Tang Si: "..." Why the sudden public display of affection?
Damn, I can't look.
Han Yu: "..." Envious.
Lu Yanming: "..."
Is this love? It's actually quite beautiful.
The three brothers watched for two seconds, then looked away, turning their heads to the side. The detention room was exceptionally quiet, with only the soft sounds of the couple kissing.
The involved parties were lost in love, unable to extricate themselves, while the bystanders inexplicably blushed and, with unspoken understanding, left the detention room to give the couple space.
Hearing the footsteps gradually recede, Meng Jingwei suddenly came to her senses and pushed Qing Muye away.
When he released her, he clearly saw a silver thread extending from Meng Jingwei's flushed lips, a strangely alluring sight.
Qing Muye raised his hand, his thumb brushing lightly over her lips, wiping away the dewy redness. "If we weren't in the detention room, I'd really want to have you right now," he said in a low, husky voice, hinting at restrained desire.
"What time is it? You're still thinking about that," she said, taking Qing Muye's hand. "Take good care of yourself. I'll definitely find a way to get you out."
"It's good that my Ah Wei can step in at a crucial moment," Qing Muye curved his lips. "If you don't mind, I wouldn't mind being your little puppy."
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but laugh. "Little puppy? Are you sure you're not a Tibetan Mastiff?"
This man had no clear idea of his own positioning.
She got back to the point, "Do you have any ideas now?"
Qing Muye glanced at her, turned, and sat back in his chair, shaking his head. "None." He shrugged. "Tang Nian has mobilized all his forces in the capital against me. It's my greatest fortune to be able to walk out of Lancheng Prison alive."
His words made Meng Jingwei's heart sink, and she felt a pang of heartache.
"It'll be alright. Things will work out in the end," she walked to Qing Muye's side and hugged the man sitting in the chair. "I have some urgent matters at the film set, so I'll be leaving now."
"Get some rest at the film set too. Your health is the most important," Qing Muye said with concern.
Meng Jingwei reluctantly held his hand. Their eyes met, filled with affection and deep emotion. Finally, she turned and left without looking back.
As she departed, Qing Muye's palm felt empty, and his heart also settled.
A moment later, Lu Yanming, Tang Si, and Han Yu walked in.
Lu Yanming: "Muye, I've severed my cooperation with the Tang family. Everything that could be done has been done."
Tang Si: "My family has never had any business dealings with the Tang family. Now... all my focus is on the Huo family. I really... can't help you with much."
Han Yu: "I've contacted my friends in the capital and asked them to secretly investigate the Tang family's criminal evidence. Don't worry, I'll do everything in my power to help you."
The three men looked serious, their words tinged with a hint of helplessness, yet none dared to say when Qing Muye could be released.
The Tang family was the richest family in the country, their influence like a dense web, spread across every region, far more complex than it appeared on the surface.
"Alright, thank you for your trouble," Qing Muye nodded. "You should all go back."
The men exchanged a few more pleasantries with him before turning and leaving the detention room.
Not long after the three brothers left, Song Junren appeared before Qing Muye.
Just as he was about to speak, Qing Muye gave him a look. Song Jun instantly understood his meaning and took a bug detector from his pocket. He walked around the detention room, finally finding listening devices behind the surveillance camera, under the chair, and behind the toilet.