Since he was mute, he couldn't speak.
His bound right hand's five fingers could still gesture wildly, and he kept shaking his head frantically.
His cowardly appearance made Li Yun'er feel comfortable, her smile growing more audacious. Seeing Qing Muy野 howling in fear, she almost laughed maniacally.
Meng Jingwei narrowed her eyes slightly, turning her head to glance at Song Ci beside her, their eyes meeting and conveying information.
The next moment, she suddenly raised her hand and struck directly at Li Yun'er. With a bang, her shot was swift, fierce, and accurate, hitting Li Yun'er directly in the chest.
"Ah!"
Li Yun'er screamed in pain.
Seeing this, the bodyguards tried to open fire on Meng Jingwei and Song Ci. However, due to Meng Jingwei and Song Ci's sudden backflip, they leaped behind the bodyguards. The bullets fired by the bodyguards happened to hit the bodyguards standing on the opposite side.
"Ah..."
"Damn it... they shot the wrong people."
"What are you doing?"
"Help!"
"A bunch of losers, kill Meng Jingwei and Song Ci!"
...
The scene was chaotic. Meng Jingwei fired a shot at the bodyguard in front of her, knocking him down. She then picked up the pistol that fell from him and fired a shot at Qing Muy野, who was sitting in a wheelchair.
One shot, swift, fierce, and accurate, struck him directly between the eyebrows, killing him instantly.
"Young Madam, hurry and go, I'll cover you!"
Song Ci stood behind Meng Jingwei, blocking those people and drawing their fire.
"Don't worry, I won't die. Scatter and run."
She shouted, and then she and Song Ci fled in opposite directions. As they ran, they continued to shoot. After about twenty minutes, Meng Jingwei had easily shaken off the pursuers.
However, in the pitch-black night, she had no idea where Song Ci had gone.
Not far away, gunshots could still be faintly heard, but Meng Jingwei was too lazy to keep running. She sat down on the ground beside her, quietly waiting for Song Ci to deal with those people.
Suddenly, she heard a faint sound behind her ear. Meng Jingwei, who was sitting on the ground, frowned, a hint of vigilance flashing in her eyes.
She immediately leaned back, gripping her gun with both hands, pointing it at the person behind her, "Don't move!"
Vaguely, she felt the man truly motionless, and he made no sound.
Meng Jingwei was stunned for a few seconds, blinked her eyes, and then a relieved smile tugged at her lips. "If you didn't show up soon, I was going to find a stepfather for my son."
"Heh, is that so."
A voice she hadn't heard in a long time, for over eight months.
Hearing it again, a trace of pain mixed with relief, a subtle ache spreading through her body, making her nostrils sting and her eyes mist over.
He reached out, took her hand, and pulled her up, then hugged her tightly. "Silly girl, you've suffered."
Meng Jingwei tightly hugged his waist, burying her face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent, unable to speak for a long time.
Qing Muy野 placed his hand on her head, stroking her soft hair, over and over, filled with tenderness. With one arm around her waist, he wished he could meld her into his bones.
"I secretly saw our child. He's quite ugly, not like you, nor like me." The man couldn't help but chuckle, "How could my son, Qing Muy野's son, be so ugly... mmph..."
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Jingwei pushed him away and punched his chest repeatedly. "You scoundrel, can't you discuss anything with me? Do you know how worried I was about you? I was almost scared to death, do you know?"
The little woman was both angry and furious, punching him hard with each blow, making muffled thuds.
Qing Muy野 remained motionless, silently enduring her punches.
"Is that so? I didn't see you worrying about me, but your wife's exquisite acting has truly impressed me." Qing Muy野 raised his hand and pinched her nose.