Meng Jingwei looked at Qing Muye, "He's your friend, right? Since he's here, let him in to sit for a while."
She mused that whoever came to find Qing Muye immediately after learning he was alive must be a close friend, or perhaps a friend of different generations.
"No need."
Qing Muye said coldly, "Tell him to leave."
He instructed the servant, but didn't even glance at the servant, his rejection firm and tinged with a hint of resistance.
"Yes, sir."
The servant nodded and walked out of the dining room.
Meng Tianhua and Du Juan didn't ask further questions about it; after all, it was Qing Muye's private matter, and they didn't want to interfere.
"Then let's eat," Meng Jingwei said smilingly to her adoptive parents.
Qing Muye immediately agreed, "Yes, let's eat."
Once he spoke, Meng Tianhua picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.
However, after they had only taken a few bites, the servant scurried back in, "Sir, Mr. Kang Yu said to give you this."
The other party likely knew Qing Muye wouldn't meet him, so he had the servant bring something important in.
"What is it?"
Meng Jingwei, seeing Qing Muye's gloomy expression and silence, asked.
The servant walked forward, preparing to hand the item to Meng Jingwei, but Qing Muye snatched it away and stood up, "I'm going out."
With that, he turned and left the dining room directly.
His expression was particularly displeased. After he left, Meng Tianhua asked worriedly, "Daughter, is something wrong with Muye? Should you go and see?"
Having followed Qing Muye for a long time, Meng Jingwei had rarely seen him lose his composure over anything. Yet, after this person named 'Kang Yu' appeared, his state instantly deteriorated, even his usual composure vanishing.
She knew that person must have a significant background.
"It's nothing, Dad, please eat quickly." Meng Jingwei served dishes to her adoptive parents and said with a smile, "It's rare for you to visit, so eat more. Muye personally cooked these dishes for you. I don't know if you'll like them."
Du Juan was very pleased. Looking at the table full of delicious food, she nodded and sighed, "My daughter has good taste, finding a good home. Muye seems like a good child too. You must hold on tight."
"Pfft..."
Meng Jingwei was amused by her mother's words, "He's the father of my child and my husband. How else can I hold on tight? Should I stuff him in my pocket?"
"Hahaha... That's right. Your mother, what are you always thinking about?" Meng Tianhua laughed heartily.
The atmosphere became relaxed and lively at this moment, as if they had forgotten the unpleasant scene just now.
Meanwhile, Qing Muye drove his car outside the villa.
Qing Kangyu, sitting in his car, saw him honk and also followed his car away from the villa.
After driving for five or six minutes, they finally stopped under a large tree.
Qing Muye got out of the sedan, leaned against the car door, holding a cigarette between his fingers, smoking silently, his brow furrowed, his mood agitated.
Then, Qing Kangyu's car stopped.
He got out of the back seat and walked towards Qing Muye.
Because Madam Qing and Master Qing married very early, Qing Kangyu was born when they were only nineteen. Qing Kangyu and his wife also had Qing Muye at nineteen. Therefore, Qing Kangyu looked very young, but his hair was already streaked with white.
Perhaps it was the strong Qing family genes; even at fifty, Qing Kangyu's face, weathered by time, still showed his past handsomeness and a commanding, cold demeanor.