"I can see that you love Tang Wanxing very much. But..."
Meng Jingwei paused, her red lips curving into a formal smile, "Her happiness cannot be built on sacrificing others' happiness or breaking up other families."
To put it mildly, it was parental doting; to put it crudely, it was utterly irresponsible and despicable behavior.
Mrs. Tang did not seem angered by Meng Jingwei's words, maintaining her calm demeanor.
"I know this is unfair to you, and I know you are not short of money," Mrs. Tang spread her hands. "Mu Ye's career is thriving, and neither of you lack money. But I heard that due to your personal reasons, Mu Ye was squeezed out, and the company almost went bankrupt. If you truly love him, you should stay far away from him, not become a stumbling block in his life."
Mrs. Tang appealed to both emotion and reason.
"Qing Mu Ye's father was not around since he was young, and he craved fatherly love. If Xing'er married Mu Ye, Qing Kangyu would also acknowledge him as his son."
She looked at Meng Jingwei and asked, "If I were you, I would fulfill his wish. If you can't do it, it only proves..." Mrs. Tang deliberately drew out her tone, "that you don't love him enough."
Meng Jingwei found the twisted logic absurd.
"If Mrs. Tang called me here just to say these things, then I may have to disappoint you," Meng Jingwei's attitude was firm. "Once I married A Ye, we became a family. Let alone buying me off with money, even threatening my life, I wouldn't leave him."
With that, Meng Jingwei stood up to leave.
Seeing her resolute attitude, Mrs. Tang suddenly spoke, "I am giving you an opportunity, not discussing it with you." Her tone rose, "If you don't agree, my Tang family will join forces with Flake and Qing Sihui. Then, Qing Mu Ye will have no room to retreat."
To fulfill her daughter's wishes, Mrs. Tang resorted to any means necessary.
Meng Jingwei paused, tilting her head slightly, her small face showing complete calm. "Is that so? Then I'll be happy to accompany you."
After speaking, she walked out of the private room without looking back.
As the door closed, Mrs. Tang's expression grew even more somber.
"Hmph, really, refusing a toast only to be forced to drink," she snorted and sent a message to her husband on her phone.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Qing Mu Ye met Tang Wanxing's father in a private room at a coffee shop.
The man had a dark, square-shaped face and wore a suit. Having navigated the business world for many years, he exuded the authority of a superior, possessing a commanding presence that inspired awe without even needing to show anger.
"Mu Ye, is it? Hahaha, I am Xing'er's father, Tang Nian."
Mr. Tang stood up and walked forward, extending his hand in a friendly gesture.
Seeing his hearty smile, Qing Mu Ye nodded slightly and shook his hand. "I have long heard of Mr. Tang's reputation, and meeting you today truly lives up to it."
"Hahaha, you flatter me, you flatter me."
Mr. Tang made a 'please' gesture. "Come, sit down." He then turned and sat in the booth, looking up at Qing Mu Ye and saying, "Years ago, Xing'er told me you saved her life. I always wanted to visit and thank you, but business affairs kept delaying it. This time, hearing you were in the capital, I took the liberty of inviting you over. It was rather abrupt, hahaha."
"Mr. Tang, you are too kind."
Qing Mu Ye sat opposite Mr. Tang, his handsome face maintaining its usual detached expression.
Since the other party did not get straight to the point, Qing Mu Ye did not ask.
Mr. Tang took a sip of his coffee, then looked up, his shrewd eyes appraising Qing Mu Ye. "Xing'er has always praised you to me, saying that not only are you handsome, but also a business prodigy. Seeing you today, it is indeed true. No wonder my daughter has been thinking of you constantly."