Meng Jingwei understood that this was likely the Tang family's doing. Otherwise, how could so many people slandering Qing Muye for murder and tyranny be unable to produce evidence, only to eventually frame him for something he had nothing to do with?
"Can the villagers of Liwan Village still be contacted?" Meng Jingwei seized on the key point and inquired.
Song Ci shook his head. "The villagers who reported the case are no longer in Liwan Village. I sent people to search, but as of now, there has been no news."
The villagers must have been taken away by Tang Nian's men. As the informant, they were extremely valuable to Tang Nian.
Listening to Song Ci's words, a frost settled on Meng Jingwei's fair skin. "Song Ci, you take a lawyer and go to Liwan Village immediately, and then..." She whispered instructions to Song Ci.
After listening, Song Ci nodded. "Young Madam, you think the same way I do." Their thoughts coincided. "I'll go to Liwan Village now."
Meng Jingwei added worriedly, "You must be fast."
"Young Madam, rest assured, I guarantee the mission will be completed," Song Ci replied powerfully. With a wave of his hand, he quickly left the police station with the lawyer.
Meng Jingwei turned her head and watched Song Ci and the other person leave. Her slender, curved eyebrows furrowed, her expression becoming more solemn, a mix of emotions swirling within her.
Tang Nian had resolved this time to send Qing Muye to his death and would not give him any chance to breathe.
And she still had too much to do.
Meng Jingwei collected her thoughts and went to the police station's reception desk. After explaining the situation, she was led by a police officer to the detention room.
However, when she arrived at the detention room, she found Han Yu, Lu Yanming, and Tang Si were all there.
The three of them had arranged to visit Qing Muye together.
Meng Jingwei walked in, looked at the three of them, and then at Qing Muye sitting in the chair. A trace of heartache appeared in her clear, beautiful eyes.
"Little Chili is here."
"Jingwei, you're here."
"Second Brother is waiting for you."
The three greeted her.
Meng Jingwei nodded slightly in response, then turned her gaze to Qing Muye and walked slowly towards him, stopping in front of him. "Are you okay?"
The man met her gaze, a smile appearing on his handsome face.
Meng Jingwei chided playfully, "Still smiling? It seems like staying in the detention room is quite comfortable."
Before coming, Meng Jingwei had been worried about whether he would be able to adapt to being inside. Seeing him now, calm and composed, she felt her earlier worries were unnecessary.
Qing Muye stood up, took a step forward, spread his arms, and pulled her into a tight embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder. "It's not comfortable. I miss you when I can't see you."
His affectionate tone and gentle voice inexplicably caused Meng Jingwei a pang of heartache.
Feeling his strong arms and his unique masculine scent, familiar and reassuring.
She raised her hands and hugged him, patting him gently, as if comforting a child, "Mmm, I miss you too."
The brothers beside them watched this scene with envy.
Especially Tang Si, who couldn't help but think of Shi Ran's face. He even wondered if Shi Ran would remain by his side if he were on the verge of bankruptcy.
Suddenly, he remembered Zhao Wuyan and felt that he absolutely could not reach that point. Otherwise, how would he protect the safety of their four children?
Meng Jingwei rested her cheek against his chest and said in a gentle tone, "Brother Yanming, Old Han, and Little Si are all helping you. I believe you'll be out soon."
She believed it would be very, very soon!
"What if I spend the rest of my life in prison? Will you take the children and find someone else?" the man asked, his words seemingly without basis.