Meng Jingwei chewed on the soup dumpling in her mouth, faintly sensing that something important was about to happen today, otherwise Old Chen would not be so serious.
After the meal, the new servants came to clear the dining table.
Meng Jingwei went upstairs to tidy up briefly. As she came downstairs, she happened to see Qing Muyu, who was about to go out to buy groceries.
"Tiezhu, are you going out to buy groceries?"
She stepped forward to greet him.
Qing Muyu was wearing a brown shirt and loose-fitting trousers, exuding a rustic charm that made it impossible to associate him with the identity of 'Qing Muyu'.
"Yes, Miss."
He turned and looked at Meng Jingwei, who was coming down the stairs, and stopped to wait for her.
Meng Jingwei came down from upstairs and walked up to Qing Muyu, smiling as she asked, "Can you make boiled fish? And steamed pork with preserved vegetables?"
"Yes, I can."
"Then please make these for me for lunch, okay? Thank you for your trouble."
She said with a charming smile.
In fact, Meng Jingwei was not picky about food. Especially since Qing Muyu had been personally cooking her three meals a day, she was already content and wouldn't make specific requests.
She just wanted to talk to him a bit longer.
As Qing Muyu looked at Meng Jingwei, his gaze swept around and finding no one in the living room, he lowered his voice and quietly told her, "Be careful."
"If I don't come back for lunch, don't worry about it."
Old Chen suddenly walked in from the living room doorway and said to Meng Jingwei.
"Ah? You're not coming back?"
Meng Jingwei's expression was calm, and she sighed, "Alright, I'll have to wait until the afternoon. Tiezhu, thank you for your trouble."
She gave Qing Muyu a look, acknowledging his words.
"Sister Weiwei, you're done so quickly? Let's go, I'm done too."
He Xiaomingjin said as he came down from upstairs.
"Okay, let's go."
Meng Jingwei replied, glancing at Old Chen, then at Qing Muyu, afraid of revealing anything. She didn't dare to talk to him further and left.
The three of them went down the mountain together, feeling the morning breeze, breathing in the fresh air, and looking at the dreamlike hidden tribe with its well-arranged residences. Meng Jingwei sighed with heartfelt emotion, "The scenery of the hidden tribe is quite good. It's a pity it hasn't been developed for tourism."
She believed that if the hidden tribe developed tourism, it would definitely generate considerable income.
"It's probably difficult for outsiders to get in," He Xiaomingjin remarked casually.
"Cough cough..."
Old Chen suddenly cleared his throat and coughed, changing the subject. "Stinky girl, do you know where I'm taking you today?"
"Where?"
Meng Jingwei knew that the entrance to the hidden tribe from the outside world was very concealed, otherwise, Old Chen would not have drugged her and brought her into the hidden tribe.
His constant caution was understandable.
"I'm taking you to see your mother."
Mother?
Meng Jingwei's steps faltered, and her willow-like eyebrows slightly furrowed.
She knew she would eventually meet He Xiaolanya, but she hadn't expected it to be so soon.
It was so soon that she wasn't even mentally prepared.
For over twenty years, she had thought she was an abandoned orphan. After going through so many twists and turns, she had finally found her birth mother, yet Meng Jingwei felt a sense of rejection.
Old Chen and He Xiaomingjin walked ahead, not noticing Meng Jingwei's change in demeanor.
Afterward, Meng Jingwei continued down the steps and set off by car from the foot of the mountain.
The off-road vehicle drove for over an hour, leaving the city and heading to a hill outside the suburbs.
On the hill stood a villa. The villa covered an area of three to four international basketball courts. The villa's design, with its white walls and blue tiles, was a fusion of the hidden tribe's and Huizhou architectural elements, making it exceptionally unique, grand, and luxurious.