Tears instantly flooded her eyes, blurring her vision.
She stood there like a sculpture, letting the wind blow, chilling her heart and scattering all her hopes, leaving her feeling as if she were in an ice cellar, cold to the bone.
So it turned out…
So it turned out they were all "well-intentioned lies."
So it turned out that being disfigured by a scar constitution was irreparable!
...
Zhuo Rui Technology, President’s Office.
During the period when Qing Muyue was presumed dead, Meng Jingwei had been managing Zhuo Rui Technology in his stead, so her arrival at the company wouldn't draw much attention.
She took the elevator upstairs to the President's Office. Standing at the door, Meng Jingwei held the doorknob, unable to suppress a smile.
She hadn't informed Qing Muyue of her visit today; she wanted to surprise him.
She quietly pushed the door open and walked in, "A..."
Before she could even utter "Yue," she saw Qing Muyue standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. A woman was tightly hugging him from behind. "President Qing, I..."
As the woman was about to say something, she turned her head and saw Meng Jingwei entering. An idea sparked in her mind, and she said coyly, "I like you. I fell deeply in love with you from the first moment I saw you. I know you're interested in me too, otherwise, you wouldn't have done 'that thing' with me."
Meng Jingwei raised her eyebrows, casually closed the door, picked up her bag, and walked into the office, her high heels clicking.
Hearing the sound of high heels, Qing Muyue turned around and saw Meng Jingwei.
At that moment, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt an inexplicable nervousness.
He flung the woman beside him away and roared, "Get out!"
The woman, who fell to the ground, let out a pained whimper and said indignantly, "President Qing, you… *sob*… you're turning your back on me. You slept with me in the hotel last time, and now that your wife is here, why are you pretending to be pure?"
Meng Jingwei placed her bag aside and sat on the sofa, propping her elbow on the armrest and resting her head, smacking her lips. "Tsk tsk, arriving early is not as good as arriving at the right time. I almost missed the show."
Qing Muyue, wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, cast a cold glance at Meng Jingwei. His white shirt made him look handsome, exuding a certain restrained allure that was quite pleasing to the eye.
Especially his ambiguous yet reproachful gaze, which made Meng Jingwei inexplicably want to laugh.
Just as Meng Jingwei and Qing Muyue were exchanging meaningful glances, the woman on the floor immediately got up and slammed a pregnancy test stick onto the table. "Meng Jingwei, I'm pregnant with your husband's child. You must take responsibility for this."
Meng Jingwei glanced at the pregnancy test stick, nodded, and said to Qing Muyue, "She really is pregnant. Ah Yue, you absolutely must take responsibility for this."
Her tone was sarcastic and tinged with mockery.
Qing Muyue's face immediately darkened like the bottom of a pot. He strode over to Meng Jingwei, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into his embrace, his hand around her waist. He then lifted her chin and gently bit her lip. "Is this how I 'take responsibility'?"
As the two openly flirted, the woman in the white dress on the floor blushed crimson with anger. "You… you've gone too far. Qing Muyue, you are despicable and shameless! Are you just going to abandon me after sleeping with me?"
Meng Jingwei raised her hand, her fair fingers touching Qing Muyue's face, gently pushing him away. "Stop messing around. The young lady is waiting for you to take responsibility."
The man, now with both hands around her waist, looked at Meng Jingwei with eyes full of tenderness. "How does Madam Wife think we should take responsibility?"
"How about..." Meng Jingwei lowered her head, glancing at a certain area of his body, "...you get rid of it? To prevent future trouble?" Meng Jingwei had seen such tricks countless times and was naturally unfazed.