“Boss, besides Songyu Group, he also owns Huarun Technology, Zhuorui Design, and Kangda Food…”
After much hesitation, Song Ci truthfully informed Meng Jingwei about the other companies under Qing Muye’s name.
Chujian Wedding Services was a wedding company they co-owned, and Yipinju was a top domestic chain. These were known to Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei took down some important company information in her notebook and said, “Please make copies of the detailed information for these companies for me as soon as possible, and also, help me find an assistant.”
Some matters could not be resolved by her alone; she needed to find an assistant.
“Yes.”
Song Ci stood up and turned towards the hospital room door.
Just as he reached the doorway, he stopped, hesitated, turned back, and returned to Meng Jingwei’s side. “Young Madam…”
He stood tall and straight, then suddenly bowed deeply. “Thank you.”
In his time of betrayal and abandonment, Meng Jingwei’s choice to believe him deeply moved Song Ci.
“Go attend to your duties,” Meng Jingwei waved him off. “Just do your job.”
Song Ci nodded and left. The room fell silent again, the overly quiet atmosphere filled with sorrow, enveloping Meng Jingwei, making even breathing painful.
Qing Muye was missing…
Their wedding day was also their day of parting.
How cruel fate was.
Afternoon.
Knock, knock, knock—
Someone knocked on the hospital room door.
“Come in.”
She said, and the door opened, revealing Tang Si entering, followed by Lu Yanming and Han Yu.
The three carried a pile of nutritional supplements, their faces filled with dejection.
Upon entering, their first reaction was to observe Meng Jingwei, noticing her leaning against the headboard with a calm and collected demeanor. Their eyes, unable to conceal their surprise, eventually settled into peacefulness.
“Little Chili, how are you? Feeling better?”
“Sorry, I haven’t had time to visit you these past few days.”
“What did the doctor say?”
The three of them put down their items and asked questions.
Meng Jingwei closed the laptop on her lap and looked up at them. “I thought you would never come to see me if you couldn’t find A Ye.”
Her words made the three of them exchange glances, and they all averted their sad gazes.
“Brother Yanming, I want to know what exactly happened at the Atlantis Hotel that day after I left?”
Among the three, Meng Jingwei was most familiar with Tang Si, but Tang Si was not steady enough.
Next was Lu Yanming.
Therefore, if she had questions, she preferred to ask Lu Yanming.
Lu Yanming, dressed in a white suit, stood tall, wearing black-rimmed glasses. The area around his eyes was slightly bruised, showing his fatigue. Tang Si and Han Yu looked much the same.
“That day…”
Lu Yanming placed one hand in his trouser pocket, touched his nose with the other, hesitated, and nudged Han Yu with his elbow. “Old Han, you tell her.”
“Forget it, forget it, I’ll tell her.”
Tang Si walked over, sat directly in the companion chair by the hospital bed, and looked at Meng Jingwei. “That day at the Atlantis Hotel, after you left, Anthony’s men arrived. The fight lasted for a long time until Song Jun appeared. I was injured then, and Big Brother supported me. Second Brother fought side-by-side with Song Jun. Just as they were about to deal with their men, that scoundrel Song Jun actually shot Big Brother a few times…”
“Where did he hit?”
Suddenly, Meng Jingwei interrupted Tang Si, her red-rimmed eyes fixed on him.
“He hit… he hit… the chest.”