten chance of survival, endured immense hardship, emerging transformed.
Song Ci had once walked out of it, and now he would rather die than return.
"Have your brother, Song Jun, come to take over your job."
Qing Muye's words left no room for negotiation.
Song Ci wanted to plead further, but the words caught in his throat. He reluctantly nodded, "Yes, boss."
"Get out!"
The man's thin lips parted, and he uttered the single word coldly.
Song Ci's mouth twitched, and he immediately turned and walked out of the office.
Upon descending the Songyu Group building, he stood at the entrance and immediately called Meng Jingwei.
Ring, ring, ring—
Several calls went unanswered.
Song Ci slapped himself across the face, "Damn it, I'm so stupid! Ugh~~"
His slaps were crisp and loud. People passing by, all employees of Songyu Group, were quite familiar with Song Ci.
"Song... Assistant Song, what's wrong?"
"Assistant Song, are you alright? Should I call a doctor for you?"
"Assistant Song, are you okay?"
"There are no mosquitoes here, why are you hitting yourself?"
...
Colleagues cast curious glances. Song Ci, feeling both angry and annoyed, berated them, "What are you looking at? Is your work done? My facial muscles are stiff, a few slaps help to loosen them up, what's the problem? Get lost, all of you, get lost!"
With his reprimand, the colleagues scattered in a hurry.
He walked dejectedly to his car and called his elder brother, "Brother, I'm finished, I'm going to die."
"What happened?"
"Holy cow. Today I..." Song Ci recounted the day's events to his brother, Song Jun, on the phone. After finishing, he got to the point, "And then the boss wants to send me to Wuming Island! He also said I should have a good time there for a few months! Holy cow, with my old bones, am I going to die there? Brother, look at your brother, aren't I miserable?"
"Yes, miserable. 'Miserable' doesn't even begin to describe it. Sigh."
Song Jun on the other end of the phone deeply sighed, then with a 'poof,' he burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, little brother, I'm sorry, I have very high self-control, I usually only laugh out loud when I can't help it, hahahaha. Who told you to be so stupid, to dare offend the boss's woman, you deserve it..."
Song Ci's brother, Song Jun, roared with laughter, his voice on the phone sounding like a goose. Song Ci's face turned green with anger.
...
Hospital.
Meng Jingwei went to the hospital and directly registered for the neurology department. After waiting for a while, the doctor called her number.
Upon entering the examination room, Meng Jingwei explained her condition to the doctor.
The doctor arranged for an electrocardiogram, electroencephalogram, and various other tests. After a long wait, she received the results and showed them to the doctor. The doctor nodded, "You indeed have insomnia, with an initial diagnosis of insomnia lasting at least two months. However, most insomnia patients suffer from excessive psychological pressure, and a majority of young people experiencing insomnia nowadays are due to work stress..."
The doctor briefly discussed the symptoms and precautions for insomnia with Meng Jingwei and then prescribed some traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine.
It was already half-past five in the evening when she left the hospital.
After getting into her car, she looked at the missed calls on her phone from Song Ci.
Those were the calls Song Ci made while she was undergoing examinations, which she hadn't answered.
Meng Jingwei pondered for a moment and knew without thinking why Song Ci had called.
She put away her phone, not intending to call him back.
Just then, her phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, it displayed Qing Muye's name.
Meng Jingwei clutched her phone, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the hospital examination report and the pile of medicine on the passenger seat.
She had, after all, misunderstood Qing Muye.
So, at the Night Apartment, he had carefully made her porridge and warm milk, and the medicine he put in was indeed for treating insomnia.
Meng Jingwei still couldn't accept the fact that she had insomnia.
Recalling the unbearable things she had said to Qing Muye previously, the extremely unpleasant words she had hurled at him.
Even though he had tried to explain countless times, she hadn't believed him.
It was hard to imagine the helplessness and powerlessness of the usually cold and arrogant man, unable to defend himself in front of her, which made Meng Jingwei feel guilty and self-reproachful.
But even so, she would not reveal the truth to Qing Muye.
Continuing this 'misunderstanding' was fine; it served as an excellent reason to reject him.
Undeniably, the man treated her very well, but there was a chasm between them, and they were not people on the same parallel line, destined to be apart.
Moreover, she didn't like him.
"Hello?" Meng Jingwei answered the phone, her tone as cold as ever.
"Are you off work?"
On the other end of the phone, Qing Muye's voice was extremely gentle, as if he had poured out over twenty years of tenderness to her.
"Not yet, still busy. Song Ci brought the contract today and said you want to expand. I'm looking through the documents to learn more about the wedding industry in Lancheng."
"Work is work, and life is life. After work, you should relax. Only when you are in a good state yourself will you be twice as effective in your work."
"That makes a lot of sense."
"I'll be at your company in twenty minutes to pick you up, and we'll have dinner together."
"Alright."
Meng Jingwei hung up the phone and drove straight to the company.
Due to the evening rush hour, her journey back from the hospital was a bit congested. She arrived at the company and had barely gotten out of her car when Qing Muye appeared at the company entrance.
"Wow, is that Master Qing?"
"Master Qing is President Meng's god-brother, he must be here to see President Meng."
"Good heavens, he's so handsome. I didn't get a good look at him at the wedding before."
"So handsome, wearing a trench coat and sunglasses, he's simply a super male model, I'm in love, in love."
"If I had a brother this handsome, I'd walk sideways on the street."
...
The wedding company closed at six in the evening, and the employees hadn't left yet.
Seeing Qing Muye's handsome, dashing, and imposing presence, they were all deeply captivated by his chiseled, perfectly proportioned face, like something out of an anime.
Hearing the murmurs in the lobby, Meng Jingwei turned around and saw no one else but Qing Muye standing at the entrance.
"You're here?"
Meng Jingwei said faintly, then clapped her hands, "Come, since everyone is still working, I have something to tell you all. Gather around."
She called out, and colleagues from the first and second floors came over, lining up in three rows.
Meng Jingwei gestured to the space beside her, indicating for Qing Muye to stand there.
The man hung his sunglasses on the collar of his shirt and walked to her side, standing tall.
"Wow, that move of hanging up his sunglasses was so cool."
"His sharp features, his perfect golden ratio face, he's simply a presidential model face from an anime."
"Damn, if I were half as handsome as him, would I still be single?"
"Pfft, if you were as handsome as Master Qing, your girlfriend wouldn't have dumped you."
"It's over, it's over, I'm completely fallen, I don't think I'll ever find a boyfriend again."