Pei Ying noticed Meng Jingwei's worry. "President Meng, why don't you call President Lu? He should have a way."
With Qing Muyie not in the country and the plan falling through at such a critical juncture, it was indeed a headache.
As the atmosphere grew tense, Meng Jingwei's phone rang again.
Looking at the number on the screen, although it wasn't saved, Meng Jingwei knew who it was.
It was Tang Nian's call.
Having contacted Tang Nian a few times before, she was very familiar with this number.
After a moment's hesitation, Meng Jingwei answered the phone, holding it to her ear.
"Meng Jingwei, your old father is in my hands. If you're smart, hand over your Zhuo Rui Technology to me!" Tang Nian cut to the chase, omitting unnecessary pleasantries.
Facing the threat, Meng Jingwei remained quite calm. "President Tang, have you forgotten that Madam Tang is still in my hands?"
Just moments ago, the hostage was in Qing Sihua's hands, and now Tang Nian was calling her.
Meng Jingwei was certain that the phone call Qing Sihua had made earlier was from Tang Nian. They must have reached some kind of agreement, otherwise Qing Sihua wouldn't have easily handed over the 'hostage' nor given up the lucrative Zhuo Rui Technology.
Back then, when Qing Sihua had told them to leave, Meng Jingwei had wondered why, and now she had her answer.
"You still have an old lady and Qiao Ziqian at home. Aren't you afraid they'll die!"
Tang Nian learned that Old Madam Qing and Qiao Ziqian were also missing, and Meng Jingwei and her group were currently searching for them with all their might, but there was no news.
Although Tang Nian didn't know who was responsible, he felt he could use this as an excuse to scare Meng Jingwei.
"Afraid? Of course, I'm afraid."
Meng Jingwei feigned fear. "But Old Madam Qing and Qiao Ziqian are Qing Kangyu's mother and son. He isn't worried, so I have no reason to be. Oh, right."
As she spoke, she put on a look of sudden realization. "I forgot to tell you. Qing Kangyu told me himself that if Old Madam Qing and Qiao Ziqian are in your hands, you absolutely won't harm them. So, bring my 'father' to exchange for your wife."
Without any further ado, she hung up the phone.
Afterward, Meng Jingwei leaned back against the rear seat, closed her eyes, her brow furrowed.
Her phone rang again. She opened her eyes, glanced at it, and it was still Tang Nian's call.
She directly declined it.
More than ten minutes later, they arrived at a nearby hospital.
Wei Dongkui carried Pei Ying into the emergency room for resuscitation. Meng Jingwei followed, paid at the registration desk, and then gave Wei Dongkui a few instructions.
At this moment, her phone beeped.
A text message arrived.
"Wei Dongkui, you stay here to look after Pei Ying. I need to go see Brother Yan Ming."
"President Meng, then... what about the auction?"
With the plan in ruins, Wei Dongkui was truly uneasy.
She patted his shoulder. "Take good care of Pei Ying, don't worry about anything else."
Leaving the hospital, Meng Jingwei got into the car.
She then opened the text message on her phone.
It was a message from Shu Yao.
Upon opening it, a message was automatically split into three parts.
The long, dense text made Meng Jingwei's heart tremble.
Message content:
Vivian, by the time you read this message, I should be gone.
In fact, I regained my memory a few days ago, remembering all my past events, those foolish pasts, and the shameful memories that are unbearable to recall.
If President Meng hadn't saved me and given me a second chance at life, I might never be able to repay the deep hatred.
Fortunately, heaven has been kind, allowing me to recover all my memories and giving me a chance for revenge.
I'm very sorry for hurting Sister Pei Ying. Please apologize to her on my behalf.