Leaving the hospital, Li Yun'er was "fully armed," concealing herself thoroughly, wanting to hide her identity.
However, as soon as she reached the parking lot, before she could get into her car, she saw Song Ci walking towards her.
"Assistant Song, you... why are you here?"
Li Yun'er's question was laced with guilt.
Judging by Song Ci's position, he had likely been waiting for her for a while.
"Miss Li, the boss wants to see you."
Song Ci approached her, his expression serious and his demeanor somewhat detached.
"Mu... Brother Muye is looking for me? What does he want?"
For some reason, a sense of foreboding washed over her. Her heart sank, and she trembled, as if fearing something terrible would happen.
Song Ci gestured, "Miss Li, please get in the car!"
His attitude was forceful, a stark contrast to his previous deference.
Li Yun'er clutched her bag, raising a hand to adjust her sunglasses and mask, sinking into deep thought once more.
She had been so well-concealed, yet Song Ci recognized her instantly.
It seemed he had been waiting for a long time. But what could have prompted Song Ci to seek her out in person, instead of simply calling Qing Muye?
Despite her anxiety, Li Yun'er followed Song Ci into the car.
As the car slowly drove away, she felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles.
She took out her phone and called Qing Muye, but after a few rings, no one answered.
"Assistant Song, where are we going?"
Li Yun'er removed her sunglasses and asked tentatively.
Song Ci remained silent, not answering.
"Yesterday, what happened yesterday, how is the investigation going? Brother Muye... he wouldn't have treated Jingwei so harshly, would he?"
Not getting the answer she wanted, Li Yun'er tried to probe indirectly.
After yesterday, Li Yun'er had sent people to look for Meng Jingwei, but she hadn't found either Meng Jingwei or Qing Muye all day, so she couldn't be sure what Qing Muye had done to Meng Jingwei.
Or perhaps, he had done nothing at all.
The car drove eastward, heading towards North Ring Road.
Li Yun'er finally realized something was amiss. "Assistant Song, where are we going? Where is Brother Muye now?"
"You'll know when we get there," Song Ci evaded her questions, avoiding anything about Meng Jingwei.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped at a hospital.
This hospital was located in the outskirts of the city, quite remote.
Sitting in the car, Li Yun'er looked at the hospital before her, her hands tightening on her bag. Her heart leaped into her throat. "Why... why... are we coming to a hospital?"
She instinctively reached out to cover her abdomen, already suspecting something.
Song Ci parked the car and glanced at Li Yun'er through the rearview mirror. "Miss Li, please get out of the car."
"No, if you don't tell me what this is about, I absolutely will not get out."
She shook her head like a rattle. "I want to see Brother Muye, I want to see Brother Muye."
Breathing shallowly from her anxiety, Li Yun'er spoke while dialing Qing Muye's number.
"Beep, beep, beep—"
The phone rang a few times, and the person on the other end picked up.
"Wuwu... Brother Muye, where are you? Song Ci brought me to Xinhua Hospital..."
"I'm waiting for you on the fifth floor of Xinhua Hospital."
With that, Qing Muye hung up directly.
It was already eleven o'clock in the morning.
Li Yun'er's face turned pale with fear. She tried calling Qing Muye again, but there was no answer.
Just as she hesitated to get out of the car, the rear door opened, revealing several bodyguards in suits standing outside.
Their demeanor suggested they were prepared to forcibly take her upstairs.
Li Yun'er gripped her phone, wanting to call Madam Qing for help, but Song Ci stepped forward, snatched her phone, and gestured to the bodyguards beside him.
The bodyguards immediately stepped forward, flanked Li Yun'er, while another covered her mouth. They directly carried her upstairs as she struggled.
This hospital was quite remote. Li Yun'er had lived in Lancheng for a long time and didn't know what this hospital was for.
She desperately wanted to shout for help, but the vast lobby of the hospital had no staff. Its emptiness filled her with panic and despair.
They entered the elevator and went upstairs.
Like fish on a chopping block, Li Yun'er finally met Qing Muye in the director's office on the fifth floor.
The man who had come from the boxing gym showered and changed into a black pinstripe suit. He stood tall and leaned against the desk, holding a cigarette between his fingers, taking a puff.
Seeing Li Yun'er brought in, he raised his hand slightly, signaling them to release her.
The bodyguards nodded, standing aside, and Song Ci closed the office door.
Upon seeing Qing Muye, Li Yun'er immediately rushed towards him, clutching his sleeves with both hands, tears streaming down her face. "Wuwuwu... Brother Muye, why did you bring me here? What is this place? Wuwu... I'm scared, wuwu..."
Qing Muye looked down, glancing at the wrinkled suit sleeve in her grasp, his brow furrowing in displeasure. "That car accident several months ago, did you really save me?"
Although he had irrefutable evidence, Qing Muye was still giving Li Yun'er a chance.
But Li Yun'er had no room to retreat. Without hesitation, she nodded. "Yes, it was me, I saved you. At that time, my father wanted to train me, so he sent me out to deliver food, just to experience life. It's true, everything I'm saying is true."
Looking down at the woman before him, every word she spoke made Qing Muye doubt her.
He casually picked up a file from his side and threw it directly at Li Yun'er's face.
The thick manila envelope slapped against her face with a 'pa' sound. Just the sound alone made her feel a sting on her cheek.
Li Yun'er naturally felt the pain, but her entire focus was on the manila file in front of her, and she couldn't even bother with the pain in her face.
She crouched down, picked up the file that had fallen to the floor, and stammered, "What... what is this?"
Qing Muye took a slow puff of his cigarette, the faint smoke exhaling from his sensual lips, drifting towards Li Yun'er's face.
Though he said nothing, his intention was clear.
Li Yun'er's trembling hands opened the manila envelope. Inside were several photographs. The images were not very clear, but the bottom right corner of the photos showed dates and times.
It looked like screenshots from a video.
"This... Brother Muye, why... why did you take screenshots for me?"
A sudden, solitary laugh escaped her tear-stained face, followed by a fresh gush of tears.
She knew the date of that day all too clearly.
"What, you don't remember so quickly?" the man raised an eyebrow, his stern face shrouded in an icy, killing intent.
With a single glance, his frigid gaze, carrying immense pressure, made Li Yun'er's face turn pale.
She stumbled back a step, shaking her head. "I don't know, I don't know anything."
She truly didn't know.
Qing Muye let out a sneer and said nothing.
Song Ci stepped forward and said, "Miss Li, you truly have remarkable methods. Deleting the video of Miss Meng saving the boss, and using the token the boss gave Miss Meng, you thought you could pass off the counterfeit as genuine? But your cleverness backfired. You only remembered to delete the road surveillance video, but forgot to delete the videos of you celebrating with friends at a bar that night."