Then, she hung up the phone.
"Drip, drip, drip..."
Listening to the ringing sound from the phone, Meng Jingwei's hand holding the phone instantly went limp, and the phone slipped from her palm, falling onto the bed. She covered her face with both hands, her sobs inaudible, but tears dripped from her chin. Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
A few more days passed, and Qing Muye was still nowhere to be found. Meng Jingwei, consumed by grief, channeled her sorrow into motivation, adjusting her emotions.
Wei Dongkui knocked on the hospital room door and entered. He saw Meng Jingwei, dressed in a hospital gown, standing by the window, gazing into the distance, unnervingly quiet.
"Young Madam, just now we received news that Qing Sihua convened a shareholder meeting at Songyu Group. He announced that Qing Muye is missing and that he will temporarily take over the company's affairs."
He informed Meng Jingwei about the company matters.
Meng Jingwei responded calmly and composedly, "I understand."
Wei Dongkui: "..."
He froze, somewhat bewildered by Meng Jingwei's reaction.
Sensing Wei Dongkui hadn't left, Meng Jingwei turned, her gaze softly falling on him. "Those old foxes at Songyu Group, even if they know Qing Muye is missing, would never dare to clamor. After all, making it public would harm the company's interests, and thus their own."
"Qing Sihua is injured, but he rushed to Songyu Group before his wounds healed. He must have brought a major project with him, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to convince those old foxes so easily."
Regardless, Qing Sihua had Anthony backing him. With the latter's capabilities, replacing Qing Muye's position would be a piece of cake.
Listening to Meng Jingwei's analysis, Wei Dongkui was somewhat astonished, not expecting her to be so prescient.
However...
"Are we just going to let Qing Sihua occupy the boss's position and do nothing?" Wei Dongkui worried that one day, when their boss returned, Songyu Group would no longer have a place for him.
"What about Song Ci?"
Meng Jingwei asked instead of answering.
"Hmph!"
Mentioning Song Ci, Wei Dongkui was furious. "His brother betrayed us, killed..." The words caught in his throat. Wei Dongkui worried about upsetting Meng Jingwei and immediately changed his tune, "That guy is still locked up."
"Bring him here to see me,"
Meng Jingwei instructed.
"This... isn't it a bit inappropriate? He's still under major suspicion. If he harms you again, I won't be able to explain myself to the boss."
"If Song Ci wanted to kill me, he would have done it at the West Mountain Villa. There's no need for him to wait until now. He's loyal to Ah Ye, I trust him. Bring him to see me."
She repeated.
As she finished speaking, she walked towards the bedside. However, after a while, she noticed Wei Dongkui had not reacted.
Meng Jingwei's delicate eyebrows furrowed. Her cool gaze swept over him, exuding an unspoken, oppressive pressure. Wei Dongkui immediately nodded, "Yes, I'll bring him over right away."
A few hours later, Song Ci appeared in the hospital room.
He wore a clean suit jacket, his hair meticulously styled and gleaming. However, his face was etched with an unconcealable melancholy and颓废ness.
Wei Dongkui entered with him, and seemingly uneasy, stood by the door.
"You can go out. I want to have a word with him,"
Meng Jingwei said.
Wei Dongkui hesitated for a moment, then finally turned and walked out.
"Come and sit. I have something to tell you."
She pointed to the companion chair by the bed and instructed Song Ci.
In the past, Song Ci was spirited and proud. Perhaps it was from spending so much time with Qing Muye that he exuded an air of arrogance. Now, after suffering a tremendous blow, he had lost a lot of weight and appeared dispirited and dejected.
Song Ci looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Meng Jingwei, "Everyone says my brother killed Qing Muye, but I don't believe it. My brother would never do something like that."