Qinxin Residence was a house that Qing Muye gave to Shen Liannuo, and it had already been transferred to Shen Liannuo's name.
Meng Jingwei knew that Qing Muye was about to sell all his assets, and naturally, he would also sell Yujing Villa. She had to make preparations in advance.
Shen Liannuo nodded, "No problem."
"Also, you must, absolutely must ensure the safety of all of them!" Meng Jingwei entrusted her with a crucial responsibility.
She still had many things to handle, and her family's safety could only be temporarily entrusted to Shen Liannuo.
Seeing her heavy gaze, Shen Liannuo nodded firmly, "Okay, I'll go back and arrange it now."
After chatting for a few more sentences, Shen Liannuo drove Meng Jingwei's car back to Yujing Villa.
Not long after Shen Liannuo left, Meng Jingwei's phone rang.
Looking at the number on the screen, it was Qing Muye calling.
Her brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of heartache spread through her clear eyes. Her slender, fair fingers swiped to answer the call, holding the phone vertically to her ear.
The call connected, and they were silent.
It was incredibly quiet on both ends, so quiet that they could almost hear each other's breathing, as if the other person were right beside them.
"Awei."
Qing Muye called her name in a low voice, his voice sounding hoarse.
At that moment, Meng Jingwei's heart tightened with inexplicable heartache.
She looked around, found an empty corner, and sat on the long bench in the corridor of the ancient courtyard. "Tell me whatever you need to. Aye, we are a family, and we will advance and retreat together."
No matter what happened, Meng Jingwei hoped to stand by Qing Muye.
She was not the type of person to "flee at the first sign of trouble."
"I'm bankrupt," Qing Muye said with a touch of helplessness, a self-deprecating smile on his lips. "With hundreds of billions in debt, would you still be willing to be with me?"
The interest alone on that amount of bank loans would be unmanageable for them.
Although Meng Jingwei had been mentally prepared, hearing him mention "hundreds of billions" in debt still made her heart skip a beat.
In her lifetime, she didn't even know what a hundred million in cash looked like, let alone hundreds of billions.
"What's there to fear about being bankrupt? As long as we're alive, there's always a chance to make a comeback." She leaned against a red painted pillar, looking up at the clear blue sky where a few white clouds slowly changed shape with the breeze, drifting and reshaping.
Qing Muye gave a bitter smile. "Silly girl, that's hundreds of billions in debt. Do you know how much the interest is every year?" Qing Muye held a cigarette between his fingers, tapping ash into an ashtray. "You're still young, actually..."
He hesitated.
Before he could finish his thought, Meng Jingwei interrupted him, "Actually what? Actually, you could find someone else, right?"
She hit the nail on the head.
Qing Muye didn't know how to respond.
"Qing Muye, listen to me carefully. I, Meng Jingwei, am yours in life and in death, a person of the Qing family. If you want to abandon me, you'd better dismiss that idea."
After saying that, she hung up the phone.
Subsequently, Meng Jingwei called her bank manager and transferred all her assets to Xu He's account.
After finishing, Meng Jingwei stood in the corridor for a while, clenching her fists tightly, gazing into the distance with a solemn expression.
After a long time, she clasped her hands, picked up her phone, and opened Weibo.
Ignoring the notification of 999+ private messages, she directly edited the post: "Back then, you fully supported my small dream of entering the entertainment industry to film, even announcing a fake divorce to give me a chance to show myself. Now that you have fallen, I will certainly stay by your side through thick and thin."