Another half hour later, Meng Jingwei finally met Song Ci.
Getting out of the car, Meng Jingwei closed the door and asked Song Ci, "Where is A Ye? How is he doing now?"
Meng Jingwei was very worried about Qing Muye's condition.
Song Ci knew that Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei had broken up. Although he suspected there was something fishy about their breakup, it didn't mean Meng Jingwei knew.
Seeing Meng Jingwei's reaction, Song Ci was quite surprised.
"Miss Meng, the boss he..." He sighed, "I'm truly sorry. I didn't expect to implicate you in the end."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm asking you, how is A Ye now?"
The mismatched conversation made Meng Jingwei even more anxious.
"He should be fine. Based on my analysis, the other party seems to be targeting you. It's the first day you arrived in Country C, and the other party already knew you were here, which is very incredible."
Song Ci worried about a conspiracy and asked with some unease, "Miss Meng, going to save the boss might be very dangerous. Are you sure you want to go?"
"Do I look like someone who fears death?"
Meng Jingwei retorted with a cold expression.
Her composure and ruthlessness made Song Ci admire her.
But...
"You and the boss have already broken up. If you don't want to help, I won't force you," he added.
Meng Jingwei, worried about Qing Muye, appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was burning with impatience.
Hearing Song Ci's rambling, her patience was almost exhausted. "Are you done talking? If you're done, hurry up. Which car should we take?"
She looked back at the three cars parked by the roadside, unsure which one to take.
After asking, she received no reply for a long time.
Meng Jingwei turned back to see Song Ci still standing still, seemingly doubting her.
After all, they had broken up, and Meng Jingwei's enthusiastic offer of help was suspicious.
"Are you an idiot? A Ye and I..."
She just realized she had used too intimate a term for Qing Muye.
She immediately corrected herself, "Although Qing Muye and I have broken up, he has always saved my life, and Madam Qing also values Qing Muye very much. He is also my nominal older brother. I cannot stand by and do nothing."
Her explanation convinced Song Ci.
"This car, then."
Song Ci pointed to the silver-gray sedan in the front. He got into the driver's seat first, and Meng Jingwei went directly to the passenger seat.
The sedan started slowly and headed directly towards the destination.
In the car, Song Ci said repeatedly, "The boss was taken to their stronghold, but only you are allowed to go alone. I'm afraid it's a trap. Miss Meng, you should think carefully."
Song Ci would understand whether Meng Jingwei saved Qing Muye or not.
Meng Jingwei frowned slightly, leaning against the passenger seat, gazing forward, lost in thought.
After a long while, she asked, "Has Qing Muye offended anyone in Country C?"
"The boss is in business, and it's inevitable to make enemies."
"No, that's not right." Meng Jingwei analyzed, "If it were a business rival, they wouldn't dare to kidnap Qing Muye, nor would they know about the relationship between Qing Muye and me. It seems more like... a method used by someone familiar."
"Someone familiar?"
Song Ci thought about it and filtered through everyone he had met with Qing Muye who had the highest possibility, shaking his head, "No suspicious individuals."
"Song Ci, help me prepare something."
"What is it?"
...
Thirty minutes later, the silver-gray sedan arrived outside a remote castle.
The European-style castle was decorated with night lights, resembling a fantasy castle from Disneyland, exuding an air of nobility.
The sedan stopped outside the gate and was blocked.
The guards at the entrance asked them to get out of the car. "Your people asked us to come," Song Ci said.
"You, get lost." The person guarding the entrance was a black man wearing a beret and camouflage uniform, with an AK around his neck. He pointed at Song Ci and said impolitely.
Then he pointed at Meng Jingwei and beckoned her over, "You, come in."
"No, we can't let her go in alone. We're worried."
The black man, wearing an invisible earpiece, seemed to be listening to instructions from the other end and then ruthlessly ordered them, "Throw him out."
Song Ci's heart sank. "Miss Meng?"
Meng Jingwei walked inside without looking back. As she entered the castle's archway, a woman appeared and pointed to the security check entrance, signaling Meng Jingwei to go through there.
Meng Jingwei didn't refuse and walked straight in.
Then, under their guidance, they entered the magnificent castle.
The castle's corners and edges were lined with lights. The bright yellow lights outlined the castle's contours, making it appear even more dreamlike, like a royal palace, grand and majestic.
Following the person, they bypassed the main hall and went to a side hall.
After another body search in the side hall, a different person led Meng Jingwei into the main hall.
Already amazed by the castle's external decoration, Meng Jingwei was deeply impressed by the luxurious interior.
However, her mind was not on that.
She was more concerned about Qing Muye.
Seeing that the hall was empty, Meng Jingwei tilted her head and asked the person beside her, "Where is your master?"
Because she was worried the other person wouldn't understand Mandarin, Meng Jingwei spoke to him in English.
To her surprise, the other person replied in Mandarin, "Please sit."
After saying that, he left and closed the heavy, relief-carved door.
Meng Jingwei stood in the hall, frowning, not understanding what the other person meant.
Deciding to wait, she turned and sat on the sofa.
After another long wait, no one appeared.
Bored, she took out her phone, only to find that the signal here was blocked and there was no signal at all.
Meng Jingwei put away her phone, leaned back on the sofa, and pondered how to rescue Qing Muye later.
Ten minutes, then another ten minutes.
It was unclear how many ten-minute intervals had passed when the door finally opened.
Tap, tap, tap—
The sound of high heels tapping on the floor.
Meng Jingwei turned around and saw a hot beauty with messy braids walking in.
The woman was tall and slender, with dark skin. Her blue messy braids were tied into a high ponytail. She wore a military-green tank top, camouflage pants, and combat boots.
Her simple attire accentuated her curvaceous figure, and the muscles in her arms were faintly visible. She was clearly a trained fighter.
Although her skin was dark, and there was a faint scar on her face, it did not diminish her cold, femme fatale beauty.
Meng Jingwei searched her mind but couldn't recall any memory of this woman.
She stood up and asked politely, "Hello, my name is Meng Jingwei. Did you ask me to come?"
The woman stood with her hands in her camouflage pants pockets, feet spread slightly apart, sizing up Meng Jingwei with a powerful aura.
Even Meng Jingwei, who had seen much of the world, felt a sense of pressure emanating from her.
"Heh, you are Meng Jingwei? Tsk tsk, you do have some charm. No wonder you've made Shrek so infatuated."