"No, I don't think so. I think it's great. Think about it, everything you're doing now is for me, and Anthony and the others think you're dead, so they'll let their guard down. When you strike back, you'll be able to handle everything with ease. I'm even starting to look forward to a better life together."
Meng Jingwei often dreamed of growing old with Qing Muye, living simple, ordinary days filled with affection.
"I'm very touched that you can say these things," Qing Muye said, deeply moved.
"Alright, sit down quickly, let's eat together."
Meng Jingwei pulled Qing Muye to sit down, and they chatted while they ate.
The suite's thick curtains were drawn, and the dim lights were on, making it completely dark from the outside, indistinguishable from night.
The two were highly vigilant, ensuring absolute thoroughness in everything they did.
"By the way, you still haven't told me how you survived after being shot."
Qing Muye had left too hastily last time, and Meng Jingwei hadn't had a chance to ask in detail.
"I was indeed seriously injured on our wedding day, and the car really did plunge into the river. However, I didn't die after falling into the water, but managed to escape and left Lancheng."
He said.
Meng Jingwei picked up a shrimp with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth, chewing carefully. Her clear eyes showed a hint of slyness as she probed, "I guess the car plunging into the river was also your doing, wasn't it?"
In fact, after seeing Qing Muye last time, Meng Jingwei was certain that everything was meticulously planned by Qing Muye.
For such an intelligent man, if a visible shootout could kill him, wouldn't he have died a hundred times over during his years navigating the business world?
The magnates in the business world, while outwardly brilliant, had stepped on the bones and blood of countless people to get ahead.
Qing Muye's ability to become the richest man in Lancheng was not to be underestimated.
If he had truly died, it would have seemed utterly implausible.
Qing Muye was holding a glass of red wine, listening to Meng Jingwei's words, a faint smile appearing on his chiseled face. "My Ah Wei is so smart, I really don't know if it's good or bad."
"Of course it's good."
"Not necessarily."
"Why do you say that?"
"If one day I do something bad behind your back, wouldn't you see right through me?"
"Pfft, hahaha..."
Meng Jingwei was successfully amused by Qing Muye's words.
She hadn't expected him to still be in the mood for jokes in such a situation.
She raised her hand to cover her mouth, laughing heartily.
But every smile and glance fell into Qing Muye's eyes, deeply imprinted in his mind, as if they would never fade.
Qing Muye held his wine glass, gently swirling the red liquid within, and tilted his head to take a sip. "There's something we need to discuss."
"What is it?"
Sensing Qing Muye's serious expression, Meng Jingwei composed herself and asked earnestly.
"You are the young master of the Hidden Clan. After returning to the Hidden Clan, what will you do if everyone forces you to stay and become the clan leader?"
This question had troubled Qing Muye for a long time. He had never actively asked Meng Jingwei about it, fearing he might inadvertently add pressure to her.
But now that the matter was upon them and they were about to enter the Hidden Clan, preparations needed to be made in advance.
"I..."
She sighed and raised her hand to brush a stray strand of hair from her forehead. "I know, and I've been thinking about this. But... Ah Ye..."
Meng Jingwei looked at him with her clear, limpid eyes. "In my heart, a home is a place where there is you, me, and our child. I never wanted to stay in the Hidden Clan."
"You don't want to, but what about Master Shen?"