Meng Jingwei was always a foodie, especially after starving all morning. The sight of Qing Muyu enjoying the delicacies alone was a torment and torture to her.
The man seemed to chide her deliberately, but seeing the woman opposite him gobbling down food with her head down, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curve into an imperceptible arc.
He slowed his eating pace, and eventually just held his chopsticks, eating rice without touching the dishes anymore.
The dishes on the table were cleared by her at a visible speed.
Meng Jingwei put down her bowl and chopsticks, pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth, looking utterly satisfied.
Leaning back on the sofa, she let out a long sigh and even burped ungracefully.
"Hiccup~"
The sound was particularly clear in the office.
Meng Jingwei immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth, a trace of unnaturalness flashing across her face.
Qing Muyu had been with Meng Jingwei for not a short but not a long time. He was used to her cold exterior and her easy-going nature in private, and found it inexplicably amusing.
Sensing his intense gaze, Meng Jingwei frowned, "What are you looking at me for? Now that dinner is finished, can you tell me about Shu Yao?"
"Eating and drinking for free and not even willing to clean up?"
Qing Muyu sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, pointing to the leftover food on the table, indicating for her to clear the dishes.
Although the little woman was unwilling in a hundred ways, considering she got a free meal from him... pfft, considering the deliciousness of this meal, she grudgingly tidied up the meal boxes and wiped the table clean with tissues, keeping it tidy.
After finishing everything, she looked at Qing Muyu again with a cold expression, "Can you tell me now?"
"No problem."
He nodded slightly, "Qing Sihui... sss... hhuu... my head hurts a bit."
Before he could even finish a sentence, Qing Muyu suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his head, his facial expression quite pained.
Having spent a lot of time with Qing Muyu, Meng Jingwei knew that he was never one to be melodramatic or put on an act.
Therefore, when he cried out in pain, Meng Jingwei's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately sat up straight, "Are... are you alright?"
Suddenly, Meng Jingwei's mind conjured up a scenario.
Qing Muyu was inexplicably getting close to Yun Shasha and even said he liked her, but he had been so good to her before.
During this period, Meng Jingwei was torn and tormented.
On one hand, she found the relationship between Qing Muyu and Yun Shasha perplexing, and his claim of liking Yun Shasha seemed like a facade; on the other hand, she felt that Qing Muyu might genuinely like Yun Shasha.
Being both true and false, Meng Jingwei couldn't tell.
So, when she saw Qing Muyu rubbing his temples and complaining of pain, she thought: Could it be like those cliché melodramas, where the boyfriend has cancer and is dying, so he pretends to like someone else and wants to break up with her?
Even though they had been broken up for over three months, Meng Jingwei's heart was still full of Qing Muyu.
Her heart was so small that it could only accommodate this man.
Even if he had deceived her, she couldn't forget him in a short while.
She could only let time pass, gradually forgetting him in the long river of years.
"N-no, I'm fine. Just a slight headache."
Qing Muyu rested his elbow on the armrest of the sofa, propping up his forehead. His brows, as dark as ink, were tightly furrowed, and his handsome face was etched with pain.
"Otherwise, I'll call a doctor for you."
She remained worried about Qing Muyu and took out her phone, preparing to call a doctor.
The man opposite her seemed to sense Meng Jingwei's concern for him.
His heart, which had been sinking to the bottom, began to warm, giving him a glimmer of hope.
It was then that he said, "It's an old problem. Help me call a masseur, and it'll be better after a massage."
"Masseur?"
Meng Jingwei's hand holding the phone faltered slightly. She looked up at Qing Muyu opposite her. He had his eyes closed, looking pained.
Her breath hitched, and she immediately nodded, "Okay, I'll call a masseur for you right now."
She opened the city service app and was about to call a masseur, but seeing that the masseur would arrive in over half an hour, Meng Jingwei sighed, "Forget it, I'll give you a massage."
Her proactive offer surprised Qing Muyu.
He opened his eyes and detected a hint of worry on her fair and delicate face, making Qing Muyu feel greatly comforted.
He waved his hand and directly refused, "No need. I can hold on until the masseur arrives."
"It will take at least half an hour for the masseur to arrive. It's better for me to massage you directly."
Meng Jingwei didn't give Qing Muyu any chance to refuse. She got up, walked behind Qing Muyu, and unhesitatingly placed her hands on his temples, massaging them for him.
This action surprised even Meng Jingwei herself after she calmed down.
Her massaging hands paused, and she muttered to herself: Meng Jingwei, are you crazy? You've already broken up, yet you're still worried about his life and death?
She had been dumped, and now she was worried about him. Meng Jingwei was afraid of losing face, so she added a saving remark, "If you die in the office midway, where will I get information about Qing Sihui's plan? Besides, if you really die, won't the company people think I poisoned you?"
These words were meant as an explanation.
After saying them, even Meng Jingwei felt they were unnecessary explanations.
Qing Muyu felt Meng Jingwei's emotional changes, his thin lips curved slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.
However, the smile was fleeting.
He was afraid that Meng Jingwei would notice it.
"You can leave now, I'll just bear with it."
He said this, but he deliberately sat up straighter, making it convenient for Meng Jingwei to massage him.
"Just shut up. Regardless, you are Grandma's grandson. If you die, Grandma will definitely hold a grudge against me and hate me for the rest of her life."
She thought of another more reasonable excuse.
This time, Qing Muyu said nothing more.
Meng Jingwei stood behind him, tenderly massaging him.
It was afternoon, and sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting beams of light on Meng Jingwei, bathing her in a hazy halo, making the two of them appear particularly intimate, like a respectful old married couple.
Qing Muyu really wanted to speak to Meng Jingwei, but he dared not.
Because as soon as he spoke, Meng Jingwei would ask about Qing Sihui's matters. If he finished explaining, he was afraid Meng Jingwei would leave immediately.
Dare not?
Qing Muyu, who usually did as he pleased, had never imagined that one day he would use the word "dare not" for himself.
"How is it, feeling any better?"
After massaging for a while, Meng Jingwei asked again.
Qing Muyu let out a soft "Mm," "Much better."
"Have you gone to the hospital to check your brain? Headaches are not a good thing. You should get it checked." Meng Jingwei's words were full of concern for him, but she was afraid Qing Muyu would laugh at her if he heard it, since she had already been dumped and was still caring about him.
So she added, "If something really happens to you, Grandma's future days won't be easy either."