Walking to the park entrance, she waited for Qing Muye while inquiring about the whereabouts of Madam Qing from passersby. However, she found nothing.
Ten minutes later, a car sped over and stopped in front of Meng Jingwei.
Qing Muye got out of the car. With a serious expression, he walked up to Meng Jingwei and questioned, "What happened?"
"Grandma asked me to the park. She talked a lot with me and told me she had Alzheimer's. Seeing her talking so much, I wanted to buy her some water. When I came back, she was gone."
Meng Jingwei was extremely anxious. "I asked many people in the park, and no one said they found Grandma. They only found Grandma's phone."
She handed the smartphone in her hand to Qing Muye.
Qing Muye took the phone and looked at Meng Jingwei's guilty, self-reproaching, and worried appearance. The man's expression remained indifferent. "No need for you to look for Grandma. You can leave."
The man held the phone, turned around, got into the car, and slammed the door shut.
Seeing him start the car and drive away, Meng Jingwei stood there, stunned for a while.
His attitude towards her was too indifferent.
Heh, did he really think she had no more value, so he treated her with disdain?
How could people be so realistic?
She watched Qing Muye's car gradually recede until it disappeared from view.
Meng Jingwei knew that Qing Muye must be mobilizing his forces to search for Madam Qing, but she was still a little worried.
So she continued to search for Madam Qing nearby. In the vast sea of people, looking for one person was like finding a needle in a haystack.
During this time, she called Qing Muye again and sent voice messages, but Qing Muye did not answer.
Meng Jingwei called Madam Qing, but no one answered.
She guessed that they were probably still looking for Madam Qing.
So, all day long, Meng Jingwei searched every place nearby, frantically looking for Madam Qing. By the time night fell, exhausted from walking all day, she collapsed onto a park bench.
Sitting on the bench to rest, Meng Jingwei called Qing Muye again. The phone kept ringing but no one answered.
Just as it was about to automatically hang up, someone finally answered.
"Why didn't you answer the phone? Did you find Grandma?" she asked impatiently.
However, it was Song Ci's voice that came from the other end of the phone. "Miss Meng, Madam was found this morning."
"She was found this morning, so why didn't you tell me? Do you know that I..."
Listening to Song Ci's words, Meng Jingwei was furious and raised her voice, wanting to curse.
However, her words were interrupted by Song Ci, "Boss said, you don't need to call again in the future."
Meng Jingwei, who was speaking, heard Song Ci's words and her voice suddenly stopped. She was stunned for a few seconds before she came to her senses.
So, Madam Qing was found this morning, and Qing Muye, because she had no more value, didn't even want to answer her calls.
So that's how it was!
Her anger was instantly doused by a bucket of cold water, chilling her to the bone, and her anger disappeared.
What remained was only an unspeakable irony.
"Okay, I'm hanging up."
She hung up the phone and looked at the nearly empty mineral water bottle in her hand, a sense of humiliation surging in her heart.
She clenched the bottle tightly, and the plastic bottle made a rustling sound, which was very harsh, but it was like a merciless mockery.
Meng Jingwei looked up at the sky, which was covered with dark clouds, without any stars.
She sat on the bench for a long, long time, until something landed on her cheek, and she snapped back to reality. She then realized it had started to rain.
Meng Jingwei opened her phone screen, unlocked it, and blocked the numbers of Qing Muye and Song Ci.
Then she dragged her tired body back home.
There were very few streetlights on this side, and the dim light fell on her, elongating her figure, making her look particularly lonely and pathetic.
Meng Jingwei walked with her head down.
As she walked, she looked up and found herself at the elevator entrance on the second basement level of the Night Club.
As she habitually reached out to press the elevator button, her finger paused, and then she retracted it in realization.
See, habit is such a terrible thing.
Meng Jingwei felt a tightness in her chest, making her feel uncomfortable, as if she was a fool and stupid.
Bang—
Suddenly, the sound of a car door closing pulled her thoughts back.
Meng Jingwei turned her head and saw Song Ci and Qing Muye getting out of the car and walking towards her, their gazes falling on her.
Her eyes flickered, and her expression became somewhat unnatural.
But in a moment, she adjusted her emotions, concealed the embarrassment on her face, fumbled on herself, and took out an elevator access card. She said to Qing Muye, who was three meters away from her, "Here, I'm returning your elevator card. That way, you won't blame me if something gets lost in your house."
Meng Jingwei looked at the gloomy and indifferent Qing Muye, snorted, and put on a deliberately calm and sarcastic smile.
However, Qing Muye merely glanced at her indifferently, bypassed her, and left.
The man was as impeccably dressed as ever, with one hand in his trouser pocket and his elbow slightly bent. As he brushed past her, his arm knocked the elevator access card from Meng Jingwei's hand.
And so, the two brushed past each other.
Meng Jingwei's forced smile gradually stiffened, and her gaze followed the elevator access card to the ground.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion, invisibly exposing her embarrassment.
Song Ci, behind her, took in Meng Jingwei's expression and walked forward to pick up the elevator access card. "Miss Meng, give me the card."
Meng Jingwei adjusted her state as quickly as possible, nodded, and raised her eyebrows with a smile. "Yes, hold it tight. Don't blame me if you lose it."
Her voice was brisk, and she forced a smile on her face, acting as if nothing had happened, giving the impression of being carefree.
Meng Jingwei walked out and, as she brushed past Song Ci, patted his shoulder. "Bro, I'm leaving, bye-bye."
"Yes, alright, Miss Meng, take care."
Although Song Ci didn't understand what had happened between his boss and Meng Jingwei, he didn't dislike Meng Jingwei. He even admired her straightforward and unpretentious demeanor.
Meng Jingwei hummed a tune as she walked, "Today is a good day, all my wishes will come true. Tomorrow is also a good day, precious time cannot wait..."
In the elevator, Qing Muye's dark and unreadable gaze fixed on Meng Jingwei's retreating back. Seeing her jumping and skipping, happily humming a tune, and appearing to be in a good mood, his gaze suddenly turned colder.
After leaving Night Club Apartments, she could be so happy?
Ding—
The elevator doors gradually closed, cutting off Qing Muye's view.
Meng Jingwei, who had not walked far, heard the "ding" sound. Her cheerful, skipping steps stopped, and the smile on her cheeks and her singing instantly disappeared.
In that instant, she felt as if she had been drained of all strength, making her look like a frost-bitten eggplant, wilted.