The top floor of the Ye Se Club was Qing Muye's apartment, and it was impossible for ordinary people to access. Therefore, the glass outside the living room in the corridor was transparent.
"President Tang, having been in the business world for so long, you should know what it means when they say a 'mighty dragon cannot suppress a native snake.'" Meng Jingwei maintained her usual composure. "Lan City is my territory."
Those six words, "Lan City is my territory," were spoken so casually, yet they exuded a domineering and ruthless air of superiority.
"Your daughter is at Shengde Hospital, isn't she? President Tang, would you like to see your daughter?" Meng Jingwei added.
This statement was a devastating blow to Tang Nian.
That was his daughter, Tang Nian's daughter, and yet someone dared to cause trouble for him, treating him with utter disregard.
Tang Nian's hand, gripping the pistol, bulged with veins from excessive force, his hand trembling uncontrollably. It wasn't from fear, but from overwhelming anger, sheer rage.
"Aren't you afraid I'll drag you down with me?" Tang Nian gritted his teeth, each word deliberately pronounced.
Meng Jingwei shook her head. "The words are reversed. It would be me dragging you down. If Tang Nian insists on pursuing this to the end, then I will naturally accompany him. Even if it means injuring eight hundred of yours to lose a thousand of mine, I won't let you have an easy time."
With Qing Muye currently not in Lan City, she had to shoulder everything, unable to disappoint Qing Muye.
Seeing Tang Nian in a furious silence for a long moment, Meng Jingwei continued, "You know better than I do what caused today's situation. Leaving Lan City, I'm no match for you, Tang Nian. But in Lan City, it's not Tang Nian who has the final say."
Although she had no influence in Lan City, Qing Muye did.
He had been entrenched for many years, his influence deep-rooted, and he was not someone Tang Nian could simply crush.
The person standing behind Tang Nian whispered something into his ear. Then, Tang Nian's lips curled, his facial muscles twitching with anger, his face flushing red, looking as though he would fight to the bitter end.
But the next moment, he put away his pistol. "Fine. Tomorrow, I won't interfere with your Zhuo Rui Technology auction. But after it's over, you must hand over my wife. Otherwise, I will level your Qing family's old manor and kill your entire family!"
He began issuing threats.
"I, Meng Jingwei, have always kept my word," she replied calmly.
"Hmph, you'd better keep your word!"
Tang Nian flicked his hand, turned, and walked away in a huff.
The group of bodyguards followed him, and a throng of people left the living room and went down the stairs.
Although the elevator could reach the top floor, without a specific elevator card, it was impossible to get to the penthouse.
Tang Nian could only follow his brothers into the elevator to the thirty-eighth floor, then find a way to pry open the door to the top-floor staircase and break in.
Meng Jingwei watched the direction of the living room entrance. After they left and their voices gradually faded, she turned to look at Song Ci, got up, and quickly entered the bedroom, then pulled out a medicine box.
"Let me treat your wounds."
Meng Jingwei placed the medicine box in front of Song Ci and helped him sit on the sofa.
The bodyguards who had been guarding the surroundings also left, leaving only a few trusted confidantes behind. "Young Madam, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
She shook her head, looking at the pale Song Ci, her brow furrowed deeply. "I'll stop the bleeding for you first, and then send you to the hospital."
Because she had been confronting Tang Nian just now, Meng Jingwei dared not be distracted, so she hadn't had the chance to speak with Song Ci.