"Ziqian, the doctor's here, come over quickly and let him take a look at your eyes," Madam Qing called out as soon as she saw the servant bringing in the family doctor. She was afraid that if Qiao Ziqian said any more, he would truly infuriate Qing Muye, and the consequences would be dire.
"Yes, yes, hurry and go see the doctor about your eyes," Meng Jingwei flicked Qiao Ziqian's hand away, urging him to move. Just then, Lan Shu walked in. Meng Jingwei waved at Lan Shu, "Take him to see the doctor." As she spoke, she turned her back to Qing Muye and winked at Lan Shu.
Lan Shu understood instantly. Clicking her heels, she walked over with elegant steps. Sensing the heavy atmosphere in the hall, she quickened her pace, grabbing Qiao Ziqian. "Young Master Qiao, your eyes are injured. If you don't see a doctor soon, they might be ruined."
"Oh~" Qiao Ziqian mumbled unhappily, casting a resentful glance at Qing Muye. He turned and walked towards the sofa, looking back at Qing Muye repeatedly.
Qing Muye, still enveloped in a chilling aura, withdrew his gaze. His warm hand held Meng Jingwei's, and he led her upstairs. Meng Jingwei smiled helplessly, glancing back at Lan Shu, signaling her to help look after Qiao Ziqian. Lan Shu nodded and gave an "okay" gesture.
Upstairs, in the bedroom. Qing Muye entered the bedroom and went straight through to the balcony, standing there and smoking silently. Watching his retreating back, Meng Jingwei couldn't help but laugh and cry. She closed the door and walked towards him. Standing behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and tilted her head, asking, "Are you jealous?"
The man held a cigarette between his long, handsome fingers. He took a drag, his lips exhaling a faint mist that dispersed with the wind. He remained silent.
"A Ye, believe me, Qiao Ziqian's nature isn't bad. I've spent a long time with him. If he really wanted to harm me, I wouldn't be alive today. Besides..." She paused, sighing. "You also know that Grandma's condition is getting worse. Mom and Dad say her conscious time is getting shorter each day, and she doesn't have much time left. For her, your father was the regret of her life, and seeing Qiao Ziqian is a form of spiritual solace. Moreover, he only mistook me for Tang Wanxing, he doesn't like me, what are you afraid of?"
What Meng Jingwei said was from the bottom of her heart. No matter what, Qiao Ziqian was Qing Muye's brother, his kin. Meng Jingwei hoped that the brothers could support each other.
The proud man glanced sideways at Meng Jingwei, his handsome features tinged with a hint of tenderness, but he still averted his gaze and looked into the distance.
"Not talking? Fine, if you want quiet, have your quiet. I'll go downstairs and check on Qiao Ziqian." She deliberately provoked Qing Muye, and then, as if meaning it, she released her hands and turned to leave.
"How dare you!" Qing Muye turned around and pulled her into his arms. "You're getting bolder and bolder. Do you think I can't do anything to you?"
Held in his embrace, Meng Jingwei looked up, her smiling eyes meeting his unfathomably deep ones. "You're the one not talking to me, and now you're blaming me? After not seeing you for a few days, Mr. Qing's tongue has gotten much sharper."
"I've considered what you said. Qiao Ziqian can stay. But can we go back to Nightfall Apartment for these few days?" He held her waist, his well-defined face displaying a hint of melancholy. Looking closely, it almost resembled the wistful expression of a young wife.
Meng Jingwei, with her delicate and refined porcelain skin, smiled, tilting her head and gazing at him without blinking. Finally, she couldn't help but chuckle and bury her head in his chest. "A Ye, you're really too cute. I love how you look when you're jealous."