"Your things, take them and get lost."
What Qing Kangyu gave to the servant was a black rectangular box. Qing Muye took the box but never opened it.
He heartlessly threw the box back to Qing Kangyu, his sharp gaze fixed on him, "You left back then, and you shouldn't come back now. I already have my own family. I hope you won't disturb my life anymore."
Qing Kangyu, dressed in a black suit, exuded a powerful aura. He stood before Qing Muye with his hands behind his back, his gaze lingering on Qing Muye, "You've grown up, grown up. Indeed, you take after your mother's features, you're very handsome."
Qing Muye found his compliments particularly jarring.
"I've met your wife too. She helped me cross the road that day. She's a kind person, a rare good girl."
Qing Kangyu had met Meng Jingwei a long time ago, several months ago to be precise.
It was just that he hadn't told Qing Muye before.
"What exactly do you want to say?"
Qing Muye tightly held the cigarette butt between his fingers. His strong fingers crushed the cigarette butt until it deformed. The burning tip of the cigarette scorched his hand, and only then did he flick the butt onto the ground.
"I know about Songyu Group. I don't blame you. After all, to manage such a large company so well, I'm already very gratified. However, you're no match for the Seventh Brother. Muye, come back to the capital with me, alright?"
In Qing Kangyu's opinion, the two companies Qing Muye currently owned were small, and he didn't think much of them.
He wanted Qing Muye to return to the capital with him.
"No need." Qing Muye refused directly, his cold eyes shooting out, "Qing Kangyu, from the moment you left, you were no longer my father. From now on, if you dare to appear before me again, don't blame me for being impolite."
After speaking, Qing Muye pulled open the car door, preparing to get in.
Suddenly, his movements paused. His sharp gaze narrowed slightly, and he spoke each word with a firm, resonant voice, "Stay away from A'wei."
She was his woman, and Qing Kangyu was not allowed to get too close.
He got into the car, started it, and turned it around, driving away.
Qing Kangyu looked back at the receding car and suddenly smiled, "This child, his temperament really takes after me."
After standing for a while, Qing Kangyu opened the car door and got in. The driver started the car and drove towards the city center.
An hour later, in the presidential suite of the only seven-star hotel in Lancheng.
Qing Kangyu walked in and saw a classical young girl sitting on the living room sofa, "Xing'er, are you still practicing the guzheng?"
"Uncle Qing, you're back? How was it, did you see Brother Muye?" The beautiful young girl, dressed in a retro-style qipao, smiled gently and asked kindly.
Qing Kangyu sat down on the sofa and sighed deeply, "Alas, Xing'er. You and Muye have only met a few times, why must you marry him? You know perfectly well that he already has a wife and children. Although that woman got together with Muye by any means necessary, they are now a family, after all."
Tang Wanxing walked to sit opposite Qing Kangyu. Her straight, fair legs were pressed together, and she sat upright, exuding an air of gentle and virtuous ladylike demeanor from a prominent family. "Uncle Qing, you should know that I've liked Brother Muye for a long time. It's just that my parents forced me to study abroad back then, and I had my work, so I couldn't get away to come back. I originally thought Brother Muye wouldn't find a woman he liked so quickly, but I didn't expect Meng Jingwei to scheme her way in. I think Brother Muye must not like her, and is only with her out of a sense of responsibility towards their two children."