Because she was leaning over to support Meng Jingwei's arm, Meng Jingwei took the opportunity to straighten up and said in Song Ci's ear, "Someone is monitoring us. Go check the morgue surveillance and see if anyone has touched the body. You know what to do."
Song Ci's brow furrowed, and he understood. "Understood."
He didn't look back; any glance back would give them away.
He had no choice but to continue the act with Meng Jingwei. "The deceased are paramount. Let's return to the country quickly; everyone is waiting for the boss there."
The group went to the morgue. Meng Jingwei hugged the body and wept bitterly, as if her heart had been torn apart.
She portrayed the idiom "heartbreak" to perfection.
Song Ci stood by to comfort her, and at the same time, he used his phone to send a message to someone, instructing them to check the surveillance.
Half an hour later, Song Ci received a message: [Someone has indeed tampered with the boss's body.]
Song Ci looked at his phone and gently tapped Meng Jingwei's shoulder, showing her the screen.
Meng Jingwei, who was still crying, glanced at the phone screen. Old Man Shen, unable to bear seeing her so sad, was smoking outside the morgue.
She took something out of her pocket and handed it to Song Ci. "Here, take this."
A little over an hour later, everyone boarded the plane and set off for their return trip.
Several hours later, Anthony received the DNA test report from his subordinate. "Comparing the item sent by Mr. Qing with the hair sample from Qing Muye, it has been confirmed it is him."
Anthony stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking. As he listened to his subordinate's report, his brow furrowed. He took the report and glanced at it, shaking his head. "He died so easily? I still find it incredible."
"I find it quite reasonable. After all, he was already a good-for-nothing. Even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't. He was just fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others," the familiar subordinate analyzed logically.
Anthony's left eyebrow subtly arched at his words. "That makes sense. This Li Yun'er has helped eliminate a major threat."
"Fortunately, Miss Li only killed Qing Muye and didn't harm Meng Jingwei. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain to Fleck, and you, boss, would likely not be able to stay out of it yourself."
"Yes, it's as if heaven has eyes! Hahaha…"
Anthony threw his head back and laughed, his mood instantly brightening. He turned and sat on the sofa, picked up his wine glass, and downed the red wine in one go, feeling thoroughly exhilarated.
Afterward, he dismissed his subordinates, took out his phone, and made a call to Qing Sihui. "The person is dead. In a few hours, the body will arrive in Lancheng. Without Qing Muye, Lancheng will surely be smooth sailing for you. Don't disappoint me."
"Are you sure he's really dead?"
Facing the sudden death of a formidable opponent, Qing Sihui was both shocked and delighted, and disbelieving.
"The items you sent me, I had someone compare them with his hair sample. There's no mistake," Anthony gave Qing Sihui a definitive answer.
There was a moment of silence from the other end, followed by hearty laughter. "Good riddance. Li Yun'er's contribution is significant. I'll have to invite her to a meal to express my gratitude."
Qing Sihui had wished for Qing Muye's death for so long. Now that he was finally dead, his next plan, besides seizing all of Qing Muye's assets, was to personally eliminate Meng Jingwei. Only when she was dead could the suffering he had endured be avenged.
As a major threat, Qing Muye's "death" also eased the worries of the two men.
However, they did not know that Qing Muye had long anticipated their plan. That's why, when he met with Meng Jingwei, he had specifically given her his hair and instructed them to secretly alter the DNA test results.