Meng Jingwei felt she needed to give Yun Shasha an explanation. Brushing aside their hands, she walked towards Yun Shasha.
"Song Ci, let her go."
She walked over, waved at Song Ci, and went up to the noisy Yun Shasha. She then smelled alcohol wafting from her.
Perhaps unable to accept the news of Qing Muye's death, Yun Shasha could only drink to numb herself.
Song Ci hesitantly released her, not forgetting to say to Meng Jingwei, "Young Madam, stay away from her. She's a lunatic."
In Song Ci's heart, Meng Jingwei's current status was no different from Qing Muye's. With their boss not around, he naturally had to be responsible for protecting the Young Madam's safety.
He grabbed Yun Shasha's arm, but Yun Shasha flung him away. "Song Ci, get lost!"
She shouted angrily, glaring at Song Ci, and pointed at him, cursing, "Are you even human? Mumu treated you so well before. Now that he's dead, it's all Meng Jingwei, this bitch's fault. How can you still protect her? Are you blind?"
All along, Yun Shasha had been unable to accept Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye being together. Now that Qing Muye was dead, and she saw Song Ci being so loyal to Meng Jingwei, she felt Qing Muye had died in vain and was angry on his behalf.
"This is my choice, and it has nothing to do with you."
Song Ci retorted.
"Yes, it really has nothing to do with me. It all has to do with..." Yun Shasha paused, then shifted her outstretched hand to point at Meng Jingwei, "It all has to do with her! She's the one who caused Mumu's death!"
Being pointed at and cursed, Meng Jingwei furrowed her brows slightly, turned her head to the side, looking rather helpless.
Qing Muye's death was fake, but Yun Shasha's grief was real. Facing her insults, Meng Jingwei had nothing to retort and couldn't bear to drive her out of the mourning hall.
But who knew, just as she was lowering her head in thought, Yun Shasha suddenly raised her hand and slapped Meng Jingwei across the face.
*Slap—*
The sound was crisp and clear in the mourning hall. Everyone's gaze immediately shifted over.
Although it was already evening and there weren't many people in the mourning hall, Qing Muye's brothers and his loyal subordinates were all present.
Hearing the sound, everyone turned their heads towards them in unison.
"Yun Shasha, what are you doing!"
Song Ci reacted extremely quickly, pushing Yun Shasha aside. She, wearing high heels, stumbled and fell heavily onto the ground, feeling dizzy.
Meng Jingwei raised her hand to cover her burning face, her expression turning serious. She looked down at Yun Shasha lying on the ground, her anger surging. "Throw her out!"
She had initially wanted to be polite to Yun Shasha, but Yun Shasha had actually laid hands on her, which was truly detestable.
Yun Shasha liked Qing Muye, and she was sad because of his fake death. Meng Jingwei saw that, so she could tolerate Yun Shasha causing trouble. However, Yun Shasha repeatedly challenging her bottom line was truly infuriating.
Seeing Meng Jingwei being hit, Shi Ran immediately ran over. She tilted her head to look at Meng Jingwei's cheek. "Sister Wei, are you alright?"
She brushed aside Meng Jingwei's hand and saw five clear red finger marks on her delicate, fair cheek. Shi Ran was instantly enraged.
Turning around, she glared sharply at Yun Shasha and walked towards her. She bent down, grabbed Yun Shasha by her collar, and slapped her twice. "I'll beat you to death, you drunken fool! Are you drunk and acting out? President Qing is dead, and Sister Wei is even more upset than you. How dare you hit her!"
Everyone knew Shi Ran to be a gentle and likable person, cute and endearing. No one had ever seen her so furious.
Her delicate little face showed intense anger, and even her eyes turned sharp.