After leaving the Ye Se Club, Meng Jingwei breathed a sigh of relief, finally solving the problem of medical expenses.
Next, it was the Li family's turn.
As long as she sorted out the matters with the Li family, she could leave Lancheng and find a good job to earn money to support her adoptive parents.
After all, the kindness of upbringing was greater than the heavens.
Ring, ring, ring—
Suddenly, her phone rang.
Meng Jingwei pulled out her phone and saw a string of phone numbers flashing on the screen.
It was Li Yun'er.
She raised an eyebrow and answered the call.
“Meng Jingwei, what exactly do you want? Are you trying to ruin our Li family?”
As soon as the phone was connected, a hysterical roar from Li Yun'er could be heard from the other end, devoid of any of the gentleness of a socialite.
Meng Jingwei moved the phone a few centimeters away. Only after the other side quieted down did she calmly say, “What are you talking about? I… I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
She pretended to know nothing.
“What are you pretending for? Aren’t the photos on Weibo pictures from when you donated bone marrow to Zi Rui in the hospital? If you didn’t post the news, who else could it be?”
Li Yun’er was furious.
It seemed her fears were coming true.
She paused, and before Meng Jingwei could speak, she immediately said, “I warned you not to reveal your identity. Meng Jingwei, don’t court death.”
The threat in her voice carried a hint of ruthlessness.
The words, so contrary to her usual image, made it hard to imagine them coming from Li Yun’er.
“How do you want me to die? Are you going to arrange a car accident to run me over, just like you arranged the accident that injured my adoptive parents?”
At this point, Meng Jingwei directly brought up the car accident that the Li family had orchestrated for her adoptive parents.
When her words fell, Li Yun’er was momentarily stunned, then she let out a哼, “Since you know, you’d better be sensible. Otherwise, I’m afraid no one will be there to see your parents off when they pass away.”
“My parents? Are you referring to Li Fu’an or Zhao Ruolan?”
“Shut up! I am their only daughter. What are you? Just trash discarded by the Li family!”
“If I’m trash, then what are you? Li Yun’er, don’t forget, we are from the same mother.”
“You…”
Li Yun’er was so angry that she was speechless for a moment.
Meng Jingwei couldn’t help but chuckle, “Li Yun’er, listen to me carefully. If I have the ability to expose the photos, I can also expose my identity. If you dare to lay a hand on my adoptive parents again, I don’t mind dragging your Li Corporation down with me!”
The smile on her cheeks gradually faded, replaced by a glint of ferocity.
What was exposed on Weibo today were just two photos.
One was a picture of her standing with Li Yun’er; the other was a picture of her donating bone marrow to Li Zi Rui.
But both photos were saved from surveillance video screenshots.
The images were not super high-definition, but her appearance was still clearly visible.
She hung up the phone after delivering a harsh remark.
The moment the call ended, the recording was automatically saved.
The reason she had provoked Li Yun’er so much was to force her to say those words.
Meng Jingwei played with her phone, a cold smile curving her lips.
She figured Li Yun’er must be throwing a tantrum at home right now.
And indeed…
It was just as she had predicted.
Longxi Villa.
After hanging up the phone, Li Yun’er was so angry that she slammed her phone onto the table and flew into a rage.
Seeing her trembling with anger, Li Fu’an asked, “What’s wrong?”
“What else could it be? It’s that bitch Meng Jingwei, she actually threatened me. She even said that if we dare to lay a hand on her useless parents, she would expose her identity.”
Li Yun’er clenched her fists, never having felt such intense anger before.
Precisely because she had finally become Qing Muye’s fiancée, she was extra cautious and a little insecure.
Meng Jingwei’s existence was her greatest threat, yet they were helpless against Meng Jingwei, which naturally made matters complicated.
“You mean, Meng Jingwei already knows that we were responsible?”
Li Fu’an was subtly uneasy.
Before, although Meng Jingwei had sent people to investigate the matter, they were only looking for the culprit.
But who would have thought that Meng Jingwei already knew the truth!
Zhao Ruolan’s eyes flickered, her face filled with unease, “Old Li, look at this matter…”
“What are you looking at? Mommy, keeping Meng Jingwei will kill us!”
Li Yun’er finished speaking, then pulled Li Fu’an’s hand, her eyes welling up with tears, “Daddy, you must help me figure something out.”
“Yun’er is right, Meng Jingwei cannot be kept alive!”
Li Fu’an gripped Li Yun’er’s hand, his eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing deep within his pupils.
…
Ye Se Club, 38th floor private apartment.
Qing Muye stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette between his fingers, smoking silently.
At this moment, his assistant Song Ci knocked and entered, “Boss, I’ve investigated what you asked me to.”
“Speak.”
Qing Muye stood by the window, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a cigarette, and said without turning his head.
Song Ci looked at the file in his hand and hesitated for a moment before saying, “Not long ago, the Li family transferred two million yuan to Meng Jingwei’s account. However, Meng Jingwei then transferred over eighty thousand yuan to a private detective. Just a few hours ago, two well-known Weibo bloggers each transferred 280,000 yuan into Meng Jingwei’s account.”
The investigation results contained a lot of information.
Even Qing Muye, who was usually calm, was somewhat surprised.
He turned, walked to Song Ci, and took the bank statement and transfer information handed to him.
“Why did the Li family and these two Weibo bloggers transfer money to her?”
He pointed to the documents and questioned Song Ci.
“Boss, you should have seen the trending news about the Li family today. Those two Weibo bloggers were the ones who transferred money to Meng Jingwei. If my guess is correct, it should be that Meng Jingwei sold the Li family’s news to the bloggers.”
This was the analysis closest to the truth.
Qing Muye gripped the documents in his hand, his ink-dark eyebrows slightly furrowed, lost in thought.
No wonder Meng Jingwei suddenly had 2.4 million today. So that was what happened.
But what exactly was the situation with the Li family?
What was her relationship with the Li family?
“Go and find out why the Li family transferred her two million yuan for no reason.”
Qing Muye gave the order, and Song Ci acknowledged it and left.
The man recalled the first time Li Yun’er and Meng Jingwei met. It seemed that Li Yun’er always took the initiative to speak to Meng Jingwei, but Meng Jingwei was indifferent to her.
Today’s Weibo exposure stated that Li Yun’er had a twin sister.
For a moment, Qing Muye even suspected that Meng Jingwei might be Li Yun’er’s sister, but her extremely ugly face completely dismissed Qing Muye’s guess.
“Quite interesting.”
A smile curved Qing Muye’s lips, and he became increasingly interested in Meng Jingwei.