"Yes, I do, I do."
Feeling the man's chilling aura, like a messenger of death emerging from hell, she felt closer to death than ever before.
Driven by the instinct for survival, Meng Jingwei nodded vigorously, "Of course I do. But how can I prove it?"
"Very good."
The frost on Qing Muye's cold face melted away. His lips, neither too thin nor too thick, curved into a faint, almost imperceptible arc.
He leaned closer to her ear, his breath tickling the hair on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine despite the tingling sensation.
After a few seconds, she heard him say, "I have a way to solve this once and for all."
"Wh-what way?"
"That is..."
He paused halfway through, as if teasing her. Only when he noticed the little woman's extreme nervousness did he say, "I'll cut out your uterus!"
"U-uterus?"
Meng Jingwei flinched backward, hitting the sofa behind her and slumping down. She stared blankly at Qing Muye, "No, don't... I don't want that."
Having her uterus removed meant she would never be able to have children.
She absolutely refused.
"Qing Muye, are you a devil?"
Even the usually strong Meng Jingwei was terrified.
Before this, she didn't know Qing Muye's identity, but now that she did, she was even more frightened.
Because this man had the power to crush everything.
Killing her would be as easy as crushing an ant.
Qing Muye let out a cold snort and took out his phone, dialing a number. "Song Ci, contact the hospital and prepare for a hysterectomy immediately..."
"No, that's not possible, you can't!"
Before Qing Muye could finish speaking, Meng Jingwei suddenly stood up, snatched his phone, and hung up. She shouted, full of anger and grievance, "What gives you the right? Just because you have money, you can do whatever you want!"
It proved that playing the innocent, pitiful little rabbit in front of this man was utterly meaningless.
Because this scoundrel was simply a cold-blooded animal.
"Whether it's possible or not, we'll find out."
Qing Muye took back the phone from her, walked around her, and left directly.
"Don't go!"
Meng Jingwei grabbed Qing Muye's hand, fell to her knees with a plop, and said tearfully, "Young Master Qing, you can't do this. I don't even know if I'm pregnant, but if I am, I will definitely have an abortion."
To save her 'uterus', Meng Jingwei was desperate.
What dignity was there when her life was at stake?
She didn't want to lose her uterus at such a young age; no man would want her then, even if she paid them.
"You were just indignant a moment ago, and now you're kneeling and begging?" The man held her chin in his large palm, "Tell me, which side of you should I believe?"
"Young Master Qing, you should have some conscience. Your grandmother was the one who drugged me, and you slept with me. I'm the victim, so why should I bear the consequences?"
She was very angry.
Seeing her previously pitiful appearance, and then kneeling on the ground with such intense anger, her ever-changing emotions piqued Qing Muye's interest.
"Because with money, you can do whatever you want."
He repeated her words back to Meng Jingwei and added, "Stay here honestly. Someone will take you for surgery later."
Qing Muye took out a tissue and wiped the hand that had held her chin, as if it were dirty.
He threw the tissue into the trash can and turned to leave.
"Young Master Qing?"
"Master Qing? We can discuss this!"
"Hey, Qing Muye, don't leave."
"Qing Muye, you're a scoundrel, a scum!"
Seeing the man walk out of the living room without looking back, Meng Jingwei couldn't help but curse loudly.
Then she stood up, sat on the sofa, patted the non-existent dust off her knees, and muttered, "Shameless dog of a man."
The elevator doors closed outside, and the man was gone.
Meng Jingwei sat on the sofa, reached for her phone to call Old Madam Qing, but then realized her phone was missing.
She belatedly remembered Qing Muye getting close to her just now, and suspected he had taken her phone then.
"I can't just wait to die."
Meng Jingwei's mind raced as she thought about how to escape.
She got up and surveyed the floor. She found that the only way to enter this floor was via the elevator, and a locked door at the end of the corridor.
Outside the living room door stood two burly bodyguards.
Meng Jingwei looked around inside, then went into the bedroom, found a lighter, wrapped a roll of toilet paper around a mop, lit it, and aimed it at the sprinkler system on the ceiling.
In just a second, the sprinkler system activated and began spraying water incessantly.
From the bedroom to the guest bedroom, then to the kitchen and bathroom, Meng Jingwei triggered the sprinkler system in all of them with fire, simultaneously activating the smoke detectors.
She heard the alarm ring and immediately placed the mop in a corner, then ran out of the bathroom.
"What's going on?"
"Where's the fire?"
The two bodyguards rushed in, looking panicked.
Meng Jingwei shook her head, "I don't know... it's so scary..."
"Sixth, you go check over there, I'll check over here."
"Okay."
The two bodyguards immediately ran inside to check the situation.
Meng Jingwei secretly rejoiced and quickly ran out of the living room, pressing the button for the private elevator on the 38th floor to go down.
She escaped the Nightclub and hailed a taxi.
"Driver, take me to St. Jude's Hospital. Actually, change that, take me to Dragon Creek Villa."
She had originally wanted to go to St. Jude's Hospital to find her adoptive parents, but now she decided to go to Dragon Creek Villa to get money from the Li family and then take her adoptive parents away from Lancheng.
When she donated bone marrow to the Li family's youngest son, her biological father had promised to give her fifty thousand as compensation when they divorced and left Lancheng.
Meng Jingwei disdained taking his money, but now she had no other choice.
Her salary hadn't been paid, and the five thousand yuan she had was used to cover Qing Muye's medical expenses. She needed to take her adoptive parents back to the countryside, and money was needed everywhere.
Without money, she couldn't move an inch.
Half an hour later, she arrived at Dragon Creek Villa.
Meng Jingwei got out of the car and walked to the villa entrance, pressing the doorbell.
A moment later, the villa door opened. Zhao Ruolan, dressed opulently, looked at her and frowned, "Why are you here?"
Zhao Ruolan, nearly fifty years old, wore a sapphire blue, nipped-in V-neck blouse paired with black high-waisted pants. Due to her excellent daily skincare, she looked young and elegant.
She was Meng Jingwei's biological mother.
"Where is Li Fu'an? I need to speak with him."
Meng Jingwei stated her purpose directly.
"How dare you speak to me like that? Is that how you address him?" Zhao Ruolan looked at Meng Jingwei with disdain and contempt.
Sometimes Meng Jingwei couldn't understand why she, despite being born from the same mother as Li Yun'er, was so disliked by the couple.
"I can't call him by his name?"
Meng Jingwei sneered, "Fine. Where is your husband's thing? I need to talk to him."
"You... Humph, as expected, you came from a poor, remote village, with no manners at all."
Zhao Ruolan was clearly angered by her.
"Manners are taught by one's parents. I, who have neither a father nor a mother, am lucky to be alive, so why should I bother with manners?"
Meng Jingwei had never expected her biological parents to treat her this way when she saw them again.