“Alas, I used to think Grandpa Chen was a good person, but I didn’t expect him to be so wicked,” Shi Ran pouted, feeling a bit sorry for Meng Jingwei.
“Let’s not talk about us,” Meng Jingwei changed the subject. “A Ye, where will you two be staying?”
“We’ll stay at Yipinju. There are three empty rooms. You two can pick your rooms and stay here.” Qing Muye had already made arrangements.
Knock, knock, knock –
Someone was knocking at the door again. “Boss, someone’s here to see you,” the person outside said.
Qing Muye stood up. “You all chat. I’ll go out for a bit.” He turned and walked out of the living room, closing the door behind him.
Only three people were left in the living room. Meng Jingwei wanted to send Tang Si away so she could ask Shi Ran about Chaoyun Esports.
Then she heard Tang Si speak, “I’ve brought Shi Ran. I’ve arranged for trustworthy people to manage your Chaoyun Esports for you. Your company will definitely flourish.” Tang Si winked at Meng Jingwei with a charming smile, “Don’t worry, little chili pepper, I definitely won’t tell my second brother about this.”
When Tang Si first learned that Meng Jingwei was secretly running a business, he found it hard to believe. But then he thought about Meng Jingwei’s independent nature; she would never rely on his second brother long-term, so it was normal for her to start a business.
“Thanks,” Meng Jingwei said, thanking him. She glanced at Shi Ran, her eyes questioning.
Shi Ran knew she had made a mistake and drooped her head. “Sister Wei, I’m sorry, I… I…”
“It’s not her fault. I saw her working at Chaoyun Esports and had someone investigate. That’s how I found out,” Tang Si quickly explained, fearing Meng Jingwei would blame Shi Ran, his protective instincts kicking in.
“What’s the hurry? I’m not going to hit her,” Meng Jingwei couldn’t help but tease, noticing the flustered look on Tang Si’s face.
How could Shi Ran not understand the implied meaning in her words? Her face flushed red, and she showed the shyness of a pure girl. “Sister Wei, don’t talk nonsense.”
“Nonsense? What nonsense did I say?” Meng Jingwei turned sideways to face Shi Ran, with a look of bewilderment.
“I… I…” Shi Ran was speechless, belatedly realizing she had overreacted.
Tang Si sat quietly to the side, watching the two sisters chat, smiling without saying a word.
Before long, Qing Muye returned. After a leisurely afternoon of chatting, everyone was in high spirits.
In the evening, Qing Muye had the kitchen prepare dinner, and they all sat together, eating and talking. They were so engrossed in their conversation that Qing Muye didn’t remind them of the time, even though it was getting late. It wasn’t until ten o’clock that night, when Old Master Chen called, that Meng Jingwei realized it was time to go.
Qing Muye took Shi Ran and Tang Si to choose their rooms. Tang Si was assigned to room Di Zi No. 1, and Shi Ran to Di Zi No. 2, with only a wall separating them. Qing Muye also gave Tang Si and Shi Ran each a miniature translation earpiece and a mobile phone, instructing them to wear them when they went out to facilitate their life in the Hidden Tribe.
“You two get some good rest. Ah Wei and I need to head back. The forecast says it might rain later,” he said to them, with his arm around Meng Jingwei’s shoulder.
“Alright, President Qing.”
“Okay, Second Brother, little chili pepper, you guys go ahead,” Shi Ran and Tang Si nodded in response.
After speaking, Qing Muye’s eyes, as dark as ink, shot out a cold glint. “Call her Sister-in-law!”