"So I indulged myself once this time when I came out with you. Compared to her unbridled behavior in the Hidden Clan, she's been very restrained now," Meng Jingwei said, leaning her chin on his shoulder as she held his arm. "You shouldn't be so upset with her, okay?"
In the Hidden Clan, with its vast territory and sparse population, there would have been no problem even if Shen Liannuo drove recklessly.
It was just that she had brought her bad habits from the Hidden Clan to Lancheng.
Qing Muyie listened quietly to Meng Jingwei’s playful pleas. Her soft voice was like a kitten throwing itself into his arms.
It was hard for him not to be moved.
But Qing Muyie just glanced at her indifferently, then closed his eyes again and pretended to sleep.
Seeing this, Meng Jingwei: "..."
Alright, this man was truly angry.
Since marrying Qing Muyie, she had never truly seen him angry.
Although the car accident hadn't caused any major issues, she still felt a lingering fear when she recalled it.
Fortunately, the roadside was a ditch, and they had managed to swerve in time. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Meng Jingwei sighed, helplessly scratching her head, unsure how to appease Qing Muyie.
"Is my husband so angry because he's worried about me?"
She turned sideways, bringing her head close to Qing Muyie's face, cupping his cheeks with her hands, and leaning in to kiss his lips.
As she kissed him, Meng Jingwei blinked her long, dense eyelashes, which brushed against Qing Muyie's face, a ticklish sensation that made his heart flutter.
But he was too consumed by his anger and truly didn't want to pay attention to her.
After her kiss, Meng Jingwei found that Qing Muyie still had his eyes closed and remained unmoved. Her brows furrowed deeper. After a moment’s thought, she leaned in again and gently bit his lips.
This time, the man finally opened his eyes.
However, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her onto his lap, shifting from passive to active. He kissed and caressed her lips intently, wanting to release all the intense longing that had built up over the past two or three days.
In the driver's seat, Song Ci glanced at the rearview mirror and clearly saw the scene unfolding behind him. He couldn't help but smile.
He felt a pang of envy for the relationship between his boss and his lady.
Suddenly, Pei Ying’s face flashed in his mind.
Pei Ying...
Did she seem to like his elder brother?
Song Ci drifted off for a moment, then suddenly saw a truck coming straight at them. He yanked the steering wheel hard.
Meng Jingwei and Qing Muyie in the back seat were thrown against the car seats. Meng Jingwei almost fell off the seat, but Qing Muyie held her tightly, averting the accident.
"Can’t you drive?"
Qing Muyie kicked the driver's seat of Song Ci, reprimanding him.
"Sorry, boss, I... it's my fault." Song Ci grinned, drawing a sharp breath.
My goodness, he seemed to have interrupted the boss and his lady's intimate moment.
What a sin, what a sin.
Qing Muyie raised his hand and raised the partition in the middle, blocking Song Ci's view.
He held Meng Jingwei tightly and spun around. Meng Jingwei was now lying on the seat, and he pressed down on her, one hand on the edge of the car seat and the other cupping her chin. "Don't do anything reckless. Shen Liannuo is alone and can afford to be wild. But you are different. You have parents, and you have our child..."
And me!
Of course, Qing Muyie didn't say the most important three words out loud.
He was not accustomed to such direct confessions.
Meng Jingwei wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled sweetly, "Mm, my husband is right. I'll be careful next time... Ah!"
With a crisp smack, Meng Jingwei cried out in pain.
Qing Muyie had slapped the side of her backside with some force, and it hurt.
He asked coldly, "You want there to be a next time?"