He Xiao Lüyī, tears streaming down her face, stood up and bowed to him, "Thank you."
She turned back, looked at the ship, and left with a sense of loss.
The man also watched the ship and subconsciously asked, "Is there a friend of yours on that ship?"
He Xiao Lüyī paused, looked back at the man, and nodded, "Is there a friend of yours too?"
The man nodded slightly, then shook his head, "Perhaps... a friend. Also a benefactor."
He Xiao Lüyī curiously asked, "What's your name?"
"Ling Yun."
Ling Yun, Kang Zi's brother.
Before Kang Zi died, she had entrusted Meng Jingwei to help save her brother. Meng Jingwei had fulfilled her promise, rescued Ling Yun, and given him a large sum of money to start a business.
On the ship.
In the living room, a woman in a red dress walked out, sat curiously beside Meng Jingwei, and pointed at the rosewood carved box, "Open it and see what's inside."
"Okay."
Meng Jingwei nodded, opened the box, and found a document with words written on it—"Gold Mine Cooperation Agreement."
Meng Jingwei's eyes lit up. She tilted her head to look at He Kǎ Liànnuò, then at Qing Mu Ye, "He Kǎ Yányī gave it to you."
She handed the document to Qing Mu Ye.
"Alas, at least he has some conscience," He Kǎ Liànnuò sighed, her eyes filled with a hint of loss.
Sensing He Kǎ Liànnuò's dejected expression, Meng Jingwei put her arm around her shoulders and comforted her, "If you don't mind in the future, you are also our family."
Yesterday, in the secret chamber of the West District Research Institute, it was He Kǎ Liànnuò who contacted an elder of the He Kǎ clan to help Meng Jingwei expel the蛊 (gǔ) poison from her body.
He Kǎ Liànnuò had been a great help in this matter, and Meng Jingwei and her husband would never forget it.
Qing Mu Ye held the agreement, glanced at it, and a smile curved his lips. Everything seemed to be as he had anticipated, and he smiled with satisfaction.
"I, Qing Mu Ye, don't mind supporting one more person." He waved the agreement in his hand, "After all, the wool comes from the sheep."
In other words, I'll support you, but the money to support you comes from your brother.
He Kǎ Liànnuò gave a bitter smile, "Heh, if he knew I wasn't dead, knowing his temper, he wouldn't let me go no matter where I hid."
The favor He Kǎ Liànnuò asked Qing Mu Ye to help with when she visited Qing Mu Ye in the hospital that day was to fake her death.
After faking her death, to avoid suspicion, she set fire to her palace amidst the chaos, burning the fake corpse and disfiguring her face, thus preventing He Kǎ Yányī from suspecting anything.
After that, Qing Mu Ye took her to Yipin Ju and hid her.
When they departed today, Meng Jingwei applied makeup and disguised her, allowing her to board the ship and leave the hidden clan.
"Not necessarily."
Qing Mu Ye shook his head, took out a bank card from his suit pocket, and flicked it towards He Kǎ Liànnuò between his fingers.
He Kǎ Liànnuò caught the bank card with her bare hands, "What does this mean, you want to support me?"
"Put away your wishful thinking." He pointed at the card, "He Kǎ Yányī gave it to you. He guessed you weren't dead and specifically asked me to give it to you. The password is his birthday."
This was also why Qing Mu Ye helped He Kǎ Yányī.
Because the secret He Kǎ Liànnuò had entrusted him with when she left the hospital that day was to help her plan her 'death'.
If He Kǎ Liànnuò 'died', He Kǎ Yányī would be the only one to inherit the position of the clan leader in the hidden clan.
His help to He Kǎ Yányī was also a fulfillment of the conditions and promises he had made when he called He Kǎ Yányī to help him find the missing Meng Jingwei.
Secondly, He Kǎ Yányī would be grateful to him and would not make things difficult for him later.
Of course, the contract in hand was also within Qing Mu Ye's expectations.
"Really?"
He Kǎ Liànnuò was half-believing.
"It's a Swiss bank card, your brother's account. Even with my immense capabilities, I couldn't have obtained a card and deposited ten billion without leaving the hidden clan."
He explained.
He Kǎ Liànnuò held the bank card, and suddenly felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. She immediately got up and ran out of the living room, onto the deck, looking in the direction of the hidden clan's ferry terminal, her eyes reddening.
That was where she had lived for over twenty years. Now, as she was about to leave, she felt reluctant and nostalgic, but she disliked the scheming and infighting of the royal family, and instead longed for the colorful world outside the hidden clan.