"Stay with me, don't be so polite," he said.
Tang Wanxing drank a few sips of water and placed the cup on the table. "I'm alright now. You can go back and rest."
"Your assistant is on leave. How can you manage without anyone around?" Qing Muye said, not at ease about Tang Wanxing. "Rest well."
"Then what about you?"
Tang Wanxing looked at the bed, patted the side, and said, "Why don't you come up and make do with it?"
"No need," Qing Muye refused crisply.
"It's not like we haven't slept together before. Why are you so unaccustomed now?" Tang Wanxing teased. "You've changed a lot. Don't tell me you're still worried about your ex-wife."
"There's a difference between men and women."
Qing Muye moved his patient chair closer and sat down. "You're still single. You should be mindful of this."
"What's there to be afraid of? If no one wants me, I'll just pester you."
Tang Wanxing took the opportunity to speak her mind.
As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Qing Muye. Seeing his usual indifferent expression, she added, "We can just make do with life, it'll be alright."
"Then you'd better abandon your unrealistic thoughts," Qing Muye said, glancing at her. The corners of his lips, neither too thin nor too thick, curved into a faint smile. "Get some rest. I'm going to sleep too."
With that, he stood up, walked to the sofa, took off his suit jacket, and lay down on the sofa. He draped the suit jacket over himself and fell asleep.
Tang Wanxing bit her lip, her hands clenched tightly on the bedsheets, her heart filled with bitterness but no way to express it.
Because Qing Muye was there, Tang Wanxing couldn't sleep for a long time that night, only falling into a deep sleep from exhaustion around five or six in the morning.
When she woke up again, it was already eight in the morning.
After she got out of bed, Qing Muye was no longer in the room. However, there was a thermos on the table.
Tang Wanxing picked up the thermos, opened it, and found several exquisite Chinese breakfast items inside.
Her forlorn heart was filled with a little warmth, and she smiled knowingly.
Meanwhile, at the hotel.
Meng Jingwei was woken up early by a barrage of phone calls.
She had only fallen asleep at three or four in the morning and was groggy when woken by the phone.
"Hello?"
She closed her eyes and mumbled.
"You old shrew, are you still sleeping? How come you're on the trending search again? What's going on?" Ji Lanfeng roared from the other end of the phone.
Meng Jingwei opened her eyes, blinked, thought for a moment, and then lazily closed them again. "It's not the first day I've been on the trending search. What's all the fuss about?"
"You're quite zen about it. Haven't you seen the entire internet is full of people cursing you? And who were you messing around with yesterday? Kissing some young heartthrob on the street in broad daylight?"
Ji Lanfeng's head spun when he saw the news.
This time, Meng Jingwei couldn't stay calm. "Kissing?"
She sat up in bed, turned on her phone's speaker, and opened Weibo. She saw the trending news title: "Meng Jingwei Force-Kisses Young Heartthrob on Street." It seemed she already had an idea.
She clicked on the trending topic. A photo was posted there.
The photo was taken from behind and to the side. At first glance, it looked like she was reaching out to hold the man's face and kissing him passionately, while the man's hands were naturally by his sides, giving the first impression that she had forcefully kissed him!
Meng Jingwei put her hand to her forehead. "What is all this nonsense?"
"Don't tell me it's all fake?" Ji Lanfeng asked.
"Before you ask questions, can you use your brain? Do I look like that kind of person?"
"No!" Ji Lanfeng answered with absolute certainty.
"Then that's that." Meng Jingwei lay back on the bed helplessly, placing her phone by the pillow. Thinking about what happened yesterday, her head started to ache.