On the other end of the phone, Zhao Ruolan was ecstatic, her voice trembling slightly.
"Qing Shao?"
Li Yun'er looked at the ring on the table and suddenly remembered that this ring was the same as the one in the Qing Shao photos they had distributed at the socialite gathering.
It was the ancestral diamond ring of the Qing family heir.
Connecting this with Meng Jingwei's incident at the hospital yesterday, Li Yun'er instantly understood. Meng Jingwei had gone to the hospital to save Qing Muye!
And it was precisely because Meng Jingwei had given her name at the hospital that Qing Muye thought she was his savior.
She had unexpectedly become the 'savior' of Emperor City's Qing Shao!
This was more surprising than winning the lottery.
"Mommy, I'm a bit busy right now, I'll talk later."
Li Yun'er suppressed her overwhelming joy, and while Meng Jingwei wasn't paying attention, she quietly pocketed the ring from the table. She then walked up to Meng Jingwei and said righteously, "If there's a next time, you can wait to collect the bodies of your adoptive parents."
She left in a huff.
Meng Jingwei, who had returned in the early hours of the morning, had intended to sleep for a while but overslept.
At this moment, she wasn't in the mood to argue with Li Yun'er. She found a mask to cover her face and immediately rushed to the hospital to find that man.
A reward of one hundred million.
That was what she had risked her life for.
But heaven knew, when she arrived at the hospital and asked, the nurse actually said that the man had woken up during the night and left directly.
He hadn't even left any contact information.
"Liar, you scumbag!"
Meng Jingwei exploded on the spot, stomping her feet in anger. "That five thousand yuan was my living expenses for two months!"
As expected, men's mouths were deceiving ghosts.
Not only had she lost five thousand yuan of living expenses, but she had also been deducted over a hundred yuan by the platform for a missing delivery.
She was already working part-time as a delivery driver, and now, after taking two days off, all the delivery fees she had earned were lost to the platform.
Meng Jingwei's heart was bleeding.
Society was treacherous, and she was still too young.
In the following days, she worked even harder, doing delivery on the side after work, and bringing meals to her adoptive parents in the hospital.
Nightfall Bar.
Meng Jingwei, dressed in a security uniform, was sitting with her colleagues in the monitoring room during their downtime, complaining, "If I hadn't saved that ungrateful bastard, how could I have only eaten two meals a day this week? I've lost weight from hunger."
After the car accident, her adoptive father remained in a coma, and her adoptive mother stayed by his side in the hospital every day.
Although Li Yun'er's parents were covering the medical expenses, Meng Jingwei still had considerable daily expenses to bear.
She had given the remaining 5,000 yuan to the scumbag for his surgery, and she was already stretched thin.
"Sister Wei, just by hearing you talk about that person, don't you know his name or what he looks like?"
Her colleague Chen Zhuo asked.
Meng Jingwei shook her head. "I remember his appearance, but he was unconscious at the time, how would I know his name... Wait, wait, wait... See that..."
Meng Jingwei, who was speaking, suddenly pointed at someone on the surveillance video. "Him, it's him!"
Saying this, she slammed the table and roared, "Bastard, I finally found you." She got up and started to walk out.
"Sister Wei, wait."
Zhao Zhuo grabbed Meng Jingwei's wrist and pointed incredulously at the person in the monitor. "Are you sure it's him?"
"I'd recognize this dog man even if he turned to ashes."
Meng Jingwei turned to leave, but Zhao Zhuo immediately stood up and blocked her path. "Sister Wei, calm down. His name is Qing Muye, the heir to the Qing family, one of the four major families in Lancheng. He is cold-blooded and ruthless, and his hands are stained with blood."
"Qing Muye?"
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but gasp.
The club where she worked was Lancheng's premier entertainment venue, frequented by the wealthy and influential, so she was no stranger to the name Qing Muye.
"What kind of person is he? If he wanted to repay your kindness, it would be a matter of a word. Since he didn't look for you, it means he doesn't want to give you money. Sister Wei, your life is more important. It's just five thousand yuan, let's consider it feeding a dog."
"I..."
Meng Jingwei was speechless for a moment, finding Chen Zhuo's words quite reasonable.
But she was still unwilling.
After leaving the monitoring room, she asked other colleagues and learned that Qing Muye was in Room 908.
Meng Jingwei played the waiting game. It wasn't until 1 AM that she saw Qing Muye, dressed in a black shirt, emerge from a private room and enter an elevator.
She strode forward and followed him in.
Beneath the Nightfall Club was a bar, and above it were hotel suites.
In the elevator, Meng Jingwei glanced at Qing Muye, who was half a head taller than her. He smelled of alcohol, his exceptionally handsome face flushed unnaturally, and he occasionally tugged at his tie with his long fingers, appearing somewhat flushed and restless after drinking.
"Which floor are you going to?"
Suddenly, the man asked coldly.
Meng Jingwei glanced at the illuminated number button and said, "38th floor."
After she spoke, Qing Muye said nothing.
Ding—
The elevator opened on the 38th floor.
The man walked out, and she followed closely behind.
However, Qing Muye, who had only taken a few steps, suddenly stopped. Meng Jingwei, caught off guard, bumped into his back. "Oh, sorry... mmm..."
Before she could finish her apology, the man in front of her suddenly turned around, gripped her neck with his large hand, and said coldly, "Tell me, who exactly are you?"
"It hurts..."
Meng Jingwei, unable to breathe and suffering from oxygen deprivation, struggled against Qing Muye's hand. "Let go of me, I... I can't breathe..."
Hearing this, Qing Muye furrowed his brows, brushed off her security cap, and said, "You're a woman?"
Because Meng Jingwei worked at the club, to avoid being harassed, she always disguised her voice as male, and even her face was made up.
Besides the manager and the security department, few people knew she was a woman.
"Yes, yes."
"Tell me, who sent you?"
"I... I just wanted to..."
Before Meng Jingwei could finish her sentence, Qing Muye interrupted her, "You want to be my woman?"
He had already noticed that the little security guard in front of him was acting suspiciously, and the alcohol served today had been tampered with.
As expected, another woman trying to drug him and get into his bed.
Meng Jingwei felt like her neck was about to break from the pressure.
You scumbag, ungrateful wretch!
She cursed in her mind, "To... to be..." Before she could even say the word 'your', the man released her neck.
Meng Jingwei's body went limp and she collapsed onto the ground, supporting herself with her hands and gasping for breath, coughing uncontrollably.
At this moment, he realized that the entire 38th floor was private housing.
The silver-gray cool-toned design exuded luxury and high-class taste.
It seemed Qing Muye had already realized something was amiss with her.