The Emperor Hotel, Presidential Suite.
Shu Yao, wrapped in a bath towel, stood by the bar counter of the wine cabinet, her slender fingers holding a crystal wine glass, gently swirling the deep red liquid within. She gazed thoughtfully at Qing Si Huai, who was on the phone.
"You mean Meng..." Qing Si Huai was about to say something, but then realized Shu Yao was present and instinctively glanced over.
Meeting Shu Yao's eyes, his face was filled with schemes and calculations.
Perhaps sensing his overly strong reaction, Qing Si Huai smiled at Shu Yao, lowered his voice, and walked towards the bedroom while speaking, "Are you sure?"
"Sure," the person on the other end of the line affirmed, "My subordinates have all investigated and found that Song Ci has deployed people to search for Meng Jing Wei's father's whereabouts."
This was enough to confirm the fact that Meng Jing Wei's father had been kidnapped.
"Haven't found the person yet? Do you know who did it?" Qing Si Huai urgently wanted to know who had kidnapped Meng Tian Hua and was opposing the Qing family.
The person on the other end shook his head, "Not clear at the moment."
"Go investigate," Qing Si Huai said, then hung up the phone.
Clutching his phone, Qing Si Huai walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.
Qing Mu Ye is not in Lan Cheng now, and Meng Jing Wei's father is missing. Isn't this a perfect opportunity?
With a plan in mind, Qing Si Huai raised his eyebrows, gave a disdainful smile, and turned to leave the bedroom.
"Yao Yao..."
He called out Shu Yao's name affectionately, walked up to her, lifted her chin, and kissed her lips. "I have something urgent to attend to back at the company. You've worked hard too, get some good rest today."
Shu Yao took a sip of her red wine, her red lips curved into a smile. "Go ahead, I am indeed quite tired."
"I'm leaving, I'll contact you by phone."
The man, dressed smartly in a crisp suit, patted her shoulder and squeezed it with his large hand before turning to leave the hotel.
Shu Yao turned back, watching Qing Si Huai leave the hotel. Only when he closed the door did a deep and complex emotion faintly appear on her fair and delicate face, with hatred flashing in her eyes.
Leaning against the bar counter for two minutes, she finally collected her thoughts, walked into the bedroom, reached into a spot behind the television, and retrieved something, clenching it in her hand.
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Qinxin Residence.
Meng Jing Wei rushed back from the company. Her mother, Du Juan, saw Meng Jing Wei walk into the hall, wiping her tears as she walked towards her, sobbing, "Wuwu... daughter, you're finally back. Your dad... your dad, he, he..."
Du Juan, unable to speak coherently through her sobs, could only cling to Meng Jing Wei's arm and cry.
Seeing her mother's heartbroken state, Meng Jing Wei felt immense pain. She reached out to wipe her tears, "Mom, don't worry, I will find my dad."
She was an adopted child of Mr. and Mrs. Meng Tian Hua. Sometimes, Meng Jing Wei even wondered if, had they adopted other children, their lives might have been more peaceful and happy.
Without her and Qing Mu Ye, they wouldn't have experienced so many hardships and twists and turns.
Shen Lian Nuo, standing nearby, felt deeply guilty.
She furrowed her brow, her fists clenching tightly at her sides, and turned to walk out of the hall.
Meng Jing Wei was comforting her mother and didn't notice Shen Lian Nuo leaving.
"Auntie, don't cry..."
Qiao Zi Qian walked over, handed over some tissues, and soothed Du Juan like a child, "Xing Xing will definitely find Uncle!"
At this moment, Madam Qing sat on the sofa, sitting up straight, her cloudy eyes watching Du Juan and her daughter with a troubled expression.