Lu Sen clinked his beer glass against hers and said with a smile, "I should be thanking you. You also saved that idiot Su Meiyi's life."
They exchanged a smile, neither saying much more.
After discussing these matters, Lu Sen got back to business. "The detective agency in Country C is quite stable. I'm planning to open a branch in Australia. What do you think?"
"Sure, opening a new company is always a good thing. But we'll need to scout locations in Australia and find a suitable address," Meng Jingwei said, looking up at Lu Sen. "Let's focus on earning money first. Once we have more savings, I'll take you to a place to do business that will guarantee you... no, *us*, make a fortune."
"What place?" Lu Sen asked, curious.
"I can't tell you yet. Once I've saved enough money, I'll take you there naturally."
"So mysterious," Lu Sen shook his head and smiled wryly.
Meng Jingwei didn't tell Lu Sen that after everything was stable, she planned to send people to the hidden clan to conduct business.
"By the way, from what I know, Qing Muyi has been in quite a bit of trouble recently. This matter..." Lu Sen's gaze shifted to Meng Jingwei as he spoke, "You should know about it, right?"
Although Qing Muyi had publicly announced their divorce, Lu Sen couldn't figure out the reason. However, judging by Qing Muyi's recent attentiveness towards Meng Jingwei, they shouldn't have actually divorced.
Mentioning this, Meng Jingwei's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly. She frowned, pondered for a moment, and sighed wistfully. She picked up a piece of beef tripe, dipped it in the sauce bowl, and chewed it slowly.
"I know."
She nodded, her tone laced with a hint of helplessness.
She was no longer the person she used to be. No matter what happened, she could sense the slightest ripple.
After all, the detective agency wasn't opened for nothing.
"I guessed you would know."
Lu Sen picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a drink, sighing, "This situation is not simple. If you need any help, remember to tell me."
As a partner and a friend, Meng Jingwei found Lu Sen to be a decent person.
She smiled and said, "No need for your help. You have a good relationship with Chu Xue. If you have the time, you should try to persuade her to stop obsessing over Han Junyan every day."
Chu Xue was a good friend of Meng Jingwei's, but she had known Lu Sen longer and had a better relationship with him.
"Han Junyan?"
Lu Sen naturally knew the person. He shrugged helplessly and spread his hands. "Chu Xue is stubborn when she likes someone; I can't persuade her. She was once deeply in love with Qing Muyi. It wasn't until Qing Muyi's public display of kissing you, disguised as a man, in the marketplace that she gave up."
At that time, Chu Xue thought Qing Muyi liked men, which is why she completely lost hope in him.
Who knew that the so-called 'man' was actually Meng Jingwei.
They sat together and talked until past midnight before parting ways.
However, Meng Jingwei did not return directly to the hotel where she was staying. Instead, she drove a car borrowed from Lu Sen to another location.
The night was bitterly cold.
Meng Jingwei got out of the car, feeling the biting wind that swept towards her. She pulled the collar of her windbreaker tighter and stood at the foot of the Imperial Grand five-star hotel, looking up at the building.
She entered the hotel lobby and took the elevator directly upstairs.
36th floor, Presidential Suite 3671.
Meng Jingwei stood at the door and pressed the doorbell.
It was already three-thirty in the morning.
She pressed it once, but no one responded. She pressed it again.
Just as Meng Jingwei thought the person inside hadn't woken up yet, and she was about to press the doorbell again, the door to the presidential suite opened.
The person inside was wearing a light blue lace nightgown, wrapped in a bathrobe, with disheveled golden curly hair, standing sleepily at the door.