“Uh…”
She hesitated, and forced herself to nod, “Yes.”
For some reason, she felt a little guilty.
Meng Jingwei wondered if Qing Muye would be furious if he knew about her past with He Xiaomingjin.
Sure enough, what she feared came to pass.
Qing Muye leaned against the head of the bed, held Meng Jingwei, and said with interest, “Tell me about your past with him.”
“He, what’s there to say about him.”
“I just want to hear it.”
“Nothing, we just knew each other,” Meng Jingwei was very perfunctory, with a hint of impatience in her voice.
The man leaned down and took a gentle bite on her lips, “Say it or not?”
“Hiss, it hurts.”
Meng Jingwei raised her hand and slapped his collarbone hard, “It hurts so much, are you going to bite me to death.”
“If you don’t say it, I won’t bite you to death, I’ll just make you die happily in bed.”
He smirked playfully, threatening her with malice.
“You dare to try!”
“Let’s try then.” Qing Muye naturally obliged Meng Jingwei.
He ‘showcased his skills’, fully displaying his astonishing strength and speed. In just over ten minutes, he made Meng Jingwei surrender to his torment, crying out, “I’ll say it, I’ll say it, I’ll say it…”
She felt like crying but had no tears, so she had to brace herself and tell him about her past with He Xiaomingjin.
The man, who was not angry at first, became immensely jealous after hearing it and began to ‘ravage’ her fiercely.
Meng Jingwei ‘complained incessantly’, sobbing and crying, “A’Ye, didn’t you say you wouldn’t hold it against me? You’re bullying me too much.”
The man leaned down, kissed her red lips, and said in a hoarse voice, “This is just marital fun, how am I bullying you? Hmm?”
He mischievously leaned into the hollow of her neck, intentionally exhaling, teasing her hair, “You were the one saying ‘yes’ just now, and your husband is doing his best to fulfill it. What is wrong with that?”
Meng Jingwei was rendered speechless by his words.
This scoundrel man, he was always in the right, it was too detestable.
For over two hours of indulgence, Qing Muye was also trying to restrain himself, not daring to be overly unrestrained.
After all, the inheritance ceremony was tomorrow, and many things needed to be prepared urgently.
Afterward, Qing Muye held Meng Jingwei, and they talked a lot.
Meng Jingwei asked, “I’ve never understood why Old Shen didn’t seal my memories, but instead made me remember everything from the past.”
Qing Muye hesitated and said, “Do you remember the underground palace in the old Qing family manor? Something invaded your body, and then your head ached terribly.”
“I remember.”
“I investigated. The蛊虫 (gǔchóng - a type of poisonous insect used in witchcraft) that entered your body at that time was a蠱虫. The secret technique Old Shen used to seal memories relied on the蛊虫. The memory sealing failed, likely due to the蛊虫 acting up in your body.”
“Is that so? Then, will there be side effects?” Meng Jingwei couldn’t help but worry.
“Yes.”
“Then what should I do? Will I die?”
“How could I let you die? Don’t worry, I have arrangements.” He then said, “I have to go, there are still many things to arrange. Remember to take good care of yourself.”
Qing Muye reminded her.
“One more thing.” Meng Jingwei held Qing Muye’s hand. “Old Shen told me that day that my adoptive parents would also come to the Hidden Clan. Several days have passed, and I haven’t seen them yet. I’m afraid… they might be Old Shen’s final trump card.”
“Li Yun’er’s adoptive parents were students of Old Shen. What exactly are your adoptive parents’ identities?” Qing Muye inquired.
Meng Jingwei shook her head, “I can’t be sure yet.”
She sighed, holding Qing Muye’s hand, her tone tinged with a hint of melancholy, “I’m scared. I’m afraid they are also Old Shen’s people.”
If that were the case, Meng Jingwei would only feel that her life was a tragedy.
A life that had been planned and manipulated by others for over twenty years, since she was a baby, made her feel fearful and ridiculous.
Qing Muye held her with heartache, patted her back, and comforted her, “Silly girl, don’t worry. I’ll always be with you.”
“Mm.”
Meng Jingwei rested her cheek against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart, and feeling the sense of security he brought.
In the depths of her heart, she felt that Qing Muye was like a harbor, a haven for her, who was like a small boat drifting with the wind.
She wanted to hold onto him tightly, but at the same time, Meng Jingwei felt a sense of inferiority.