Meng Jingwei lay on the bed scrolling through Weibo and saw many people scolding Qing Muye, saying he abandoned Li Yun'er and was now marrying her.
Wasn't he a man with a questionable orientation, marrying a woman only to continue the family line?
A torrent of insults followed, with some even going to the official Weibo of Songyu Group to curse.
Qing Muye's face remained calm, as if nothing were amiss. Seeing this, Meng Jingwei's heart ached.
So, while Qing Muye was busy at the company, she took out her laptop and uploaded the video of her disguise online.
She posted on her own Weibo account: 【@Qing Muye, thank fate for bringing us together, to know each other, and finally to support each other through thick and thin.
It all began when I saved you on my way delivering takeout late one night, and you promised me a reward of a hundred million.
Funny enough, you silly goose later found the wrong person to repay your gratitude to, and foolishly offered yourself in marriage to thank your 'savior'.
Perhaps guided by fate, you found me eventually.
Knowing that a Cinderella like me wasn't worthy of you, I dared not publicize our relationship, so you agreed to my request and kept it a secret.
Even when I disguised myself as a man, you were willing to appear in public with me, kissing me without regard for the opinions of others.
After that, the matter was exposed by the media, you were vilified, and even reprimanded by your grandmother.
Yet, you bore it all alone.
Everything you've done has made me gradually believe in the story of a prince and a Cinderella, and it deeply moved me, making me start to believe in love.
But it's no use for me to believe in love alone, especially since my parents were adamant about their opposition.
In their view, a marriage of 'matching social status' is crucial, and they worried I would be wronged marrying you.
It was you!
It was you who moved them with your actions.
Before we were officially together, my father had been in a coma for months, and you contacted specialists from abroad to treat my father.
While pursuing me, you drove with friends to my hometown on New Year's Eve, only to be turned away at the door. You then set off many fireworks outside, accompanying me through the New Year.
That night, I thought you would leave in a huff with your friends, but you didn't.
Without even having a New Year's Eve dinner, you spent the cold night in your car and returned to my doorstep on the morning of the first day of the lunar year.
My parents let you in, but they were overly hospitable to your friends while neglecting you, even asking you to chop firewood by the door.
Who are you?
The CEO of Songyu Group, the future successor of the Qing family, a person revered by countless individuals.
I thought you would refuse when faced with my father's 'difficulties.'
But you didn't.
I still clearly remember that New Year's Day morning, with heavy snow and biting cold, you stood by the door, axe in hand, chopping firewood all morning, breaking out in a sweat from exhaustion.
I also remember last year at Jinxiu Apartment.
That night, I was drunk, and the house caught fire unexpectedly. As it was late at night, no one noticed until the flames became uncontrollable, and then the alarm was raised.
The fire brigade arrived promptly and were systematically evacuating residents.
It was you, who, disregarding your personal safety and the firefighters' objections, bravely charged into the fire and found me in the bathroom.
That night, my long hair was burned short, and you were also injured.
And later, when I opened a wedding company, I offended someone and was set up at a wedding event, causing an accident.
While maintaining a distance from me on the surface, you secretly helped me investigate the truth and quietly sent me the evidence, which allowed me to smoothly handle the wedding accident.
Although Huixie Wedding Company went bankrupt, you knew it was my passion project, so you took over the company, increased investment, expanded its scale, retained all my previous employees, and gave me shares.
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These are just a tiny fraction of the many things you've done for me.
I am deeply touched by them.
In the days since we met, through separations and reunions, trials and tribulations, we have refined each other and grown together.
I am grateful for fate bringing us together, thankful for your silent companionship, and appreciative of my parents' blessing for us.
For the rest of my life, I wish to share joys and sorrows with you, brave the storms together, and grow old hand in hand.
—To my dearest Mr. Qing.】