In just over two months, the calm, collected, and wise Meng Jingwei had slowly won over Pei Ying.
"Thank you."
Meng Jingwei's long hair was simply pinned up with a hairpin, with a few strands naturally falling by her temples, making her fair cheeks appear even more delicate and charming.
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, she accepted the milk, drinking it while looking at the documents in her hand. "I've reviewed the files, and there are no issues. Please take care of company matters for now. I'll be going to Country C tomorrow."
"Do Assistant Song and the others know you're going abroad?"
Pei Ying glanced at Meng Jingwei's slightly rounded abdomen. Even in a loose, mid-length knitted sweater, her obvious pregnancy bump couldn't be hidden.
She felt a bit uneasy.
"I'll inform Song Ci later. I'll be going to Country C with Qi He. If you can't reach me, you can contact Qi He."
"How long will Madam be gone?"
"Don't worry, a week at most."
After speaking, Meng Jingwei instructed Pei Ying again, "Prepare the car. I need to go to the old mansion."
"Yes, Madam."
Pei Ying turned and left.
Since Qing Muyue's disappearance, Meng Jingwei had gradually emerged from her grief and was trying to take over Qing Muyue's company.
Normally, Tang Si and Lu Yanming would impart business knowledge to her. Meng Jingwei also hired professional tutors for enhanced guidance, and with Daisy Tini's help, she was gradually becoming adept at managing the business.
Every day, she used work to numb herself, trying her best to forget about Qing Muyue while carefully protecting the child in her womb.
However, Qing Muyue had been missing for three months. Old Mrs. Qing had already learned the news and had since become melancholic, her Alzheimer's condition worsening.
Fortunately, Qing Muyue rarely appeared in other companies, so his disappearance had little impact on them.
Yet, the tree longed for stillness, but the wind would not cease.
After Qing Sihuan took over Songyu Group, he secured several major projects that brought the company high profits, winning over the troops and solidifying his position in Songyu Group.
Now, he had discovered that Qing Muyue still owned other hidden assets, and he extended his wicked claws, intending to devour them.
Ring, ring, ring—
Suddenly, a phone on the table rang.
The ringing interrupted her thoughts. She turned and walked to the table, put down the half-cup of milk in her hand, picked up the phone, and answered, "Grandma?"
She called out in a gentle and sweet voice, her words pleasing to the ear.
"Madam, please come back quickly. Old Madam's dementia has flared up again, and she's looking for the young master all over the yard."
Aunt Chen, Old Mrs. Qing's personal maid, said with great anxiety.
Meng Jingwei's small face darkened, and she immediately nodded, "Okay, I'll be right back."
After hanging up, she returned to her room to get a loose black down jacket, put it on, and hurried downstairs.
Getting into the car, Meng Jingwei sat in the back seat and said to Pei Ying, "Let's go to the old mansion."
As the sedan started, Pei Ying asked while driving, "Should we buy something for Old Madam?"
"She... she's not well. Hurry and drive."
Meng Jingwei leaned against the car seat, raised her hand to rub her temples, and turned her head to look out the window.
The sky was hazy. Looking up, the snowflakes falling from the firmament were a grayish-blue. The cold wind howled ferociously, whipping the snowflakes into a chaotic dance, fluttering and falling, blanketing the ground in white.
Meng Jingwei's heart felt a chill, much like the snowflakes.
Her mind was filled with the past moments she shared with Qing Muyue.
She didn't want to think about it, nor did she want to be lost in memories, but the past memories were like blood integrated into her body, involuntarily surfacing in her mind, lingering and refusing to disappear.
Before long, the sedan arrived at the Qing family's old mansion.