Qing Muye spoke with an open heart, revealing his innermost thoughts to Qiao Ziqian.
"You... you're really the same as Qing Kangyu!" Exposed, Qiao Ziqian felt his pride wounded. Angrily, he ran a hand through his hair and kicked the car in frustration.
Suddenly, he felt Qing Muye like a big brother, while he was merely a bronze-ranked junior, utterly outmatched.
This realization crushed Qiao Ziqian's spirit, filling him with anger, resentment, and helplessness.
Especially this time, watching Zhuo Rui Technology on the brink of collapse, seeing Qing Muye's family facing mortal danger, he had still turned the tide with a smile.
The saying 'strategizing from a thousand miles away, securing victory' was no mere boast.
"He must be regretting it deeply, knowing how outstanding you are," Qiao Ziqian remarked with emotion.
Meng Jingwei tilted her head towards Qing Muye. They shared a knowing smile. She linked her arm through his, leaning her head on his shoulder. "A Ye, it's so good to have you."
"No," the man rested his chin on her head. "Having you is my fortune. Without you, how would I have appeared in the Hidden Clan? Without the Hidden Clan's early groundwork, how could I resist Joey Nibel William now?"
They were merely enabling each other's success.
Of course, Meng Jingwei's identity as the Young Mistress of the Hidden Clan had inadvertently provided Qing Muye with a 'death-exempt amulet,' and would also lead him to the pinnacle of his life.
This collaboration with Joey Nibel William and He Ka Yan Yi this time would open a path to wealth, serving as the sole route to propel Qing Muye into the ranks of the world's richest.
Hearing Qing Muye's words, Meng Jingwei felt a flicker of pride, suddenly realizing that while her identity as the Young Mistress of the Hidden Clan brought some trouble, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't entirely a bad thing.
"It's all your credit," Meng Jingwei said, reminiscing about her experiences in the Hidden Clan. "If you hadn't secretly laid the plans and meticulously advanced step by step in the Hidden Clan last time, how could we have achieved this today?"
In the passenger seat, Qiao Ziqian, listening to the conversation between Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei, finally couldn't maintain his aloof demeanor. He turned back, his face full of gossip, and asked, "What Hidden Clan? What exactly are you two talking about?"
Seeing his face full of question marks, Meng Jingwei couldn't help but chuckle.
"When adults are talking, children shouldn't interrupt," Madam Qing glared at Qiao Ziqian and reprimanded him.
As soon as Madam Qing finished speaking, Qiao Ziqian was so angered he almost spat blood.
Yet, facing someone with Alzheimer's disease, he truly had no recourse.
...
A week later.
Lan City, Imperial View Hotel.
Presidential Suite.
In the living room of the largest suite, sat twenty or so people, along with three adorable little ones: Qing Yiyi, Qing Yi Hang, and Shu Mo.
No, after Meng Jingwei and her husband adopted Shu Mo, they had renamed the little fellow Qing Mo.
As Qing Mo had been born a few months earlier than Yiyi and Yi Hang, he naturally became the elder brother to the two little ones.
Everyone sat in the private room, with a feast laid out on the table, truly a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.
"Come, congratulations to my master and Meng Jingwei for overcoming the danger and their careers..."
Shen Lian Nuo, from the 'atmosphere creation' group, dressed in a black long dress with her raven hair cascading down her shoulders, stood up, raising a glass of red wine, her voice passionate.
"What Meng Jingwei?" Lu Yan Ming reminded her. "Call her Master's wife!"
As Lu Yan Ming spoke, everyone burst into laughter.
Shen Lian Nuo kicked Lu Yan Ming's leg. "You talk too much!" She rolled her eyes at him and raised her glass again. "Come, come, come. Regardless, everything being safe and smooth is the best."
"Yes, Miss Lian Nuo is right," Song Jun stood up. "The boss and the young madam not only overcame the danger but also became partners with Prince William. Their future will surely be filled with wealth. Cheers to the boss, and to having a meal by following the boss."