After traffic cleared, Lu Yanming drove Shen Liannuo to Meng Jingwei's film set.
Meanwhile, in the CEO's office of Zhuo Rui Technology, Qing Muye was on a video call with Meng Jingwei.
"Is there really no way to turn the company around?"
In the video, Meng Jingwei, still in costume, sat in the dressing room with a worried expression.
Leaning back in his executive chair and seeing her helplessness, Qing Muye curved his lips into a smile. "What, you don't want to support me?"
"It's not like that," Meng Jingwei rested her elbow on the armrest of the sofa, propping her chin. "I'm just worried about your company."
"When I went to see the doctor before, they said my stomach was not good and I could only eat soft foods." The man looked in good spirits and even had the energy to joke. "For the rest of my life, I'll have to rely on you to support me."
Meng Jingwei was amused by him. "At a time like this, you're still joking."
"Otherwise, life has to go on," Qing Muye held a cigarette between his fingers and took a puff. "From now on, you'll be responsible for earning money to support the family, and I'll be responsible for taking care of our little home. How about it?"
"Your cooking is good. If worse comes to worst, you can set up a stall outside the university to sell fast food."
Perhaps Qing Muye's relaxed demeanor eased Meng Jingwei's worries, and her mood brightened considerably.
"My dearest wife, excellent idea," Qing Muye raised an eyebrow. "You're quite business-savvy."
They looked at each other and smiled. As they continued to smile, Meng Jingwei's smile gradually faded.
She pursed her lips slightly. "A Ye, if you have any thoughts, you must tell me. We are a family, sharing fortunes and sharing hardships."
Meng Jingwei felt that Qing Muye's reaction was too calm. Was he someone who never showed his emotions, or had he given up struggling?
She couldn't be sure.
But no matter what, she wouldn't give up on him.
"I will," Qing Muye nodded slightly. "I have another meeting. I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, bye." Meng Jingwei didn't say anything more. She waved her hand and ended the call.
She knew that Qing Muye was under immense pressure at the moment, and she couldn't add to his mental burden.
On the other side, at Zhuo Rui Technology.
The CEO's office.
After Qing Muye hung up, the smile was gone from his handsome face.
Song Ci walked in and reported the current situation again.
Then, he said, "Boss, because of problems with other companies, the banks have frozen our funds. Now..."
Qing Muye understood what the rest implied without Song Ci having to say it.
Buzz buzz buzz—
Suddenly, Qing Muye's phone, which was on the desk, started to vibrate.
Qing Muye picked up his phone. The screen displayed Tang Wanxing's number.
Seeing the familiar number, a deep emotion appeared on the man's stern face. After a moment of hesitation, he answered the call.
After the call was connected, he remained silent, and the other party also remained silent.
After a few seconds of silence, Tang Wanxing choked out, "Ye, is everything they said true?"
Although Tang Nian had told Tang Wanxing the truth, and Tang Wanxing had repeatedly refused to believe it, she wasn't foolish. How could she not have suspected anything?
It was just more about unwillingness, and wanting to hear the truth directly from Qing Muye.
"I warned you back then to stay away from A Wei."
Qing Muye, while not directly admitting it, did not deny it either.
On the other end of the line, Tang Wanxing was silent for another ten seconds.
Perhaps she couldn't accept the truth, or perhaps the last shred of belief in her heart had crumbled, leaving her unable to calm down for a long time.
"So, so you chopped off my fingers? So... so you had someone beat me and ruin my long hair? Is that it?" The more she spoke, the more wronged she felt, her voice choked with sobs and trembling.