News of Cui Xueheng's death spread on the same day, and the topic remained on the trending searches for two days, but for Meng Sheng, it did not have a significant impact.
She was silent for a while on the morning Pei Sui called to tell her.
I wouldn't say I was heartbroken or sad, but the complex emotions welling up inside me were very real.
She didn't hate Cui Xueheng, but she did feel dislike and aversion towards her. The complex emotions and melancholy she felt stemmed from her respect for the passing of life.
When Meng Chengli learned that Cui Xueheng had died from poisoning, he remained silent for a long time before shaking his head. "She's dead now. Let bygones be bygones."
The dead should be respected.
Of course, this only applies to Cui Xueheng, since there is no irreconcilable hatred between them, at most it is just dislike.
But it's different with mortal enemies like Ning Weiwei. Even now that news of Ning Weiwei's death has arrived, they still can't help but hate her and want to drag her out of hell and whip her corpse.
Meng Sheng understood Meng Chengli's meaning; he would no longer blame Cui Xueheng for almost driving him to his death and causing him to suffer a stroke.
Meng Sheng didn't say anything at the time, but the estrangement in his heart did not completely disappear because of Cui Xueheng's death.
It stood brightly in her heart, an existence she could not ignore.
Three days after Cui Xueheng passed away, Qiuyi returned from France.
Meng Sheng personally went to the airport to pick her up.
As the crowd surged out, Meng Sheng immediately noticed the most dazzling figure in the crowd.
Qiu Yi is 1.73 meters tall and has a bright and elegant appearance. Her fashion style is also unique and diverse, fashionable and artistic, mainly mature, cool and sexy.
Today she was wearing a gray halter top, revealing a section of her fair, slender, and flat abdomen without an ounce of fat, paired with dark gray and white ripped wide-leg jeans.
Her hair was casually tied into a bun, revealing her slender swan neck, and her beautiful face was covered with exquisite makeup.
She also didn't carry any luggage, just a silver underarm bag casually slung over her shoulder.
Meng Sheng stared at her waist for a long time, and didn't look away even when Qiu Yi walked up to her.
Qiu Yi snapped her fingers in front of her and said, "Tsk, stop looking, or I'll start charging you."
"Sis, your abs... are really good-looking." Meng Sheng slowly raised her eyes.
Seeing her eager hand, Qiu Yi slapped it away impatiently, pointed at her with her finger, narrowed her shimmering eyes, and said softly, "Stop being a hooligan, or I'll sue you."
Meng Sheng pouted and withdrew her restless and lecherous hand.
"How are you? How's your recovery going?" Qiu Yi walked alongside her, tilting her head to look at her.
"Good."
"What did the psychotherapist say?"
"It's alright."
"Trying to fool me?"
"No way, I'm very serious," Meng Sheng retorted. "It really is great, would I lie? If you don't believe me, go ask my brother. He told Professor Ou before he left that he asked Professor Ou to send him a copy of each of my treatment results."
Qiu Yi glanced at her and didn't question her anymore.
Meng Shixu told her over the phone that Meng Sheng was in a coma and suffering from depression, but it happened to be during an event organized by the China Artists Association, so she couldn't come back. The only thing she could do was call Meng Shixu every day or send him a message to ask about Meng Sheng's condition.
She breathed a sigh of relief after learning that Meng Sheng had woken up.
But it was also because of this incident that she and Meng Shixu had the most contact since their breakup a few years ago.
The car left the airport and went directly to Deqing Affiliated Hospital.
Meng Chengli saw a happy smile on Qiu Yi's face, and inquired about her health and work, just like an old father caring for his daughter.
Qiuyi's parents divorced when she was in elementary school. She lived with her grandparents for a few years afterward. When she was in junior high school, both her parents remarried, and she felt like an outsider no matter which side she was on.
So she didn't go to either side until high school, and after college, she had even less contact with them. She only went back to visit her grandparents every year, and occasionally ran into her father and stepmother, as well as her half-siblings.
She doesn't know her younger siblings at all; she wouldn't recognize them even if she met them on the street.
After her grandparents took her away, she went to France to develop her career and settled down, and she could not contact her parents even once a year.
The only year her mother contacted her diligently was when she needed money. Her half-brother was getting married, saying he was marrying a rich man's daughter and they would have to buy a house together. The bride price alone was 1.2 million yuan, and they would also have to buy a villa as their wedding home, but the woman's family would contribute half of the money.
But the mother and stepfather couldn't come up with that much money.
There was no other way but to contact her.
Qiu Yi did not hesitate and agreed to give her 1.2 million yuan, but from then on they would have no further relationship and they were not allowed to contact her again. Otherwise, the 1.2 million yuan would be considered a loan and they would have to repay her within three years.
Qiuyi's mother knew her very well; in a sense, Qiuyi was quite crazy.
She was known as the "crazy school beauty" back in school, so they didn't dare to mess with her. Otherwise, with Qiu Yi's current success, they would be clinging to her and sucking her dry.
But I dare not.
The warmth Qiu Yi felt from her family since childhood came not only from her grandparents, but also from Meng Chengli and Xu Li. To her, Xu Li was both a teacher and a mother.
Xu Li and Meng Chengli did indeed treat her like a daughter.
When she broke up with Meng Shixu, Meng Chengli called Meng Shixu for three hours straight, all of which were insults directed at him, without repeating a single word.
But no amount of scolding worked; one was in Denmark and the other in France, and they completely lost contact.
They had lunch together, and Meng Sheng then escorted Qiu Yi back to Lake Rhine.
When Qiu Yi asked about the news circulating online about the passing of Cui Xueheng, the wife of the Pei family, she asked, "Are you going to the memorial service the day after tomorrow?"
Logically speaking, as Pei Sui's girlfriend, and the person he'll definitely marry later, she should definitely go.
Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense either to outsiders or to those insiders.
Meng Sheng had already planned this out. She nodded, "Okay, I'll go."
Whether it's for the sake of the old lady, Pei Yu, Pei Huan, or Pei Sui, she should go on this trip.
Qiu Yi took a sip of red wine. "Hmm, it would be good to go. At least we won't have any gossip."
Meng Sheng asked, "Sister, how long do you plan to stay in Beijing this time?"
“It will be a little over a month. We can wait until Uncle Meng is discharged from the hospital before leaving,” Qiu Yi sighed. “The Artists Association has a new event next year, so the preparation time is quite long.”
Meng Sheng snatched her wine glass and pulled her up, "Come on, let's go to the art studio. I feel like I haven't picked up a brush in ages."
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