Han Junyan brushed her hand away, his eyes clear and cold. "Sooner or later, you'll die because of your mouth."
Such a foolish woman.
He found it utterly baffling, how the Li Fu'an couple had raised Li Yun'er, and how she had managed to earn the title of 'Talented Woman of Lancheng' in Lancheng.
It was utterly laughable.
"I just said Qing Muye is dead, what's wrong with that? I'm just stating a fact," Li Yun'er snorted proudly and sat down on the rattan chair.
Recalling the past, before Meng Jingwei appeared in Lancheng, she was the shining star of Lancheng. Ever since Meng Jingwei arrived, she had disrupted her life, turning her life into a mess and making her a laughingstock.
Having experienced twists and turns, Li Yun'er no longer possessed her initial composure. Seeing Meng Jingwei only made her emotions run high and out of control, all she wanted was to humiliate her and see her angry.
Especially after Qing Muye 'died,' Li Yun'er believed Meng Jingwei had been greatly stimulated and considered herself the ultimate winner.
That was why, upon seeing Meng Jingwei in the Hidden Clan, she had spoken so carelessly.
"They say it right, this is the Hidden Clan. Even if you die, you'll only die before Meng Jingwei. So, you'd better watch your own life in the days to come."
Han Junyan said his piece chillingly and slammed the door shut before leaving.
...
At the same time, Meng Jingwei walked along the streets of the Hidden Clan. Feeling agitated, she eventually went to a tavern, ordered some drinks, and drank alone.
He Xiaomingjin sat opposite her, accompanying her in drinking.
The two of them didn't say anything, just drank wine to relieve their inner turmoil.
As they drank, a flicker of light flashed in her eyes as she looked at He Xiaomingjin. She immediately picked up a wine jar, "Come, I'll toast you. Thank you for earlier."
The Hidden Clan had traditional taverns, and the wine inside was a local specialty brew. The wine jars were also antique, giving off a great vibe.
"Sister Weiwei, you're too kind."
He Xiaomingjin smiled and took a large gulp.
"Another toast to you. Please take care of me more in the Hidden Clan in the future."
"No problem."
"One more toast to you. You are Old Chen's grandson, so we are practically family."
...
She poured He Xiaomingjin a lot of wine. She had expected that he would at least need another jar of wine before getting drunk.
However, as soon as the jar in her hand was empty, his face was already flushed red, and he was speaking incoherently.
Meng Jingwei immediately put down the jar, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Can you tell me about the history of the Hidden Clan? Did the old man tell you how he planned to arrange things for me?"
"Mmm... I can tell you about the history. But Grandpa told me I can't tell you anything else."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
It seemed he wasn't drunk enough.
"Then let's not talk about it. Let's drink. I'm in a bad mood today, you keep me company for a few more drinks." She picked up another jar of wine and placed it in front of He Xiaomingjin, clinking jars with him. "Drink."
"Okay, let's keep drinking."
He Xiaomingjin held the wine jar and tilted his head back for a large drink.
Meng Jingwei drank, then used the handkerchief on the table to wipe her mouth, spitting the wine onto the handkerchief. She lowered her arm, aimed at the trash can, squeezed, and pushed all the wine out.
In this manner, she managed to drink two full jars of wine with He Xiaomingjin.
He Xiaomingjin's face was flushed red, and he was dizzy holding the jar. Meng Jingwei continued to try and extract information, but he still gritted his teeth, refusing to reveal a single word.
Finally, after who knew how much wine had been consumed, He Xiaomingjin was drunk, and Meng Jingwei was also drunk.
The only useful yet useless piece of information she managed to extract was the name of her biological mother...