Those words were clearly spoken because she was very dissatisfied with how Qing Muy野 handled things this time.
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
Qing Muy野 raised his white flag in surrender and patiently coaxed her, "It's my fault this time, I absolutely won't do it again."
"There's a next time?" Meng Jingwei turned around, her aggrieved little face tinged with anger, her cheeks flushed from annoyance.
"No, no, no, this will absolutely never happen again."
Qing Muy野 smiled warmly and swore.
"Alright, I'll let it go this time, lest you say I'm petty," she pouted and said unwillingly.
In reality, Meng Jingwei had no intention of truly settling scores with Qing Muy野.
Just as he had said, many things needed to be handled with secrecy. Once the news leaked, all plans would be ruined, causing immeasurable and serious losses.
She only hoped that everything would return to peace and that her family could live a stable and happy life.
The two chatted on the adjacent balcony for a long time, oblivious to the presence of the person who had woken up in the room next door.
That day, everyone stayed in the villa. To avoid any unforeseen incidents or being photographed by reporters, they had almost no entertainment activities, simply sitting together and chatting.
To make the act more convincing, Meng Jingwei also put up her assets and jewelry for auction online.
Her actions attracted significant media exposure and also brought considerable traffic to her on second-hand jewelry websites, so all the luxury item auctions went very smoothly.
In the evening, Qing Muy野 took charge of the cooking, and the other brothers helped out. Meng Jingwei and Shen Liannuo were responsible for accompanying the elderly and children.
Of course, there was also the 'amnesiac' Qiao Ziqian.
The atmosphere in the secluded villa was lively and bustling. The windows were covered with highly light-blocking curtains, shielding them from outside view.
Although Meng Tianhua and his wife did not know the truth, seeing their lively atmosphere, they couldn't bear to ask too many questions, feeling that they were simply adjusting their emotions.
The old couple thought that they couldn't help and shouldn't cause trouble.
And that night was the last peace before the storm.
After working until late at night, Lu Yanming and the others left, and the villa returned to quiet. The couple washed up and lay down in bed.
Outside, the night wind was gentle, rustling the leaves of the evergreen trees in the courtyard, inexplicably disturbing the calm in people's hearts.
Meng Jingwei nestled in Qing Muy野's arms, her hand around his waist, her breath filled with the man's unique masculine scent, familiar and comforting.
No, not comforting.
"A Ye, my right eyelid keeps twitching." Ever since she returned from the film crew today, she felt her right eyelid twitching. "They say the left eye jumps for fortune, and the right eye jumps for disaster. Could something happen?"
Qing Muy野 held the woman in his arms, his fingers caressing her delicate and smooth skin. The air was still filled with the lingering scent of post-coital bliss.
"Don't overthink it, get some good rest," he comforted Meng Jingwei.
In fact, for some reason, Qing Muy野 also faintly felt a strong sense of unease.
"Is there really no chance of things going wrong?" Meng Jingwei was still worried.
Qing Muy野 raised his hand and rubbed her head. After a few seconds of thought, he said, "The worst-case scenario is losing everything. If we're left with nothing, will you be willing to support me, A Wei?"
"Of course, no problem," she replied without hesitation.
"Then that's settled," Qing Muy野 hugged her tighter. "The worst that can happen is going back to square one. With you by my side, I believe there will be a day when we can rise again. So, put away those unnecessary worries and get some good rest."