Meng Jingwei froze, phone in hand, her pale lips parting, but her constricted throat could utter not a single word, as if she had lost her voice.
"Ah... What did you say? What happened to Ah Ye?"
Finally, Meng Jingwei let out a roar, her voice hoarse like a duck's.
The man on the other end paused. "Who are you?"
"Answer me? I'm asking you, what happened to Ah Ye? Answer me?!"
Meng Jingwei's emotions collapsed in that instant. She abruptly stood up, tears falling like pearls from a broken string.
Her expression was not one of trembling pain, but her pale face was as mechanical as a puppet's. Only her wide-open eyes continuously shed tears, like a gently flowing spring.
"Jingwei?"
Han Junyan's heart skipped a beat. "You... why are you with Xiao Cheng?"
"Han Junyan, answer my question!"
Meng Jingwei finally found her voice, asking calmly.
"..." Han Junyan never expected that the person answering the phone would be Meng Jingwei. He didn't know what had happened on Xiao Cheng's end.
After a long hesitation, he said, "Anthony bribed Song Jun and seriously injured Qing Muye. He..."
Suddenly, the call went dead.
"Hello? Hello? Speak!"
Meng Jingwei shouted a few times, hearing no response. She looked at her phone and saw there was no signal left.
Her body went weak, and she sank onto the edge of the bed. The phone slipped from her hand, hitting the floor, bouncing a few times before lying still.
At this moment, Meng Jingwei's mind went blank. Her right eyelid, which had been twitching uncontrollably, stopped. Even the anxious heart she had felt all afternoon instantly calmed.
As if she knew the outcome, everything was as she had predicted, and a gradual calm settled in.
She sat blankly by the bed, her tear-filled eyes gradually drying.
She raised her hand, wiping away the tear streaks on her cheeks. In a short time, Meng Jingwei adjusted her emotions and calmed herself down.
She got up and walked out of the room. As she passed the railing, she deliberately glanced at the people in the lobby downstairs.
Upon seeing her, those few individuals first looked up at her in unison, then quickly turned their heads back, lowering them without speaking.
Meng Jingwei calmly walked back to her room, changed into casual clothes, took her phone with her, and finally opened the back window. She slowly climbed down from the balcony and disappeared into the twilight.
After leaving the villa and descending the mountain, Meng Jingwei saw cars parked by the roadside. She casually drove one away, and no one noticed her.
She sped along, and Meng Jingwei gradually realized her phone seemed broken, as there were no calls at all.
She stopped the car by the roadside and fumbled with her phone. Only then did she discover that the phone's wallpaper had been changed, and there was a signal indicator.
But in reality, the phone had been switched to airplane mode.
Meng Jingwei immediately connected to the internet, and then her phone began to vibrate frantically. Text messages and WeChat messages flooded in as if the phone were about to be blown up.
Meng Jingwei was somewhat annoyed by the constant influx of messages, which directly affected her speed in opening 'Call Records'.
She swiped through the message notifications and finally tapped on Qing Muye's contact and dialed. Even as the call went through, the phone continued to vibrate.
"Doodoodoodoo..."
The call went through, but no one answered.
She dialed again, "Doodoodoodoo..."
Still no answer.
After five or six calls, none were answered.
Meng Jingwei then started calling Lu Yanming, but he didn't pick up either.
She called Han Yu, Tang Si, Old Man Chen, Song Jun, and others. It seemed as if they had conspired, as not a single one of them was willing to answer her calls.