Because Qiao Ziqian had amnesia and found Old Madam Qing to be exceptionally approachable, seeing her as his grandmother, he developed a foundational trust in her.
He sat beside Old Madam Qing, chatting with her at length, and finally asked with a chuckle, "Grandmother, can I stay at your place?"
Qiao Ziqian was making his little plans.
"But..."
"No!"
Old Madam Qing was about to agree when Qing Muye decisively refused.
His words, spoken with a resounding force, reached Old Madam Qing. The smile on the elder’s face vanished abruptly, replaced by a look of heartbreaking disappointment.
"A Ye!"
Meng Jingwei frowned deeply and chided Qing Muye softly. Then, lowering her voice, she asked him, "How much more time does Grandmother have?"
This sentence struck a nerve with Qing Muye.
The sternness on the man's face softened slightly. He turned his head and cast a deep glance at Qiao Ziqian. Seeing him grin foolishly and innocently, he had no choice but to lower his guard.
Qing Muye wasn't worried about anything else, only that Qiao Ziqian mistook Meng Jingwei for 'Xingxing', which made him feel insecure.
"You can stay for a few days. I'll contact Qing Kangyu to pick you up later," Qing Muye said, standing up. He crushed the tip of his cigarette in the ashtray and walked towards the staircase.
After a few steps, he seemed to realize something, paused, and looked back at Meng Jingwei, "Not leaving?"
Meng Jingwei blinked, glanced at Qiao Ziqian beside her, and a faint smile curved her lips. She immediately stood up, "Let's go, let's go. I have something to tell you anyway."
Men are all this domineering.
When Old Madam Qing heard Qing Muye's words, her previously dim eyes suddenly lit up, and she smiled with relief.
She knew that Muye, despite his cold exterior, was very filial at heart.
"Xingxing, where are you going?"
The old lady’s relieved heart sank again. Just as she was secretly pleased that Qiao Ziqian could stay, she saw Qiao Ziqian get up immediately when Meng Jingwei was about to leave. He grabbed Meng Jingwei's arm, "I want to go with you."
Old Madam Qing: "..."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
Qing Muye: "..."
The three reacted with great surprise. Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye stopped in their tracks, both looking back at Qiao Ziqian simultaneously. Old Madam Qing looked at Qing Muye with concern, afraid that Qiao Ziqian would anger Qing Muye and be driven out of Yu Jing Villa.
"Let go!"
The man, standing tall and straight, had a handsome face filled with frost. His sharp eyes fixed on Qiao Ziqian, his imposing aura almost seeming to devour Qiao Ziqian.
His deep voice and the oppressive gaze made Qiao Ziqian’s heart tremble.
Meng Jingwei strongly believed that Qiao Ziqian was testing the limits of death. She reached out and pried Qiao Ziqian’s fingers open, "The doctor will be here soon. Wait in the living room. Also, I'm not Xingxing, nor am I Tang Wanxing. My name is Meng Jingwei."
If it weren't for Old Madam Qing's relationship with Qiao Ziqian, Meng Jingwei would have already kicked Qiao Ziqian out of the house.
But after all, he had amnesia. Not only was he Old Madam Qing's grandson, but he was also Qing Muye's younger brother. Meng Jingwei couldn't bear to do it.
Qiao Ziqian's hand was pried open, but he stubbornly gripped Meng Jingwei's sleeve tightly again. "Oh, your nickname is Xingxing, and your full name is Meng Jingwei, right? If you don't like me calling you Xingxing, I can call you Meng Meng. Meng Meng?"
The two words 'Meng Meng' seemed to strike him as familiar. He frowned, thought for a moment, then nodded heavily, "Yes, I'll call you Meng Meng from now on, okay?"
A memory from the deepest part of his brain.
Before Qiao Ziqian lost his memory, he called Meng Jingwei 'Meng Meng'.