However, although Meng Jingwei felt that Li Yun'er had been humiliated and was innocent, she did not sympathize.
Li Yun'er, wearing a black wool coat and with her slightly curly long hair cascading over her shoulders, had a checkered scarf wrapped around her neck. She held her bag in one hand and put the other into her coat pocket. Standing before Meng Jingwei, she smiled slightly and said, "It's not difficult to find out where you live."
Meng Jingwei nodded, not refuting, "Do you need something?"
Li Yun'er looked up at the harsh winter sky, "On such a cold day, why else would I come to find you if not out of boredom?"
Hearing her words, Meng Jingwei said nothing, listening attentively.
"I heard that you're hosting Wang Kun's wedding, is that right?" she asked.
Meng Jingwei was not surprised by how she knew this. After all, as she had said, it was easy to find out about her.
Besides, Lancheng was only so big.
"Get to the point," Meng Jingwei had little patience for her.
"I'm here only to tell you to be extra careful at Wang Kun's wedding tomorrow." After saying this, she shrugged her shoulders, "I've said it."
As the last word fell, she walked past Meng Jingwei in her high heels and left directly.
Meng Jingwei stood frozen, her brows furrowed. She turned around and questioned, "What do you mean?"
Li Yun'er, a few meters away, paused her steps, her back to Meng Jingwei. She turned her head slightly and said, "Literally. If you can't prevent an accident, I'm afraid your wedding company won't be able to operate in Lancheng anymore."
"Got it."
Meng Jingwei couldn't be bothered to ask any more questions.
Such as: Why are you helping me?
Because Li Yun'er would surely say: I've done so many things before, and I feel guilty, so I want to make amends for my past mistakes.
A joke.
Could such words be believed?
Therefore, regardless of Li Yun'er's motives for coming, she had to be extremely cautious about tomorrow's wedding!
For a moment, a surge of pressure hit her, making Meng Jingwei feel heavy.
In her apartment, Meng Jingwei stayed up all night.
She, who was usually insomniac, could fall asleep around four or five in the morning and wake up at six.
But this night, she truly didn't sleep at all.
The next morning, the sun was bright, but the winter breeze was still piercingly cold.
Early on, the wedding company's team responsible for Wang Kun's wedding arrived at Runzhou Grand Hotel and began a comprehensive inspection.
Meng Jingwei repeatedly emphasized safety issues, as well as audio equipment and projectors, fearing a repeat of the previous accident.
At that point, she would truly have no place to stay in Lancheng.
Midday, guests began to arrive.
Meng Jingwei, dressed in a silver-grey fitted suit and flat shoes, held a walkie-talkie, constantly communicating with her team.
Because the wedding venue was in the backyard of Runzhou Grand Hotel, the backyard was vast, covered with artificial grass, adorned with various fresh flowers imported from abroad, and colorful balloons, creating a vibrant spring atmosphere.
As guests took their seats, Meng Jingwei watched the people coming in one after another, feeling the pressure mount.
This was because everyone attending the banquet today were core figures of Lancheng's upper class, all wealthy and influential.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?"
Suddenly, Shu Yao came out from behind and patted Meng Jingwei's shoulder.
Startled, Meng Jingwei turned her head and glared at her, "Where did you pop out from?"
Shu Yao pointed towards the entrance. She saw Qing Sih Huai and Qing Mu Ye walking in, and Qing Sih Huai's gaze was directed this way, a charmingly wicked smile on his handsome face.
That smile should have been directed at Shu Yao, but Meng Jingwei somehow felt that Qing Sih Huai was smiling at her.
However, she didn't pay much attention. Instead, she fixed her gaze on Qing Mu Ye.
After a month's absence, the wound on the man's head had healed. He was wearing a royal blue velvet suit, his hair slicked back, and a pair of silver-grey sunglasses. He looked radiant, dignified, and exuded an imposing aura.
Meng Jingwei stood in the most conspicuous spot at the entrance, yet Qing Mu Ye didn't even glance sideways. It was as if his eyes behind the sunglasses never looked at her.
For some reason, Meng Jingwei felt a bit unhappy.
Crazy.
Ever since he had inexplicably lost his temper at the hospital last time, Meng Jingwei had been extremely angry, not understanding the source of his baseless fury.
However, dealing with such an unpredictable man, it was normal for him to call her whenever he pleased and dismiss her just as easily.
Even if he didn't want to acknowledge her now, it was merely because he had grown tired of her and no longer wished to bother.
In that case, Meng Jingwei didn't want to be a sycophant and simply pretended not to see him.
"The wedding venue is set up very elegantly, fresh and refined. It's quite nice," Qing Sih Huai praised without reservation.
Meng Jingwei's face broke into a formal smile, "Uncle Seven, you're too kind."
"Ah… Qing Sih Huai, let's go to our seats first. We shouldn't disturb Weiwei at work," Shu Yao let go of Meng Jingwei and greeted Qing Sih Huai.
"Alright."
Qing Sih Huai nodded, and the two walked into the wedding venue, sitting next to Qing Mu Ye.
Afterwards, Chu Xue arrived with the Chu family, as well as Zhao Ruo Lan and her husband, Li Yun'er, and the Xiao family, all entering one by one.
However, when Meng Jingwei saw them, she kept her distance, not wanting to interact with them.
"Sister Wei, the bride has arrived."
Assistant Shi Ran's voice came through the walkie-talkie.
"Understood," she replied.
The wedding was scheduled to officially begin at eleven o'clock. At ten forty, Meng Jingwei went backstage again, "Are all the equipment normal? Has the safety of the steel cables been rechecked?"
This was because Wang Kun's bride, Li Lili, particularly enjoyed watching ancient costume dramas and had always fantasized about descending like a fairy on her wedding day. She had repeatedly made this request to them.
Out of respect for the customer's preferences, Meng Jingwei had to arrange a "celestial descent" wedding.
Therefore, for the equipment, Meng Jingwei rented the most expensive and best equipment in Lancheng and also prepared backup equipment.
However, even so, the skin on her right eyelid kept twitching.
She didn't know if she was being overly worried or if Li Yun'er's words last night had had too much of a psychological impact on her.
"President Meng, please don't worry. We have double-checked the steel cables, the hanging basket, and the hoist, ensuring there will be no problems."
"Yes. Especially the hanging basket, we had a welder reinforce it. The safety belts on the hanging basket have been doubled, so there will be absolutely no issues."
"That's right, that's right."
...
Several colleagues from the equipment team said.
Hearing their words, Meng Jingwei's unsettled heart did not calm down. She merely reiterated her instructions, "Just be careful."
Twenty minutes later, the wedding officially began.
Under the performance of the live music team, the emcee invited the groom to enter.
Meng Jingwei walked to the front stage and saw the groom Wang Kun enter, along with his groomsmen, Xiao Cheng being among them.
The emcee handed the microphone to the groom Wang Kun. He, holding the microphone, excitedly recounted the love story of how he met and got to know the bride.
Immediately after, the large screen on the stage switched, and the camera cut to the bride. She was seen sitting in a flower basket woven with splendid flowers.