She spoke in English.
Meng Jingwei frowned slightly, "Shrek?"
"You understood? I thought you wouldn't."
When the woman entered, Meng Jingwei had stood up and greeted her in Mandarin, so the woman assumed Meng Jingwei didn't understand English.
"Come with me."
The woman coldly dropped a sentence and turned to leave.
Meng Jingwei followed without hesitation.
They walked out of the side hall and proceeded towards the back.
Meng Jingwei quietly followed the woman ahead, occasionally hearing passing guards greet her, "Young Lady."
Young Lady?
Meng Jingwei wondered if she was the daughter of an important figure in the Black Hand Organization.
If a Young Lady was this formidable, how would she manage to get Qing Muye out later?
Meng Jingwei, who had been full of confidence moments ago, suddenly lost it.
They circled from the front to the back, taking a full five minutes.
The woman walked very fast, but Meng Jingwei could keep up.
They circled to an attic and entered, and the stairs extended downwards.
Meng Jingwei paused, a little hesitant.
The woman ahead, not hearing footsteps behind her, turned around and found Meng Jingwei standing still.
She let out a soft scoff, "Didn't you want to see Qing Muye? If you're not coming, how will you see him?"
Meng Jingwei was indeed unsure if it was a trap waiting for her below.
But now Qing Muye was in this woman's hands, and even Song Ci was helpless. Moreover, the other party had specifically asked for her, most likely because they were after her.
Even if she didn't follow, she had no other choice today.
After much internal struggle, she finally followed.
The spiral staircase extended downwards, but the basement was lit, so it wasn't dark; instead, it was as bright as day.
They went from the first floor down to the second basement level.
The first floor was a wine cellar, and as soon as people entered, a rich aroma of wine filled the air.
However, the second basement level was heavily guarded, with cages visible at a glance.
A sense of unease arose in Meng Jingwei.
Could Qing Muye be under house arrest in a cage?
As she was thinking this.
The next moment, she heard the woman in front of her call out loudly, "Shrek?"
Meng Jingwei tilted her head and glanced forward, finding the man standing ahead had a somewhat familiar back.
As she approached, the man turned around.
When Meng Jingwei saw the person, her heart skipped a beat, and she was greatly startled.
"Xiao... Xiao Cheng?"
Meng Jingwei stopped in her tracks, looking at Xiao Cheng, her shock evident.
Xiao Cheng was also wearing a military green tank top, camouflage pants, and combat boots.
However, he had changed his initial short hair to grow it out, tying a short ponytail at the back of his head. His skin tone had darkened by a few shades, and there was a clear and conspicuous scar on his face.
Meng Jingwei remembered that scar; she was the one who had left it on him.
After half a year of not seeing him, Xiao Cheng's muscles were extremely prominent, and he had also gained considerable weight.
No, to be precise, he had become much more robust.
The former Xiao Cheng, though not as fair-skinned as a delicate young man, was still quite fair. But the Xiao Cheng standing before her now had dark skin, and not a trace of a smile could be seen on his face. The entire person exuded a sense of depth and coldness, with an imposing aura.
He was a different person from his past self.
The woman with the messy braids walked up to Xiao Cheng, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek, "Darling, is this the woman you've been yearning for? She's really beautiful. It seems all Chinese men like these fragile-looking women."
Xiao Cheng glanced coldly at the woman with the messy braids, his eyes sharp, with hidden daggers.
Sensing Xiao Cheng's slight displeasure, the woman with the messy braids shrugged, "Just kidding."
She released her arms from around Xiao Cheng and stood obediently to the side.
Xiao Cheng then stepped forward and walked up to Meng Jingwei, tucking his hands into the pockets of his loose camouflage pants, "Long time no see."
Meng Jingwei hadn't noticed anything when Xiao Cheng was silent earlier.
Now she realized that Xiao Cheng's voice had changed, and his speech was as hoarse as a crow's.
With his cold exterior and chilling gaze, Meng Jingwei's first impression was that the Xiao Cheng before her was like an untamed wolf, constantly exuding aggression.
Honestly, Meng Jingwei was somewhat afraid of Xiao Cheng.
Even before, Xiao Cheng's fighting skills were better than hers, and now his muscular physique spoke for itself.
It was enough to make her clearly understand that in the past six months, Xiao Cheng had undergone a significant transformation and possessed extraordinary skills.
"You, why are you here?"
Back then, Xiao Cheng had taken her to the hospital, and Meng Jingwei didn't know what happened afterward.
But she had once asked Qing Muye how Xiao Cheng was dealt with.
Qing Muye had only said that he was sent abroad and would never return.
After that, Meng Jingwei hadn't asked any further questions.
She never expected to meet him again after half a year, and in Country C at that.
The corner of Xiao Cheng's lips curved slightly, "Otherwise? Still in Africa, being humiliated?"
"Af, Africa?"
Meng Jingwei couldn't follow Xiao Cheng's train of thought.
What Africa?
What humiliation?
"What, haven't seen you for over half a year, and you've also learned to put on airs?" Xiao Cheng raised his hand to brush his black hair back, his demeanor exuding a wild handsomeness.
It was a kind of wildness that was unmanageable, an untamed spirit from his core that made one inexplicably drawn to him.
The scar on his face not only didn't detract from his appearance but instead added a touch of wildness and maturity.
Meng Jingwei shook her head, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You... forget it."
She realized that there was an insurmountable gap between her and Xiao Cheng, and further talk was useless. So, she directly asked, "Where is Qing Muye?"
She finally understood why, when Qing Muye was kidnapped, they insisted on seeing her.
So, the person who kidnapped Qing Muye was Xiao Cheng.
"It's truly a deep marital affection. Your mind is only on Qing Muye?"
Xiao Cheng's face became even more cold, his pair of dark eyes filled with chilling hostility. Just a glance made one feel as if they were in an arctic glacier, bone-chillingly cold, trembling uncontrollably.
Meng Jingwei pursed her lips and sighed, "Xiao Cheng, the past is in the past. I think since you have your own new life, you should live your life well. That would be good for everyone."
"Good?"
Xiao Cheng acted as if he had heard a joke, throwing his head back and laughing, "Hahaha, good? Really good."
As he was laughing, his laughter abruptly stopped.
His emotions retracted so quickly that Meng Jingwei was dumbfounded.
Xiao Cheng took a step forward, grabbed Meng Jingwei by the collar, and pulled her close, "Xiao Meiyan was brutally killed by Qing Muye. You tell me, how am I supposed to live my life well? Huh?! You tell me!"
"Xiao Meiyan died... died?"
The news struck Meng Jingwei's brain like lightning; she found it hard to believe.
She was completely unaware of these matters.