Facing her hysterical roar, Meng Jingwei calmly replied, "Although we are 'ex-spouses,' don't forget we have two lovely children together. What, Miss Yun, are you not convinced? If you feel unconvinced, you can also have one with Mr. Qing."
After speaking, she even raised an eyebrow at Qing Muye, "Mr. Qing, what do you think?"
"Meng Jingwei, you... you, I warn you, don't push it too far!"
Regarding the matter of having children, it was like sprinkling salt on Yun Shasha's wounds, equivalent to ten thousand critical hits.
Meng Jingwei put on a look of "sudden realization," "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, look at my memory, I forgot you can't have children."
"Bitch, you are truly a bitch!"
Yun Shasha was furious and lunged at Meng Jingwei, raising her hand to slap her across the face.
But before she could touch Meng Jingwei, Qing Muye grabbed her wrist and warned with a chilling expression, "Although 'divorced,' she is indeed the mother of my two children. She can help advise me on my marriage."
"Mumu, you... you..." Yun Shasha was so angry she was speechless and yanked her hand away from Qing Muye, "You're crazy, she's really gotten to you!"
With that, Yun Shasha stomped away in her high heels, grabbed her handbag, and rushed out of the office.
Crash—!
The office door slammed shut with a loud bang, making the entire room tremble.
As she left, silence returned to the office.
Meng Jingwei leaned back against the sofa, arms crossed, and looked at Qing Muye with a half-smile, "I didn't realize my 'ex-husband' was so charming. Last time it was a young secretary throwing herself at you, and this time it's a sweet childhood friend offering herself. Tsk tsk tsk... your 'market value' is quite good, perhaps you should take this opportunity to really find someone else."
The man, dressed in a white shirt, stood tall, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a cigarette. Suddenly, he felt the cigarette had lost its flavor.
He immediately pinched the cigarette butt and extinguished it in the ashtray, then walked over and sat down beside Meng Jingwei, "Is my wife jealous?"
He sat on the sofa facing Meng Jingwei, raised his hand, and lifted her chin, "I didn't realize you cared about me so much. Hmm?"
Meng Jingwei slapped his hand away and sat up, picking up the thermal container and placing it back in front of him with a thud, "I brought you lunch. I hope you finish every last bit. Otherwise, I'll show you what 'jealousy' really means!"
She regretted it.
She regretted agreeing so readily after Qing Muye had publicly announced their 'divorce.'
"As you command!"
Qing Muye's handsome face curved into a gentle smile.
He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbows, extended his long fingers to unscrew the thermal container, and took out the sumptuous lunch.
The lunch consisted of dishes Qing Muye particularly liked. He didn't stand on ceremony and began eating with his bowl and chopsticks.
Meng Jingwei watched him eat quietly. His elegant posture was as appetizing as the food.
Meng Jingwei's simmering anger from before now dissipated with him eating.
"Thank you, my dear wife, for braving the heat to deliver lunch."
Qing Muye picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and offered it to Meng Jingwei, "Ah, open your mouth."
"I'm not eating."
Meng Jingwei turned her face away haughtily, too lazy to look at him.
"Really not eating?" he asked again.
Meng Jingwei turned her body away from Qing Muye, lowered her head to scroll through her phone, ignoring him.
The man looked at the piece of beef, directly popped it into his mouth, placed his chopsticks aside, and with a long arm, pulled her into his embrace, "I'll feed you."
He leaned down and kissed her lips, expressing his intense affection in this way.