Qing Muye put down the contract, got up, and sat next to Meng Jingwei. He wrapped his arm around her, resting his chin on her head. He let out a long sigh, "It's all settled. We can finally go home."
The petite woman leaned against his chest, a knowing smile gracing her lips. She slowly closed her eyes, "Yes, we can finally return to Lancheng. First, we'll take Shi Ran to the plastic surgery hospital. Once her cosmetic surgery plan is finalized, we'll take the children to visit my parents. We'll have a good family reunion."
"Alright, whatever you say."
Qing Muye affectionately leaned down and kissed her lips.
Half a month later.
Their group finally arrived in Country C.
Upon reaching Country C, news reports were everywhere: "Prince Anthony Drowned in Sea Accident Days Ago," "Prince Anthony Bitten to Death by Sharks While Diving," "Prince Anthony Fell into the Sea, Struck by Propeller, Dies"…
Most of the news headlines were attention-grabbing like these.
The news content claimed that witnesses saw Anthony fall into the sea and get eaten by sharks, or that he was struck by a propeller, attracting sharks, and his complete body couldn't be recovered.
The King of Country C was heartbroken. However, after identifying the retrieved body parts as indeed Anthony's, he proceeded with the funeral.
Meng Jingwei and the others knew the truth, but this matter would remain a secret, sealed forever.
It was indeed beyond Qing Muye's expectation that He Kaiyan Yi acted so cleanly and decisively, leaving no trace. He even arranged for trustworthy people on the ship to bring back a piece of human tissue for the King.
After seeing the news, he couldn't help but praise He Kaiyan Yi's cleverness.
Since it was already night when they arrived in Country C, everyone boarded Qing Muye's luxurious private jet and flew back to Lancheng overnight.
The interior of the private jet was decorated luxuriously and grandly, with meticulous design and exquisite craftsmanship, exuding a sense of technology.
The group sat on the leather sofas in the living room to rest. A servant brought a bottle of decanted Romanee-Conti and began pouring wine for everyone.
A five-star Michelin chef had prepared exquisite Western cuisine in the kitchen, which was being served by waiters one after another.
He Kaolian still wore her stunning, dazzling red dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She crossed her legs, revealing her straight, slender, and fair legs, leaning lazily on the sofa. She took a sip of the Romanee-Conti and licked her lips, "The taste is good. A fine wine."
"Try that one," Meng Jingwei pointed at the steak in front of her. "Ribeye steak, it tastes exceptionally good."
"Okay."
He Kaolian smiled brightly and picked up her knife and fork, frowning slightly, "Alas, these things are so troublesome to use."
There was no Western cuisine in the Hidden Clan, and using a knife and fork to eat Western food made her incredibly awkward and frustrated.
"You'll get used to it,"
Qing Muye said to He Kaolian as he cut his steak with a knife and fork.
He Kaolian raised an eyebrow, looking at the steak on his plate, "So, are you cutting that for me?"
The man let out a soft scoff, "Dream on."
With that, he placed the cut steak onto Meng Jingwei's plate and, in turn, moved Meng Jingwei's steak in front of him, saying gently, "Eat."
His gaze towards Meng Jingwei was as tender as water.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I was just joking, and you took it seriously," He Kaolian shook her head. "Why bother with Western food? We're stuffed with dog food already."
Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye exchanged smiles, and the atmosphere instantly became relaxed.
Suddenly, Meng Jingwei said to a nearby servant, "Did you prepare something for Tang Si and Shi Ran? Shi Ran loves desserts. Remember to prepare some mousse cake, durian mille-crêpe, and tiramisu for her."