"You've all gained weight. Eat any more and you'll turn into pigs."
Ever since she became pregnant, Meng Jingwei had been diligently controlling her weight, and she was already working hard to get back in shape after giving birth.
"When you say that, have you considered the pigs' feelings?"
The man teased her casually.
Meng Jingwei let out a chuckle, then said seriously, "Pigs are more popular the fatter they are. Maintaining one's figure is a lifelong commitment for women. Otherwise, if I become an old hag one day, and you leave me for a young, delicate wife, how pathetic would I be?"
"Are you sure it would be me leaving you, and not you leaving me?" The man took a sip of his wine, raising an eyebrow meaningfully.
Because Qing Muyie was in 'hiding', Meng Jingwei had become the primary heir according to legal succession. Therefore, Qing Muyie no longer owned any assets.
Meng Jingwei had transformed overnight into the richest woman in Lancheng.
While Meng Jingwei was going through the various transfer procedures, she was indeed shocked by Qing Muyie.
"I've always wondered why you were so comfortable entrusting so many assets to me?"
Although Qing Muyie's 'death' was a staged event and they hadn't discussed it beforehand, she later deduced the truth and knew that since Qing Muyie was willing to do this, he wouldn't care about the assets.
But those assets weren't just a few hundred million or a billion; they were in the thousands of billions.
His excessive trust in her made Meng Jingwei feel incredibly touched and fortunate to have found such a good man.
"I've always trusted my judgment."
As Qing Muyie spoke, a light gleamed in his clear, sharp eyes, the kind of intense gaze that spoke of deep affection for someone.
"Thank you."
Meng Jingwei was genuinely moved. "A Ye, thank you for staying by my side, no matter what."
How fortunate she was to have met him?
"I often wonder, if you weren't here, what would I do? Would I really have to submit to fate?"
If she hadn't met Qing Muyie, and if he hadn't fallen in love with her, she would have been very passive and helpless when facing the hidden clans.
Old Chen Tou and Daisy Tini obeyed her implicitly also because she was the future young mistress of the hidden clans.
But Meng Jingwei did not wish to be the young mistress of the hidden clans. Once she returned to them, the situation would develop entirely beyond her control.
"Perhaps we met in this life to repay a debt from a past life."
"Past life?"
It was hard to imagine the atheist Qing Muyie uttering such words.
"If you hadn't accumulated merit and good deeds in your past life, how would I have found you in the vast sea of people?" He then rephrased, "If you hadn't saved me that day, how would I have had the chance to sit here with you, sharing a late-night meal?"
Fate was predestined.
Everything seemed to be guided by an unseen hand.
"Come, let's toast to our destiny; to our meeting, our getting to know each other, and our future companionship."
Meng Jingwei picked up the wine glass on the table and clinked it with his. "For the rest of our lives, I hope we can grow old together."
"Is my Ah Wei envious of the love of the elderly?"
"Of course. That's the true meaning of 'one lifetime, one love, one partner'."
"Good."
He clinked his glass with hers.
Meng Jingwei raised her wine glass, about to drink, but Qing Muyie stopped her. "Wait."
"What is it?"
She blinked, looking at Qing Muyie blankly. He stood up, walked around the table, and stopped in front of her.
"Stand up."
Qing Muyie took her hand and helped her to her feet. "On our wedding night, we should have had our own 'cross-cupped toast'. We didn't have the chance before, but it mustn't be missed."
Something had happened on their wedding day, preventing them from having the toast. And the last time they met in the forest outside C Country, there was also no opportunity for drinks.
This time, Qing Muyie certainly wouldn't miss it.