"He was taken by Fleck's people."
Meng Jingwei replied.
"Taken away?" Shen Liannuo lowered her head and cursed, "That's really bastardly. Antina is like a madwoman. If she has the guts, she should go find Xiao Cheng. What's the point of picking on you for no reason?"
Her unintentional words struck a chord with Meng Jingwei, causing her a pang of guilt.
Seeing a flicker of pain in Meng Jingwei's eyes, Qing Muye reached out and placed his hand on her head, gently stroking her dark hair. "It's not entirely Antina's fault. There are also private matters between me and Fleck. He's just using Antina's situation as an excuse to stir up trouble."
The repercussions of this incident were significant. Although a course of action had been devised, it was not a guaranteed victory.
If they failed, the consequences... were unthinkable.
"There's also a conflict between you and Fleck?" Shen Liannuo let out a sigh of relief as if she had suddenly understood, "That's good."
She glanced at Meng Jingwei, then put her arm around her neck. "Did you hear that? It's not that big of a deal for you. It's your husband who's a scoundrel. He has his own personal reasons but didn't say anything earlier, making you take the blame instead."
Qing Muye's lips curved into an arc. "You're right, it's indeed my fault. I didn't consider things thoroughly and caused A'wei to be wronged."
He took Meng Jingwei's hand and pulled her into his embrace, pinching her fair, rosy cheek. "When we get back, you can punish me however you like, my lady."
Although Qing Muye and Fleck had dealings, Fleck had not dared to make a direct move.
It was only after a visit to the Hidden Clan, which had greatly weakened him, that Fleck seized this opportunity to suppress him.
The purpose...
"I'm truly fed up!"
Shen Liannuo's arm, which had been resting on Meng Jingwei, was suddenly pulled away by Qing Muye. Her arm felt empty as she watched the couple openly display their affection before her. "Can you two tone down the PDA?"
Meng Jingwei, who had been in a low mood, was amused by Shen Liannuo's words, a smile appearing on her dejected face.
She lightly nudged Qing Muye's chest with her elbow. "Did you hear that? Tone it down."
She tilted her head to look at Qing Muye, her eyes carrying a warning.
It was as if she were saying: If you keep showing off your affection like this, you'll become a public enemy!
Qing Muye's brow furrowed sharply, a hint of pain appearing on his deep, sculpted face. "Alright, I'll listen to A'wei."
"What's wrong? I just lightly bumped you, does it hurt a lot?"
Meng Jingwei noticed Qing Muye's reaction was a bit off and rubbed his chest with her hand, explaining, "I really didn't use much force."
The man then held her hand, his cool face softened with a touch of tenderness. "It doesn't hurt, but I just wanted you to feel concerned."
"Holy crap!"
The woman standing beside them was so annoyed that she ran her hands through her hair and turned to lean against the wall, kicking it. "I'm so sick of you two showing off your love like this. It's annoying!"
After coming to China, Shen Liannuo had quickly picked up the phrase 'Guócuì' (a term often used colloquially to mean national essence, but here used humorously to express frustration).
Meng Jingwei was once again amused.
However, he didn't know that the spot on his chest really did hurt.
Perhaps it was a coincidence, but Meng Jingwei had hit the same spot twice, which made him feel the pain.
Qing Muye mused that it might have something to do with not getting enough rest in the past few days.
"Don't be sad, don't be sad. At worst, I'll arrange a handsome guy for you tomorrow," Meng Jingwei walked up to Shen Liannuo and patted her shoulder to comfort her.
"I cherish you," Shen Liannuo pushed Meng Jingwei away. "As a beautiful and heavenly maiden, why would I need you to arrange someone for me? With just a wave of my hand, men will be lining up, waiting for me to favor them."