“Old Shen Tou he…”
Meng Jingwei fell silent.
She lowered her head, using her chopsticks to poke at the food on her plate, and after a long while, she spoke again, “I have my own choices and my own thoughts.”
As she spoke, she suddenly looked up, her gaze fixed firmly on Qing Muye, “My home, my children, my husband, they are all in Lancheng.”
Therefore, no matter what, she would not stay in the Hidden Tribe.
The reason Meng Jingwei agreed to go to the Hidden Tribe was because she was wary of their power and knew she was too weak to resist, which was why she agreed.
But after going to the Hidden Tribe, some things would not be decided by Old Shen Tou alone.
Now, with Qing Muye as her backing, she was even more confident.
This was also why Meng Jingwei did not tell Old Shen Tou about Qing Muye’s fake death; she had her own plan.
Old Shen Tou had been in hiding for many years. While he was good to her, his loyalty was primarily to the Hidden Tribe.
A person with such strong convictions might do something unimaginable to her for the sake of the Hidden Tribe in the end.
“I’m here, don’t worry.”
Qing Muye smiled gently, his eyes shining as he looked at Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei nodded, letting out a long sigh, “You’re my husband, who else can I trust if not you? Also, your Uncle Seven has been keeping a close eye on your businesses lately. After I leave Lancheng, he should become impatient and make his move.”
“You’ve done very well. Many of your ideas align with mine. Go ahead and do it. I believe in you, and I believe in my own judgment.”
The man spoke with a hint of pride in his voice.
It was as if he felt marrying Meng Jingwei was the most correct choice he had ever made and had no regrets.
“I suddenly don’t know if you’re praising me or praising yourself,” Meng Jingwei was amused by Qing Muye.
She put down her chopsticks, rested her elbows on the table, and propped her chin, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she gazed intently at Qing Muye, just watching him.
The man got up and scooped her a bowl of ginseng soup, “Drink some soup. You need to nourish yourself.”
“No. I just want to look at you.”
She said it sincerely.
Facing the man, who was as pleasing to the eye as a delicious meal, Meng Jingwei suddenly felt she wasn’t hungry. She just wanted to look at Qing Muye more, afraid of missing him and not seeing him for a long time after tonight.
Qing Muye, who was peeling shrimp, paused slightly. He looked up at the woman sitting opposite him. Seeing her gentle smile, he shook his head helplessly, tilted his head to the side, and chuckled.
The man’s deep and three-dimensional face, viewed from the side, appeared even more chiseled and exceptionally refined.
Such a man, when not smiling, was handsome and cool; but when he gave a slight, reserved smile, he exuded a devilishly charming allure that captivated the soul.
“Were your parents very good-looking? Otherwise, how could you be so handsome…”
She rarely praised Qing Muye like this, and it was also the first time she had proactively mentioned his parents.
Their existence had not brought Qing Muye happy memories. Instead, as Meng Jingwei mentioned them, the smile on his face gradually lost its warmth, becoming cold.
Sensing Qing Muye’s wrong reaction, Meng Jingwei realized belatedly that she had said the wrong thing.
“I’m sorry, I…”
Before she could finish her apology, Qing Muye shook his head, “It’s alright, it’s my problem.” He hesitated for a moment, “After this matter is over, I’ll take you to see them.”
“Okay. When we return safely, you’ll take me to pay our respects to them.”
“Mm.”
Qing Muye responded with a hum and changed the subject, “Eat more. You’ve lost a lot of weight recently.” He continued to put food on her plate, his eyes filled with doting affection.