Following Old Chen’s lead, she turned down a street.
Suddenly, a phone in Meng Jingwei’s pocket rang.
She took out her phone and saw it was Shu Yao calling.
Meng Jingwei hesitated for a moment before answering, “What is it?”
Ever since Shu Yao chose to side with Qing Si Huai last time, Meng Jingwei had basically stopped speaking to her.
During the Lunar New Year, Shu Yao had sent her several messages and made a few calls, but she had ignored them all.
As she followed Old Chen, she picked up the call to serve as a distraction and avoid being discovered.
“Meng Jingwei…”
Shu Yao’s voice on the other end of the line was choked and hoarse.
Meng Jingwei’s brow furrowed; she knew instantly that Shu Yao must be in some kind of trouble.
She had always considered Shu Yao a friend. While she was disappointed about the Qing Si Huai situation, she didn't blame Shu Yao.
“Wuwuwu… Save me, save me… Wuwu, Anthony knows I’m pregnant, and he’s arranging for surgery. Wuwu… Help me…”
Meng Jingwei’s mind went blank. “You said Anthony…” She paused. “At a time like this, you should be calling Qing Si Huai. The child you’re carrying is Qing Si Huai’s!”
“Wuwuwu… I can’t reach him. In Lancheng… in Lancheng, you’re the only one I know.” Shu Yao cried heartbrokenly.
“Where are you now?”
“North Shore Hotel, 90… Ah, Anthony, what are you doing… Slap… Dudu dudu…”
Before Shu Yao could finish speaking, a crisp slap echoed from the other end of the phone, and then the call was disconnected.
Meng Jingwei stopped in her tracks. She immediately called Qing Si Huai.
“Dudu dudu… Hello, the user you have dialed cannot be reached.”
After a few beeps, a mechanical voice announced, “Cannot be reached.” This clearly indicated that the phone had been connected and then hung up.
Meng Jingwei tried calling again, but there was still no answer.
“Damn it!”
She cursed in anger and frustration.
Seeing Old Chen walking further away, Meng Jingwei made up her mind. She turned, stood by the roadside, hailed a taxi, and headed directly to the North Shore Hotel.
Shu Yao, that foolish girl, was blinded by love.
If it weren't for the fact that she and Qing Mu Ye temporarily wished to keep their relationship private, she would have had Qing Mu Ye come to rescue Shu Yao.
However, she also had concerns.
She was afraid that saving Shu Yao might implicate Qing Mu Ye.
After a brief consideration, she concluded that going to the North Shore Hotel alone was the most suitable course of action.
As the car drove slowly, Meng Jingwei searched online for the front desk number of Qing Si Huai’s company and made a call.
“Hello, this is Huai Nan Company. Who is this?” the receptionist asked politely and courteously over the phone.
“Hello. Excuse me, is my Uncle Seven, that is, your President Qing, in his office? I was told by Old Madam Qing that I would come to see him. But his phone isn’t being answered.”
Meng Jingwei told a white lie.
Upon hearing that Old Madam Qing was coming, the other party immediately replied, “Not being answered? I just contacted President Qing a moment ago. He probably didn’t hear it. If you and Madam need to see President Qing, please come directly. President Qing has been in his office all morning.”
“Okay, okay. Got it, thank you.”
Meng Jingwei hung up the phone. A prompt box appeared on her screen: ‘Recording saved.’
…
North Shore Hotel, Suite 906.
Shu Yao was tied to the bed by Anthony and was unable to struggle.
Anthony, dressed in a white suit, sat to the side, with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette.
“Anthony, let me go,” Shu Yao struggled and resisted, feeling extremely indignant.
The man’s gaze was sinister. “You’re my woman, yet you’re pregnant with someone else’s child behind my back. Shu Yao, do you really think I won’t kill you?”
“I don’t like you at all, why are you forcing me to marry you? Anthony, you are a devil!” Shu Yao struggled with all her might, but the ropes were tightly bound around her wrists, preventing any movement.
A sense of dread began to creep into her heart.
Would the child really not be saved?
She could usually reach Qing Si Huai on the phone, so why couldn't she today?
“When I catch your lover, I’ll show you what a devil is.”
Anthony stood up, walked slowly towards Shu Yao, grabbed her hair, and with a face full of ferocity, the blond-haired, blue-eyed Anthony gritted his teeth and said, “Tell me, who is the father of this bastard?”
“Ah… It hurts…”
Shu Yao, her scalp tingling from being pulled, gasped in pain. She endured the fear and suffering, not daring to reveal Qing Si Huai’s name.
Qing Si Huai’s foundation was unstable, and he had already fallen out with Qing Mu Ye. If Anthony were to find out he was with her, it would be like facing a wolf in front and a tiger behind for Qing Si Huai, leaving him with no room to maneuver.
Shu Yao did not want to see him fall into such a predicament.
“What does it matter to you who I’m with? As long as it’s not you, I’m willing to be with anyone… Ah!”
Before she could finish speaking, Anthony slapped her across the face. “You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. You refused to be the Princess of Country C, yet you had to be slutty and hook up with other men.”
Anthony’s other hand still held her hair. He gave it a forceful tug. “I’m telling you, not only will I find that lover, but I’ll castrate him and do it in front of you. I’ll see who suffers more!”
Anthony did like Shu Yao.
Although he also valued the capabilities of Shu Yao’s parents, the combination of business and politics, a strong alliance, naturally made their power not to be underestimated.
However, Shu Yao’s parents did business in Country C. If they angered Anthony, it would only be cutting off their own financial lifeline.
Anthony desired Shu Yao, and he also coveted the wealth of the Shu family.
Therefore, he had been pursuing Shu Yao like a sycophant, but Shu Yao not only ignored him but even blocked his contact information.
Now, she was even more brazen, actually having another man!
Shu Yao, her head throbbing with excruciating pain, winced and gasped repeatedly, “Anthony, you… It hurts… Let go…”
Perhaps the pain was truly unbearable, Shu Yao’s eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face.
Upon seeing Shu Yao cry, Anthony’s lost rationality immediately returned.
He let go at once, raised his hand, and cupped Shu Yao’s face, his thumb rubbing away the tears on her cheek. “Yao, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have treated you like that.”
Anthony was extremely distressed. He fumbled to wipe the tears from her cheeks, gently rubbing her sore skin with his other hand. “Don’t cry, be good.”
He comforted Shu Yao with immense tenderness, then continued, “You are mine. You are my fiancé, Anthony’s, the future princess of the Country C royal family, but you betrayed me, you betrayed me!”
His barely contained emotions finally broke, and Anthony couldn't help but roar, “You shouldn’t have betrayed me!!!”
With a roar, Anthony slapped Shu Yao hard across the face again.
A clear slap distinctly left five finger marks on Shu Yao’s face. A trace of crimson blood oozed from her face, which had been turned to the side by the blow.
At this moment, a knock sounded from outside the suite.
Anthony’s ferocious expression visibly softened. He adjusted his white suit, gave Shu Yao a fierce glare, and turned to walk out of the bedroom.