Either you or Sister Pei Ying will get hurt, otherwise Qing Sihui won't believe me!
I'm sorry, I took the most despicable path to avenge myself, and I harmed innocent people. I am truly sorry.
The past...
Alas, I don't want to talk about the past anymore.
At least by the time you read this message, I will have personally killed Qing Sihui.
I've wronged you, wronged Mr. Qing, wronged my parents, but the one I've failed the most is my child, Shu Mo.
Do you know?
I am perhaps unfit to be a mother, unfit to be Mo Mo's mother.
His eyes and brows truly resemble Qing Sihui too much, too much, so much so that after recovering my memory, I couldn't face my child.
Please forgive my selfishness.
I am dead, and Qing Sihui has descended to hell with me. My child is now an orphan.
If...
If, and I stress "if," it's possible, I hope you, Weiwei, can help me raise Mo Mo. I left a bank card in your bedroom at Xishanju. It contains five million.
That money is enough to raise the child to adulthood.
Also, if you ever have the chance to see my parents, please convey my apologies to them.
It is I who have wronged them.
Lastly, Weiwei, I wish you and Mr. Qing a lifetime of happiness, your love eternal.
And thank you, your presence has brought me a sliver of warmth, so I don't feel like I've come to this world in vain.
I am leaving.
I will not see you one last time in this life, and we will never meet again in the next.
This world is too bitter, completely dark. In these weary days, it's all black and white. I don't want to return to this world.
...
After reading the message from Shu Yao, her heart constricted, a suffocating pain spreading through her.
Earlier at the old Qing family mansion, Meng Jingwei had sensed something was amiss with Shu Yao.
She had initially thought Shu Yao had her own plan, but who knew that this farewell would be a permanent one.
Meng Jingwei felt uneasy and was about to contact Uncle Zhong at the old mansion with her phone, but before she could even make the call, her phone rang.
It was Uncle Zhong's call.
Looking at the phone number flashing on the screen, Meng Jingwei's fingers trembled as she answered, "Uncle Zhong?"
"Young... Young madam, Seventh Master he... he..."
On the phone, Uncle Zhong's voice was weak, sounding as if he had been severely injured.
Meng Jingwei sensed something was wrong and immediately asked, "What happened over there?"
"Dead, all dead, cough... cough..." Uncle Zhong gasped weakly. "Shu Yao brought explosives from somewhere and... after forcing Seventh Master to sign the equity transfer agreement and sending it out, she detonated the explosives. Seventh Master's men... are all... all dead."
Buzz—!!
Hearing Uncle Zhong's words, Meng Jingwei's mind buzzed. It felt like tinnitus. Her gaze became hollow as she stared straight ahead, her mind a complete blank, unable to snap back for a long time.
Dead.
Shu Yao had truly taken Qing Sihui down with her.
How could she be so foolish!
Meng Jingwei hung up the phone, leaning helplessly against the driver's seat. It took her a while to calm her emotions.
Immediately after, she received a call from the legal department of Zhuo Rui Technology. "Ms. Meng, I have obtained the equity transfer agreement for Song Yu Group, and with people from the notary office, we completed the notarization directly at the old Qing family mansion. Where are you? I'll deliver the contract to you now."
Sent the notary office directly to the old Qing family mansion?
Meng Jingwei didn't know how Shu Yao managed it.
She had only been down the mountain for thirty to forty minutes, which wasn't enough time.
This meant Shu Yao had made arrangements long ago.
"Bring it back to Zhuo Rui Technology," Meng Jingwei said, ending the call.
Then, she called her subordinates, telling them to immediately take their men back to the old Qing family mansion and ensure Shu Yao was found.
After giving the necessary instructions, she called Lu Yanming. "Brother Yanming, Ah Ye's plan has failed. We can proceed with Plan B."