Meng Jingwei was in a bad mood. She pushed aside Qing Muyye and walked around him to sit in the rattan chair, resting her elbow on the armrest and propping up her forehead. Her tone was grave, "A’ye, Lao Chen Tou must have discovered your identity."
After speaking, she looked up at Qing Muyye, her eyes full of worry.
Seeing her little face clouded with gloom, Qing Muyye walked to her side, took her hand, and pulled her up, then sat down on the sofa, drawing Meng Jingwei onto his lap.
"If he didn't have this level of insight, that would be truly terrifying," he said.
Meng Jingwei sat sideways on his lap, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Are you saying that if Lao Chen Tou hadn't discovered your identity, it would mean his insight and vigilance are weak, and he's unfit for his important role?"
"Clever."
The man rubbed the back of her hand with his right hand, then continued, "Since he is assisting He Xiao Lanya, he naturally possesses extraordinary abilities. Discovering my identity was only a matter of time, so it's not unexpected."
"But if he discovered it, why didn't he expose it?"
This was the real problem that troubled Meng Jingwei.
"Perhaps he has his reasons, but what those are, we can't know for sure. Of course, the most plausible guess is that he wants to make Anthony, Xiao Cheng, and the others complacent and underestimate us, and then he'll conspire with me to deal with them, catching them completely off guard."
His analysis was sound and logical.
His excessively calm reaction made Meng Jingwei feel ashamed of herself.
Her concern had led to her overthinking and being too nervous.
Hearing Qing Muyye's analysis, Meng Jingwei's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled. Like a deflated balloon, she leaned limply against his chest and murmured, "They will send Li Yun'er on this hunting expedition. If she goes, Li Yun'er might really not be able to come back alive. What do you think, would Lao Chen Tou and the others willingly give up on a pawn they meticulously cultivated for over twenty years?"
The man smiled faintly and raised his hand to lightly stroke her cheek. "You already have the answer in your heart, why ask me."
"I learned before that the Hidden Clan has another method to seal memories. Lao Chen Tou and the others also mentioned doing this to Li Yun'er, but there has been no action yet. So, I can't figure out their intentions, and moreover, they are wary of me."
"Don't think too much about it. Things will work out when the time comes. Besides, the Hidden Lord's succession ceremony is imminent. In another month, at most two months, we will be able to leave this place."
Qing Muyye reassured Meng Jingwei, "I'm here, don't worry."
His words were like a calming pill for Meng Jingwei, allowing her tightly wound emotions to gradually relax.
However, in the next second, she remembered what Anthony had said to her when they met today.
Suddenly, she sat up straight, her eyes meeting Qing Muyye's. "Do you have a way to contact the outside world? I want to know how our children are."
Having been in the Hidden Clan for over twenty days, she had been incredibly busy every day, but amidst her busyness, she had been constantly thinking about their two children in Lancheng, worried they might encounter danger.
"A'wei..."
Qing Muyye clasped her hands tightly in his, looking at her with unwavering eyes. "What is destined to come will always come. If you worry too much, you'll only lose your composure. Sometimes, you can learn to meet change with no change."
"That's what you say..." Meng Jingwei drooped her cheeks dejectedly. "But we are weak and alone in the Hidden Clan, facing formidable enemies. One wrong step leads to an abyss."
The immense pressure made Meng Jingwei feel suffocated and utterly exhausted.
She repeatedly began to doubt herself, feeling too weak, unworthy to stand by Qing Muyye's side, unable to bear the heavy responsibility, and instead becoming a burden to him.
"Didn't Anthony arrange to meet at the Yatugeva Hotel tonight? We'll find out when we go."