"It's fine, don't worry about me," Qing Muye said with a faint smile. "What, you don't trust your husband's abilities?"
"Of course not, I just worry about you."
"Don't overthink it," Qing Muye teased. "Don't you remember what Grandma said back then? She said I had a tough life and wouldn't die."
Although Madam Qing's words were meant to be a jest at the time, they felt like a shot of confidence to Meng Jingwei, who was currently filled with worry.
"I'd forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it."
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but chuckle.
As for the matters concerning Shi Ran and Tang Si, Meng Jingwei did not tell Qing Muye.
She knew that going to Wuming Island this time was a life-or-death mission and didn't want to distract Qing Muye.
All he needed to do now was protect himself.
The couple chatted on the phone, reluctant to hang up, for a long time.
Seeing that half an hour had passed, Qing Muye glanced at the subordinates standing not far away and said to Meng Jingwei, "Ah Wei, I'll be back."
"Have a safe trip."
"Mmm."
He hung up the phone.
Meng Jingwei stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her phone clutched in her hand, looking at Qing Muye's number on the call log. Her heart was in turmoil.
Beside her, Song Ci was resting on the sofa. Meng Jingwei spoke as if to herself, or perhaps to Song Ci, "He'll be fine, won't he?"
Song Ci glanced at Meng Jingwei, his eyes flickered, and he smiled, "Boss and I have been through countless gunfights, and he's always been fine. You must know, anyone who can always escape from desperate situations must be a cat. Cats have nine lives, and boss won't die."
He added with a hint of teasing, "Young Madam, if you have even the slightest doubt, it means you look down on my boss."
He was also trying to comfort Meng Jingwei, not wanting her to overthink things.
Meng Jingwei stood by the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time before saying, "The auction is still three days away, right?"
"Yes," Song Ci nodded. "But everything has been arranged. Young Madam, you don't need to worry too much."
This time, Meng Jingwei did not respond.
She had a strong premonition that something big was about to happen.
"Song Ci, if this plan fails, what will happen to Ah Ye?" After a long period of hesitation, Meng Jingwei asked with concern.
Song Ci thought for a moment and replied sternly, "Last time we went to the Yin Clan, Boss's financial resources were severely depleted and he still hasn't recovered. The plan in Lancheng this time was meticulously planned by him with immense investment. If it fails, it would be like a great roc with broken wings."
Meng Jingwei: "If something else happens on Wuming Island, can he… make a comeback?"
Her question plunged Song Ci into a brief silence.
A heavy expression settled on both their faces.
After a long while, Song Ci slowly said, "The possibility is almost zero."
Yes, the possibility was almost zero.
His vitality had been damaged in the Yin Clan last time, and if the plan in the country failed again this time, it would be equivalent to a severe internal injury for Qing Muye.
And the events on Wuming Island were still ongoing. How could he contend with others while carrying a 'severely depleted' body?
It would be like a moth flying into a flame.
In an instant, the burden on Meng Jingwei's shoulders felt heavier.
She placed her hand on the bar counter beside her, raised it to pinch the bridge of her nose, feeling utterly exhausted.
"If Ah Ye were to be with Tang Wanxing, perhaps things would be different."
Even though she disliked Tang Wanxing, that was the reality.
Meng Jingwei felt a sense of helplessness, and more so, a psychological inferiority, believing that the gap between her and Qing Muye was too large, preventing her from helping him at a critical moment.
"Young Madam, please don't say that. You are the Young Mistress of the Yin Clan. If it weren't for your desire to be with Boss, you would now be the leader of the Yin Clan, possessing a fortune and commanding the world's richest assets."
This was not an exaggeration.