Seeing Song Ci, Meng Jingwei's heart tightened, and she couldn't help but feel a bit scared.
She hadn't forgotten that just a few hours ago, she had flooded Qing Muye's apartment.
"Heh, Assistant Song, what a coincidence."
She smiled awkwardly at Song Ci, already pulling out her phone and quickly finding Madam Qing's number to send her a message.
As soon as she sent the message, Song Ci snatched her phone away.
"Assistant Song, what are you doing?"
Meng Jingwei feigned anger.
Without even looking at Meng Jingwei's phone, Song Ci directly handed it to the bodyguard behind him and said to her in a calm tone, "Please."
Then, he led Meng Jingwei to the side.
The car door opened, and as Meng Jingwei bent to get in, she saw the man sitting inside, looking relaxed and with his eyes closed as if dozing.
Her heart thudded.
She couldn't help but swallow and flash a fawning smile, "Young Master Qing, you... looking for me?"
The man slightly turned his head, lazily opening his eyes. His sharp gaze landed on her. "Have you thought about how you want to die?"
These few words were as sparse as precious gold.
His tone was extremely flat, as if he were commenting on the beautiful weather.
Yet, he was deciding Meng Jingwei's fate, with a king's disdain.
"Hehehehe... Of course, I want to... die of old age."
Meng Jingwei's face was plastered with a smile, while secretly, she cursed Qing Muye's ancestors for eighteen generations.
The man clasped his hands on his abdomen, his long fingers tapping on his backhand. He announced loudly, "Song Ci, drive."
"Ah? Where... where are you taking me?"
Meng Jingwei panicked.
While she was asking the question, Song Ci had already gotten into the car and started it.
Qing Muye closed his eyes again, remaining silent.
She had no choice but to look at Song Ci. "Assistant Song, where are we going?"
"The hospital."
"The hospital?"
Meng Jingwei's small face turned pale, her anxious heart pounding.
Thinking of Qing Muye's earlier threat to have her uterus removed, she became even more terrified.
She believed she had never feared anyone over the years, but she had to admit that she was truly afraid of Qing Muye.
It's over, it's over...
Meng Jingwei leaned weakly against the car seat, without even the strength to struggle for survival.
She was waiting, waiting for Madam Qing's call.
Ring, ring, ring—
The phone rang inside the car. Meng Jingwei saw Qing Muye pick up his phone, a mix of shock and joy.
She tilted her head and leaned closer, glancing at the screen. It was Madam Qing's call.
"Grandma, save me! Qing Muye wants to cut out my ute... Mmmph..."
Meng Jingwei shouted for help into the phone, but before she could finish, the man grabbed her neck and covered her mouth.
"If you don't want to die, shut up!"
Qing Muye's sharp gaze shot towards her, his eyes carrying a killing chill.
Meng Jingwei nodded her head like a rattle drum.
Since Madam Qing had called, she had nothing more to fear.
"Grandma, what is it?"
Holding the phone to his ear, Qing Muye asked.
"You little brat, where are you? Where are you taking that girl Jingwei?"
Qing Muye: "..."
Silence.
"Don't you stay silent. I, this old woman, am telling you now, if anything happens to that girl Jingwei, I'll die for you to see!"
"Grandma, she's just an insignificant person."
"She is indeed inconsequential, but what I care about is the child in her belly! How many more days can I, an old woman, live? I just want to hold a grandchild and see you get married."
"Do you think she's qualified to marry into the Qing family?"
"You don't have to marry her, but the child in her womb must be left for me."
"Whether there is a child or not remains to be seen."
"Then you wait for me. Wait until two months later for the check-up. But if you dare to harm her even a single hair during this time, I will smash my head against the wall and go to accompany your grandfather."
"..."
"Hand the phone to that girl Jingwei."
Madam Qing instructed Qing Muye. The man's brow furrowed slightly, and his grip on the phone tightened.
What kind of spell had this damned woman cast on Grandma?
After a moment of hesitation, he released Meng Jingwei and handed her the phone, turning on the speakerphone as he did so.
"Jingwei, girl?"
Madam Qing called out.
Meng Jingwei brushed her mouth, which had been covered by the man, with the back of her hand. A hint of a smile bloomed on her angry little face. "Grandma?"
"Oh dear, girl, how are you?"
Meng Jingwei proudly tilted her head to look at Qing Muye, raising her eyebrows in a smug manner.
Then, she suppressed her smile and burst into tears, crying, "Wuwuwu... Grandma, Qing Muye said he's taking me to the hospital to have my uterus removed. Wuwu... I'm scared..."
Seeing Meng Jingwei's sudden change of expression, an acting skill more exquisite than any actress, Qing Muye's eyes narrowed, his cold eyes deepening.
If it weren't for Grandma's command, he would have truly been unable to resist strangling this dramatic, troublesome woman.
"Oh, don't cry, don't cry. Don't worry, Grandma has already reprimanded him. He definitely won't bully you anymore. Don't worry."
"Mmmhmm... Jingwei believes Grandma. But... but..."
"But what?"
"Qing Muye snatched my phone."
"Hmph, that scoundrel, he's truly lawless. Alright, girl Jingwei, stop crying. If anything happens in the future, just tell Grandma."
Although she had only spent three short days with Meng Jingwei, it had to be said that Meng Jingwei was smart and diligent, a truly good girl.
The only drawback was her plain, and even somewhat unattractive, appearance.
It wasn't that Madam Qing thought she was ugly, but rather that she felt Meng Jingwei was suitable for a domestic life. However, with such an appearance, she couldn't capture Qing Muye's heart, making the marriage impossible to facilitate.
"Alright, thank you, Grandma."
"Give the phone back to Muye."
"Mmm~"
Meng Jingwei responded and handed the phone back to Qing Muye.
He cancelled the speakerphone and brought the phone to his ear. "Grandma?"
"You still know I'm your grandma? Your wings have hardened, haven't they? Do you still have me, your grandma, in your eyes? You dare to take that girl to the hospital to have her uterus removed? What are you trying to do, fly to the sky?"
On the other end of the phone, Madam Qing was furious. "Give the phone back to that girl Jingwei immediately. From now on, I will video call her every day. If I find out that she's even a little bit unwell, you'll be waiting to collect my corpse, you old woman."
"Grandma... *doodoodoo*..."
Before Qing Muye could finish speaking, Madam Qing had already hung up the phone.
He gripped the phone, his knuckles cracking. His face was covered in a dark cloud, as if brewing a storm.
Meng Jingwei watched Qing Muye, observing his every move. Seeing his extreme anger, she knew that Grandma must have warned him and forbidden him from bullying her any further.
Thinking of this, Meng Jingwei finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Give the phone back to her."
"Yes, boss."
Song Ci said as he drove, taking out his phone and handing it to Meng Jingwei.
"Thank you."
Meng Jingwei immediately thanked him. As soon as she took the phone, a call came through, marked as 'Grandma Qing'.
As she looked at the phone number on the screen, Qing Muye also noticed it.