Qing Muye continued to chat with Meng Jingwei about recent events. As he spoke, he realized he wasn't getting a response and that the little woman had fallen asleep in his arms.
Listening to her even breaths, Qing Muye dared not move, afraid he might wake Meng Jingwei.
There had been too many things happening in the hidden clan recently, and Meng Jingwei was under a lot of pressure. He knew she hadn't rested well and hoped she could sleep more.
Just then, a babbling sound came from the side.
The man slightly raised his head and saw the little one awake in the cradle, propped up on the bed and making bubbling noises.
However, because Yi Yi and Yi Hang looked so alike, Qing Muye couldn't tell which of the little ones had woken up.
"Shh~"
He made a shushing gesture, signaling the little one to be quiet, but how could the little one understand?
Instead, it was amused by his gesture and giggled, revealing a tiny white tooth, making it particularly cute.
In that instant, Qing Muye truly understood what happiness meant for a family to be together.
Wasn't happiness simply embracing one's wife and watching one's children grow up safe and healthy beside them?
He wanted to get up to soothe the child, but Meng Jingwei's head was resting on his arm. Qing Muye feared that if he got up, he might disturb her rest. So, he took off his shoes, stepped onto the edge of the cradle, and gently rocked it.
The little darling, propped up in the cradle, enjoyed the motion and rolled over, lying on the bed. He put his chubby little hands into his mouth and sucked on his fingers. Before long, he fell asleep again.
Qing Muye shifted his position and looked at the woman in his arms. Her skin was like that of an infant, smooth, delicate, and flawless. Her lips were like painted cinnabar, comparable to a blooming, resplendent flower, making one want to pluck it.
Meng Jingwei, fast asleep, turned over, her back facing him, and moved her head away.
Only then did the man get up, cover her with a light blanket, tiptoe out of the room, and close the door.
After Qing Muye emerged, he saw Pei Ying in the hallway.
Pei Ying hadn't seen Qing Muye in a long time. When she saw him again, her eyes first lit up, then misted over, but she merely smiled faintly, "Mr. Qing, you're finally back. I knew you wouldn't die."
Pei Ying had cried for a long time when she first heard the news of Qing Muye's death, but upon closer thought, she always felt his death wasn't quite so definitive.
Although everyone unanimously believed Qing Muye was dead, she steadfastly believed he was alive.
The tall and slender man, with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, strode past her as usual, his demeanor as cold as ever. He said sternly, "Give me a report on the recent situation."
Pei Ying sniffled, took a deep breath, adjusted her mindset, and immediately opened the folder she was holding. She spoke with competence, "Song Yu Group is thriving under Qing Si Huai's management. Several projects are underway, but to my knowledge, the projects seem to be experiencing some financial difficulties. As for your other companies, their revenues are steadily increasing. However, under Qing Si Huai's coercion and enticement, several previously cooperative companies have not renewed their contracts upon expiration. If you don't return soon, the companies might be in serious trouble."
"Additionally, the Madam had sold Huaxing Technology to Qing Si Huai for 30 billion yuan, but she had secretly transferred the core data for the drones at that time. Subsequently, members of the core technical team also resigned one after another and took up positions in several of your other companies. Although Qing Si Huai acquired Huaxing Technology and also took over several other valuable technology projects, he missed out on the core drone technology, incurring significant losses. After that, he began to target and suppress your other companies."