Shen Liannuo returned a smile, but it was quite perfunctory.
Then her gaze fell on Qing Muye, finally turning to Meng Jingwei, pointing at Qing Muye and complaining, "Jingwei, does your husband dislike me?"
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but chuckle, "He can't stand your excessive enthusiasm."
Although Meng Jingwei knew Shen Liannuo liked Qing Muye, she also knew that Shen Liannuo no longer harbored those feelings for him.
She and Qing Muye treated Shen Liannuo entirely as a friend, and as a savior.
Song Ci and Pei Ying, standing nearby, were somewhat surprised by this scene but dared not ask further.
Their boss and his lady were indeed quite accommodating to this woman named Shen Liannuo.
"Sister Liannuo."
Shi Ran walked out. Although she wore a mask, it was large and covered half her face. A faint scar was subtly visible on her nose bridge, but it wasn't obvious.
Tang Si, with his arm around her, waved at Shen Liannuo, "Hi."
"Hi," Shen Liannuo waved back.
Seeing familiar faces, her lonely heart gradually began to heal.
In the Hidden Clan, she was a prodigy, a person of great renown.
Now, arriving in an unfamiliar place, Shen Liannuo was doing her best to adapt, but the different living environment indeed presented her with significant pressure and challenges.
"Master, since you insist on hosting a welcome feast for me, I don't care, you have to cook for me yourself."
After speaking, she bypassed Qing Muye and walked directly into the living room, "Jingwei, can I have a tour of your home?"
"Of course."
Meng Jingwei, carrying her child, went up the steps, handed the baby to the nanny, and then entered the living room, leading Shen Liannuo on a tour of the villa.
As the women entered the living room, Han Yu, with his arms crossed, stood before Qing Muye and teased, "I must say, Young Master Liannuo truly possesses the beauty that makes flowers feel shy and fish sink, making them forget to swim. It seems Second Sister is in danger."
Qing Muye shot him a cold glance, "Scram."
"Got it."
Han Yu made an 'ok' gesture, "Little Four, Big Brother, let's go play mahjong. Song Jun, come make up the numbers. Your boss is busy cooking for a beauty, and he's short-handed."
"Okay," Song Jun readily agreed without being polite.
"Song Ci, you and Pei Ying go pick up the old madam," Qing Muye instructed Song Ci.
Suddenly, the once quiet Yujing Villa became lively with the arrival of everyone.
But while some rejoiced, others grieved.
Songyu Group.
Qing Sihai looked at the news alert that popped up on his computer. He immediately made an internal call, ordering someone to investigate if Qing Muye was alive. Within minutes, the news came back: Qing Muye was indeed alive. Enraged, he smashed his computer.
In the spacious office, a loud "bang" echoed as the computer and cups shattered on the floor.
As if smashing the computer didn't alleviate his anger, he swept the documents from his desk onto the floor, kicking the scattered papers and computer fiercely as if to vent his fury.
"Still alive? How can he be alive? Wasn't he dead? Wasn't he dead!"
He roared in his office, consumed by rage.
The secretaries at the door, hearing the commotion in the office, dared not approach the notoriously short-tempered Qing Sihai, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire and berated.
After his outburst, Qing Sihai, his chest heaving with anger, weakly walked to the sofa and slumped down, his gaze unfocused, "Why is he still alive? Why?"
As if his soul had been drained, he leaned back against the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, his mind a blank.
He had just received news that Anthony was dead.
He had died at sea.
Why had Anthony, missing for two full months, died at sea?