"Heh, hehe..."
She laughed, her eyes swollen, her face flushed. Five finger marks were imprinted on her fair cheeks, with tears that had yet to dry.
Her bitter smile seemed to mock her own foolish ignorance, or perhaps it was the heartbreak of utter enlightenment.
The truth unveiled, exposing a sinister and terrifying wound. The pain made Shu Yao gasp for breath.
She reached out and clutched her chest, slowly lowering her body, then covered her face with one hand, weeping. Finally, she broke into loud sobs.
Her mournful cries, ripping through her heart, made Meng Jingwei's own heart ache.
Although she hadn't been in contact with Shu Yao much recently, she had indeed been worried about her.
Seeing her cry so inconsolably now, Meng Jingwei felt both heartache and relief.
At least, it wasn't too late to turn back.
"Wuwu... Why, why is this happening? I'm so stupid, so stupid..." Shu Yao cried in agony. She suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself hard a few times. "I deserve it, it's all my fault, wuwu..."
"Enough!"
Meng Jingwei's brow furrowed. She grabbed Shu Yao's hand. "Look at your face, can you even bear to see it? It's just Qing Sihui, so what if he slept with you? Consider it a dog bite. At least you know his true colors now, and it's not too late to turn back!"
"Wuwu..."
Shu Yao's face was streaked with tears. Her small body trembled with sobs, and she pitifully turned her head, her desolate eyes meeting Meng Jingwei's. She threw her arms around Meng Jingwei. "I'm sorry, I was so stupid, I even misunderstood you back then. Wuwu..."
Being embraced by the woman made Meng Jingwei feel a little uncomfortable, but she still patted her back. "It's not too late to regret it, it's okay, it's okay. Cry if you want to, you'll feel better after crying."
Shu Yao cried loudly without restraint.
But as she cried, she noticed the bodyguard who had been unconscious beside them waking up.
Shu Yao sat up straight and asked Meng Jingwei, "Why are you with these people?"
"To tell you the truth, I contacted Qing Muye. I asked him to help me figure out a solution." She had originally intended to rescue the person from the hotel alone, but then she thought, even the best martial artist can't fight off a mob.
She didn't have enough manpower now, so she had to ask Qing Muye for help.
Shu Yao recalled her last visit to the old Qing family mansion. Under Qing Sihui's instigation, she had thought Meng Jingwei was hiding her relationship with Qing Muye.
At this moment, Meng Jingwei's frankness made Shu Yao feel even more guilty and self-reproachful.
"Are you saying these people are all Qing Muye's men?"
"Mm. It seems Qing Muye has shares in this hospital."
"Oh, that's good."
Shu Yao brushed away the tears from her cheeks with her sleeve, then stood up, picked up some equipment from beside her, and walked towards the bound bodyguard. She immediately began to beat him.
"Bastard, it was you, it was you who captured me, I'll beat you to death!"
She grabbed all the medical equipment she could from the rescue cart and rained blows upon the bodyguard, venting her pent-up grievances.
The clatter of metal was interspersed with the bodyguard's painful groans. Afterward, the bodyguard fell to the ground, blood flowing from his head, and remained motionless.
Shu Yao then dropped what she was holding and stumbled over to sit beside Meng Jingwei, panting from exhaustion.
"Too stupid, I'm such an idiot!"
Shu Yao cursed herself again.
This was the legendary saying: when ruthless, even one's own self is attacked and cursed.
The rescue cart wound its way through several turns. Because its siren was blaring, it could move unimpeded, and soon they managed to shake off the cars following them.
The rescue cart stopped in a safe location, and Meng Jingwei led Shu Yao out.
By the roadside, Meng Jingwei saw a familiar Volkswagen sedan and couldn't help but feel surprised.
He, why was he here?
"Get in with me." Meng Jingwei took Shu Yao's hand and led her directly into the car.
The sedan slowly started and drove forward.
Qing Muye glanced at Meng Jingwei through the rearview mirror and smiled gently. "Are you alright?"
After getting into the car, Shu Yao drooped her head dejectedly. Upon hearing a familiar voice, she looked up and realized it was Qing Muye. "You, why is it you?"
The man kept his eyes on the road, driving with his usual cool indifference, ignoring Shu Yao.
Meng Jingwei said to Shu Yao, "He was probably worried. After all, Anthony is a ruthless character."
"Yes, yes."
Shu Yao nodded. She bit her red lips lightly, deeply moved by the actions of Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye.
At the same time, a hint of worry arose in her heart. "You saved me, you'll surely provoke Anthony. Will it... cause you trouble?"
"Don't worry, Qing Muye should be able to handle it," Meng Jingwei reassured her.
"You, you and Qing Muye, the two of you..."
"Shh!"
Meng Jingwei held up a finger and said mysteriously, "I gave him a chance, we're dating."
"Ah? That's great..."
Shu Yao had previously thought Qing Muye was a scoundrel, but now that she knew the truth, she suddenly felt that the truly idiotic one was herself.
As she thought about it, she couldn't help but burst into tears again. "Wuwu... You're so smart, why am I so stupid? And you still want to be friends with me. Wuwu..."
Shu Yao couldn't imagine what the consequences would have been if Meng Jingwei hadn't truly considered her a friend and had come to help and save her.
These cries gave Qing Muye a headache.
He turned on the car stereo and played some music, a cheerful DJ track.
Shu Yao's crying stopped abruptly. "Qing Muye, is that too much? They're already this miserable, and you're playing such cheerful music, are you doing it on purpose?"
"Escaping from suffering is indeed a happy occasion," the man said, tapping the steering wheel intermittently with his long fingers, his demeanor calm and unhurried.
"It's just a breakup, not 'escaping from suffering.' They have normal feelings, and you're too much..."
She was about to curse him, but Shu Yao swallowed the words back.
Meng Jingwei patted the driver's seat. "Change the song."
As his future wife had commanded, Qing Muye complied without a second thought and immediately switched the song.
"Happy breakup, wishing you happiness, you can find someone better. If you don't want to face winter, are tired of the weight, then fly to a tropical island and swim. Happy breakup..."
Qing Muye had simply switched to the next song in the random playback.
As luck would have it, a song called "Happy Breakup" came on!
Meng Jingwei: "…!"
Shu Yao, upon hearing the song, exploded. "Qing Muye, what do you mean by this?"
The man shrugged innocently. "Random playback, nothing to do with me."
"You... Waa... Wuwu..."
Shu Yao couldn't hold back anymore and burst into another loud wail, sobbing inconsolably, looking utterly pathetic.
Meng Jingwei's head spun, and she didn't know how to comfort her, so she quietly handed her tissues.
Soon, a pile of tissues accumulated on the floor of the car.
Just then, Shu Yao's phone rang.
Wiping her nose, she looked at her phone. The caller ID displayed an overseas number.
It was probably Anthony.
Shu Yao gripped her phone, her thumb almost hitting the "decline" button. She paused for a moment, then swiped to "answer" and picked up the call.
"Shu Yao, you son of a bitch, where did you run off to again..."
"Anthony, you wanted to know who the father of my child is?"
Shu Yao interrupted Anthony and directly confessed the truth. "It's Qing Sihui! It was him. He told me that you were messing around with women in Country C, playing with five or six women by yourself, that's why I was so disappointed in you. Then, he actually took advantage of me... when I was asleep... he... he... raped me, wuwu..."
The sudden, unexpected twist left Meng Jingwei dumbfounded.
This maneuver was truly audacious!