He Xiaomingjin sought Meng Jingwei's opinion.
Meng Jingwei, holding onto the door handle with one hand and the doorframe with the other, lowered her head and thought for a second. "Let's stay here, it's quite good. It's convenient to get to the market, and the scenery is nice."
The point was, it was closest to the bustling area, making it convenient for Qing Muye to come, and easy for her to find him.
"Alright, I'll go get the study materials for you."
He Xiaomingjin turned and went downstairs. After a moment, he came back up, holding thick stacks of materials and books. "Here, these are all materials on the dialect of the Hidden Clan. You can familiarize yourself with them first."
"You said it's the dialect of the Hidden Clan, how can I understand it?"
"Grandpa specifically instructed me to prepare materials in Chinese, so you can understand them," he explained.
Meng Jingwei raised her eyebrows slightly and took the materials. "Your grandfather has really gone to great lengths."
There was a hint of sarcasm in her words.
He Xiaomingjin understood her feelings clearly but didn't show it. Instead, he feigned ignorance, "Yes, my grandfather treats you like his own granddaughter."
"Is there anything else?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Jingwei's expression darkened, and her aura turned several degrees colder.
At some point, she had started to feel a rejection towards Old Shen Tou and didn't want to hear anything about him anymore.
"Nothing else. Sister Weiwei..."
Bang—!
Before He Xiaomingjin could finish speaking, Meng Jingwei, carrying the materials in one arm, took a step back and slammed the door shut, shutting him out.
"Sister Weiwei, I know you can't forgive Grandpa right away, but I hope you can understand him. He has his reasons."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
"You might not know this, but every time Grandpa returns from Lancheng, he tells me a lot about you. Every time he mentions you, his eyes light up, and he has a kind smile on his face when he speaks. Many times, I envy you, envious that you can be doted on by Grandpa like this."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
She didn't need or want such affection.
"Sister Weiwei... sigh, forget it. You should rest early." He Xiaomingjin wanted to say more, but realizing Meng Jingwei wasn't responding at all, he couldn't be bothered to say anything further. He turned and left.
After he left, Meng Jingwei sat down at the table and opened the materials. She found that they were indeed in Chinese, and her interest was immediately piqued.
Around eleven or twelve at night, Meng Jingwei lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
The bedroom lights were out, plunging it into darkness. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and its radiance spilled through the window, casting a faint light into the dim room.
Just then, a dark shadow darted in through the window. Meng Jingwei saw the shadow and a smile curved her lips.
The man walked over, approached the bedside, and quietly looked down at the person on the bed.
He thought she was asleep, but the next moment, Meng Jingwei suddenly sat up, took his hand, and pulled him into her embrace. "I knew you would come."
As the woman drew closer, Qing Muye's breath filled with a familiar, faint fragrance, a scent unique to Meng Jingwei, which was pleasant.
Qing Muye held her and leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead. "Waiting for me?"
"Mm. I missed you."
Meng Jingwei confessed, "So, I was waiting for you."
"Silly girl, aren't you afraid I wouldn't come?" He smiled faintly. In the darkness, though his facial contours were faintly visible in the dim light, his eyes were indistinct.
Meng Jingwei reached out and caressed his cheek, murmuring softly, "I'm not afraid you won't come, I'm just afraid you'll be discovered."
"What are you thinking? A mere bamboo building can stop me? If I can't even handle such a small matter, how can I be your husband?"