She couldn't understand the reason.
"Yes."
Qi He nodded, then shook his head. "I don't know, I really can't find out."
Meng Jingwei asked Qi He about other matters and hung up the phone.
She walked into the living room and sat down, holding her phone and opening the email, looking at the information about Qing Kangyu.
The information showed that he had a daughter with his current wife, but the daughter was still in college.
Moreover, Qing Kangyu used the name 'Kang Yu' in Beijing and rarely appeared in public. Most people outside knew Qing Kangyu's wife, but not Qing Kangyu himself.
He himself had a large business in Beijing, owning listed companies and multiple industries.
"So, why did he suddenly come back to find A Ye?"
Meng Jingwei clenched her phone, her brow furrowed in thought, and she murmured, "Inherit the family business? Unlikely."
She answered herself.
Upon careful analysis, if Qing Kangyu was looking for Qing Muye to inherit his business, then Qing Kangyu should not have secretly helped Qing Sihai target Qing Muye.
Such actions would only make Qing Muye more repulsed by Qing Kangyu, deepening their conflict. At that point, Qing Muye would be even less likely to inherit Qing Kangyu's business.
In conclusion, Qing Kangyu's purpose is definitely not this!
Film City.
Tang Wanxing called Meng Jingwei several times, but no one answered. After much hesitation, she chose to call Qing Muye.
The first call went unanswered. It wasn't until the second call was about to hang up automatically that a tired voice came from the other end, "Wanxing?"
"Ye, where are you?"
Tang Wanxing leaned on the sofa, her gaze falling on Qiao Ziqian as she spoke, making eye contact with him.
"What is it about calling?"
Qing Muye asked instead of answering.
From his tone, it was not difficult to detect the other party's somewhat indifferent attitude.
Tang Wanxing's heartstrings tightened, and her slender, jade-like fingers tightened slightly.
The sudden coldness, did he know something?
She wasn't sure. She lightly pursed her red lips and asked cautiously, "Are you upset about the trending topic? If so, I can come forward to clarify."
Hearing her words, Qing Muye's brows furrowed, and he looked at Song Ci beside him. "What happened on Weibo?"
His sharp gaze made Song Ci's back shiver, and his face turned pale. He subconsciously shook his head and said nothing.
"Ye, haven't you seen Weibo yet? Why don't you check it first? I'll call you back later."
Tang Wanxing hadn't expected Qing Muye to not know about the trending topic on Weibo. However, this indirectly proved that Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye had no contact. If they were in contact, Meng Jingwei would not have failed to tell him about such a big event.
She hung up the phone decisively.
On the other side, Qing Muye was sitting in the factory office, holding his phone and opening Weibo, looking at the trending list. His face turned cold, and his clear gaze shot towards Song Ci. He casually picked up a document and threw it at him.
He reprimanded, "Why didn't you tell me?"
With such a big event happening, Song Ci couldn't possibly not know.
Song Ci lowered his head fearfully, swallowed, and explained, "It was Madam. Madam... she, she told me not to tell you."
"Get out!"
Qing Muye roared.
Song Ci, trembling, turned to walk out of the office. However, after just two steps, he was stopped by Qing Muye. "Deal with the trending topic immediately."
"Yes, Boss." He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After leaving the office, he inexplicably felt a sense of having narrowly escaped death.
Qing Muye immediately called Meng Jingwei.
The phone rang a few times, and Meng Jingwei answered, "A Ye?"
"Why did you hide it from me!"
The tone was accusatory, with a strong sense of dissatisfaction in his voice.