"Do you know the villa you live in? It's worth five to ten hundred million. If the boss really wanted to 'sell' you, would he give you this villa? Also, having you learn from President Lu, the boss's original intention was for you to manage his companies after you learned how to operate them. Do you think..."
Song Jun continued to explain, but before he could finish, Shen Liannuo snapped, "Shut up and drink!"
She poured another glass of wine for Song Jun and filled her own wine glass to the brim. She raised her glass and clinked it with his.
The two drank from their wine glasses as if they were beer mugs.
The cook prepared a few more dishes and brought them to the dining table, then left the villa with the maids.
Only Song Jun and Shen Liannuo remained in the spacious villa.
The two, who had great alcohol tolerance, sat and drank, finishing over ten bottles of red wine in an hour and a half.
...
Imperial View Villa.
In the early morning, after Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye finished breakfast, Meng Jingwei reluctantly looked at Qing Muye, walked up to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I have to go."
The man placed his hands on her lower back, looked down at the woman in his arms, and smiled indulgently. "You've been looking at scripts for over a month, all to perform better on set. Go and work hard, don't let yourself have any regrets."
"I can't bear to leave you, what should I do?"
Meng Jingwei pouted and gave him a glare. "It's all your fault for announcing our divorce to the public. Now you can't visit me on set."
"If we hadn't announced the divorce, people would have definitely said you got into the crew with your family's influence. At that time, no matter how hard you worked, people would think you relied on 'capital power' rather than your own strength."
Qing Muye used Meng Jingwei's previous words to comfort her.
In fact, Qing Muye wished for Meng Jingwei to leave Imperial View Villa and go to the film crew as soon as possible.
This way, it would create the illusion that they were separated for a long time, 'solidifying' their actual divorce, and Qing Kangyu would not be coveting Meng Jingwei.
"Alright, that makes sense," Meng Jingwei sighed. "We won't see each other for a long time after this. A'Ye, you must be very careful of Qing Sihai."
Ever since returning from the hidden tribe, Qing Sihai had been living very low-key, with no subtle moves in the dark, which made Meng Jingwei feel incredulous.
She said with unease, "When the surface is quiet, there must be mischief brewing."
Qing Muye was amused by Meng Jingwei, leaned down, and rested his forehead against hers. "My dear wife, are you worried about me?"
"Isn't that obvious?" Meng Jingwei gave him a glare. "You're the father of my child, who else would I worry about?"
As she spoke, she leaned against Qing Muye's chest, slowly closed her eyes, and quietly listened to the sound of his heart beating.
Qing Muye put one arm around her waist and the other stroked her hair. "I won't see you off to the film set today. Remember, if you're unhappy on set, you can always come back. Your husband can support you."
He said it deliberately, but he knew Meng Jingwei's personality well.
Once she set her mind on something, she wouldn't stop until she achieved it.
"Okay, I remember," Meng Jingwei nodded. "It'll probably be at least a month before I can come back. What will I do when I miss you?"
"Should I go to the film set to see you?"
"Forget it. You publicly announced our 'divorce' to let me join the crew and film properly. Such a big sacrifice, wouldn't it be awkward if you went to see me on set?"
She straightened up, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed Qing Muye on the cheek. "I'll come find you when I miss you."