At the same time, at Song Yu Group.
In the morning, Qing Sihua appeared at Song Yu Group and stood in front of the desk, glancing at Qing Muye, who was engrossed in his work.
However, the other party ignored him.
Knock, knock, knock—
Qing Sihua impatiently tapped the desk, "Muye, as Meng Jingwei's god-brother, what are your plans for this matter?"
Upon hearing his words, Qing Muye did not look up. Instead, he gripped a black pen and signed his name with a strong, powerful stroke at the end of a document on the desk. After closing the document, he finally looked up at him, "Uncle Seven, are you here for this matter?"
"Her situation has become a huge scandal, and the company's stock price fell to its limit as soon as the market opened. The major shareholders dare not provoke you, so they are pressuring me, saying that if you remain indifferent, I should handle this matter entirely."
Qing Sihua said seriously.
Qing Muye casually placed the folder aside, then leaned back lazily in his executive chair, spread his hands, and smiled charmingly, "Does Uncle Seven want to handle this matter entirely, or does he want..."
He paused, deliberately drawing out his tone, "To handle all company affairs?"
"And you're just letting Meng Jingwei's affairs continue to brew and ferment?"
Qing Sihua had one hand in his trousers pocket and the other clenched, his knuckles gently tapping the desk. "Her personal affairs affect our entire Qing family and Song Yu Group. While Old Mrs. Qing likes her, that doesn't mean all of us in the Qing family should pay for her."
"Oh, really."
Qing Muye propped his elbows on the armrests of his executive chair, his fingers supporting his temple, with a lazy, charming posture. "What brilliant ideas does Uncle Seven have?"
"It's common knowledge in Lancheng that Meng Jingwei is very close to you. The decision on how to proceed, of course, rests with you."
He added, "Of course, if you are unwilling to get involved, you can simply sit back and watch. However, you will need to provide an explanation to Old Mrs. Qing and the major shareholders."
"If they want an explanation, of course, that's no problem."
Qing Muye appeared completely unfazed. "Then please trouble Uncle Seven to convey this message: whichever shareholder wants an explanation can come to me. I will personally give them one."
"You!"
Qing Sihua was taken aback by Qing Muye's consistent attitude.
His ambiguity truly made him feel helpless.
"You've been standing aside. Have you considered the public pressure Meng Jingwei is under?"
"That's her business, it has nothing to do with me."
"So, you've made up your mind to cut ties with her completely?"
"Why does Uncle Seven say that?" The man sneered, "I am merely her god-brother. The only person standing between her and me is Grandma. How can there be talk of 'cutting ties'? It's absurd."
Qing Sihua's hand in his trouser pocket moved, and he gave a cold smile, nodding. "Alright. I will convey your intentions to the media now, to minimize the loss to the Qing family and cut our losses in time."
With that, he turned and left.
Qing Muye's sharp eyes watched his receding back, and the ink-black eyebrows on one side twitched.
Half an hour later, a recording of a conversation between Qing Muye and Qing Sihua was leaked online. The highly anticipated 'Meng-Qing relationship' became the focus of everyone's attention, and within a very short time, the audio clip had surged to the trending list.
When Song Jun saw the trending news, he rushed into Qing Muye's office. "Mr. Qing, quickly look at Weibo..."
Before Song Jun could finish speaking, a voice recording from the laptop on the desk played, "Why does Uncle Seven say that? I am merely her god-brother. The only..."
It was clear that Qing Muye had also seen the trending topic.
"Uncle Seven is truly despicable. While this might help Ms. Meng sever ties with the Qing family and salvage Song Yu Group's losses in the shortest possible time, it will likely be difficult for you and Ms. Meng to get along in the future."
Song Jun keenly perceived the crux of the matter.
"Since Uncle Seven likes it, I don't mind fulfilling his wish." Qing Muye seemed completely unconcerned. In fact, he had been wary of Qing Sihua from the moment he entered his office.
"Where is Jiang Quan?" he asked again.
"The person is still in that dilapidated warehouse, imprisoned by the man who abducted him yesterday and guarded by men. Speaking of which, Song Jun couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Qing, what is the relationship between that man from yesterday and Ms. Meng?"
"Heh."
The man smiled faintly, not answering.
At this moment, in Shu Yao's apartment.
Meng Jingwei was lying in bed scrolling through Weibo and unintentionally saw the trending topic.
She specifically clicked on it and listened to the entire audio recording.
Qing Muye's familiar voice reached her ears. Although his somewhat cold words made her heart sink slightly, her attention was immediately diverted by Qing Sihua's despicable act.
On the day of Wang Kun's wedding incident, Qing Muye had also told the media that he would not interfere, but he had been secretly investigating yesterday.
It was obvious that Qing Sihua was unaware of Qing Muye's covert actions, which was why he had recorded and released such a segment.
Was he truly considering only Song Yu Group's losses from the perspective of the company?
Absolutely not!
Meng Jingwei directly dismissed the idea.
Although she couldn't fully guess Qing Sihua's intentions, at least two points were clear.
First, by releasing this recording, Qing Sihua intended to sow discord between her and Qing Muye, and thereby draw her into his camp as a subordinate; second, from the perspective of 'company first,' he would quickly sever her connection with Song Yu Group to mitigate the company's losses.
Inadvertently, he had made a strong impression and won over many high-ranking shareholders of Song Yu Group who were deeply worried about the matter.
With such a clever plan, she couldn't help but wonder if Qing Sihua and Xiao Cheng were secretly collaborating.
However, the most frightening scenario would be a collaboration between Qing Sihua, Xiao Cheng, and Li Yun'er, which would be... unimaginable.
Suddenly, Meng Jingwei began to worry about Qing Muye's current situation.
She imagined it wouldn't be easy.
Ring, ring, ring—
Just as Meng Jingwei was lost in thought, her phone suddenly rang.
The name Han Junyan flashed on the phone screen.
Meng Jingwei hesitated for a moment before answering, "Junyan?"
"Jingwei, I saw everything about your situation. How are you, are you okay?"
On the other end of the line, Han Junyan was extremely anxious. "I have a temporary emergency here, and I won't be able to return to China for a while. If you need any help, you can tell me directly."
Han Junyan had originally returned to China with a mission, but fate had not been kind. While on a business trip abroad, he had an accident, which caused him to be delayed overseas and unable to return promptly.
Even any follow-up arrangements were consequently delayed.
"I'm fine, I'm doing well."
Feeling her friend's concern, Meng Jingwei's mood improved, and she asked with a smile, "I'm fine. What about you? Your situation is so tricky, yet you're still concerned about me."
"It's obvious that someone is targeting you with your wedding company's issue. Do you need me to find someone to investigate it for you?" he asked again.