Song Ci stubbornly insisted on his own ideas.
He overlooked the blow this matter dealt to Meng Jingwei. After speaking, he noticed a flicker of pain on Meng Jingwei's face and then stopped.
"I believe you."
Meng Jingwei leaned her head back on the bed, pointed to the companion chair beside her, and said, "Come here and sit."
The three words were a strong, decisive command, far from a gentle 'invitation.'
Song Ci walked over with his head lowered and sat in the chair.
Meng Jingwei picked up the laptop from the table, opened a video, and handed it to Song Ci. "Watch this."
The video was footage from a Songyu Group conference.
Song Ci watched intently from his seat, his anger growing with each passing moment. By the end, the hands holding the laptop had turned pale, his knuckles creaking audibly.
"With Ye's accident, Qing Si Huai has long coveted the Songyu Group. His actions are entirely within expectations."
She took the laptop back, placed it on the table, and looked at Song Ci calmly. "Ye's current status is certainly more than just the 'Songyu Group.' You are his trusted subordinate. I need you to tell me, what other industries does he own besides the Songyu Group? Where are they? Who controls them?"
Meng Jingwei's questions were completely unexpected for Song Ci. He had thought Meng Jingwei had called him over today to question Qing Mu Ye's 'death,' not these inquiries.
He frowned, his dark pupils clouded with surprise. "Why are you so calm when Boss is in trouble?"
Meng Jingwei glanced at him with cool eyes, then lowered her gaze, her index fingers interlocked and tapping each other. She tilted her head to look out the window and sighed faintly. "If he is alive, Tang Si and the others are doing their best to find him, and they will surely find him. If he is dead, all I can do is protect what can be protected, and the child in my womb."
"Facing news of life or death, wallowing in despair every day, weeping uncontrollably, and being heartbroken, will that solve the problem? If it could, I would even consider it a form of catharsis. Why pretend to be strong like this?"
"I am his wife now, the mother of his child. No matter what, I will do what I must do."
Though she spoke of strength, she was, after all, a woman.
The suddenness of everything felt like a violent storm, instantly collapsing her sturdy castle, shattering her happy home, and breaking the protective 'barrier' that had reassured her. She was cast adrift in a vast sea, tossed by the wind and rain, alone and helpless.
The only thing she could do was be strong, live strongly, and await the final dawn.
Song Ci looked at the woman before him in astonishment. His initial disdain, dislike, and rejection had gradually shifted, evolving into respect, and now, his gaze towards her was filled with admiration.
It was no wonder their boss doted on her so much. She was a woman brimming with shining qualities; no one could dislike her.
After all, she knew when to be coy, when to be proud, and when to be sufficiently strong.
"Young Madam, thank you for being willing to believe me."
Song Ci felt a sense of irony.
Those who had once called him brother now betrayed him, and everyone considered him a traitor.
Yet, the woman he had initially looked down upon, against everyone else, showed him absolute trust.
"You don't need to thank me. I just trust Ye's judgment," she replied softly.
"Then what about my brother?"
Song Ci asked reflexively.
A hint of sadness touched Meng Jingwei's bright eyes, and instead of answering, she asked, "Tell me about Ye's other industries."