Faced with the question, Qing Muye’s exquisite face turned colder, "You should ask him."
The hand holding the cigarette pointed at Xiao Cheng, his eyes filled with immeasurable disdain.
Meng Jingwei's mind went blank, unable to ascertain the truth of the matter in such a short time.
She clasped Xiao Cheng's shoulders with both hands, looking at his bruised and purple face, which had lost its former handsome and dashing appearance. "Does today's matter have anything to do with you?"
Based on her understanding of Qing Muye, Meng Jingwei knew he was not an arbitrary person.
If he lacked analytical and judgmental skills in handling matters, he wouldn't have been able to reach his current position, unshakeable.
As for Xiao Cheng, he was always his own way and disdained lying.
So, who was lying?
Or where did the problem lie?
She didn't care.
Xiao Cheng's eyes were swollen from being beaten, but it didn't hinder him from scrutinizing Meng Jingwei's expression at close range.
In her confused eyes, he seemed to see disappointment.
He nudged his tongue against his cheek, licked his lips with a bloodthirsty glint, and scoffed, "...No."
Xiao Cheng ultimately chose to lie.
"It has nothing to do with you, or does it have to do with her?" Qing Muye said in a deep voice.
All eyes fell on Xiao Meiyan, who turned pale with fright and shook her head like a rattle. "No, no, no, it has nothing to do with me, absolutely nothing. Wuwu... it really has nothing to do with me..."
Meng Jingwei glanced at Xiao Meiyan, who was crying her heart out, and then turned her gaze back to Xiao Cheng. "Is what Qing Muye said true?"
She stared at Xiao Cheng without blinking, as if trying to penetrate his thoughts through his eyes.
The guilty Xiao Cheng couldn't withstand her burning gaze and lowered his head slightly, glancing at Xiao Meiyan. He saw her desperately shaking her head.
Although Xiao Meiyan said nothing, Xiao Cheng knew it was Xiao Meiyan's strong will to survive.
She was his sister, his only sister whom he considered family.
"Xiao Cheng, why aren't you speaking?"
No matter how slow she was, Meng Jingwei could sense something strange from Xiao Cheng's reaction.
"Cough cough... it hurts..."
Xiao Cheng raised his hand to cover his chest, gasped in pain, and shook his head firmly, "It has nothing to do with Meiyan."
Although she had been suspicious of Xiao Meiyan, Xiao Cheng's words greatly reassured Meng Jingwei.
It was good that it had nothing to do with her.
That meant it was all a misunderstanding.
She knew Xiao Cheng wouldn't be so despicable.
"Qing Muye, could this really be a misunderstanding?"
Meng Jingwei released Xiao Cheng and walked towards Qing Muye, hoping he would spare Xiao Cheng and his sister and reinvestigate the matter.
She walked step by step towards the man. The man's gaze had been on Meng Jingwei the entire time. Only when she approached did he give a look to Song Ci, who stood beside him.
Bang, bang—
Ah!~~
With two soft sounds, followed by a sharp cry that pierced the silence.
"Ah, my leg, it hurts so much, help me..."
"Wuwu... Brother, save me..."
"Qing Muye, what the hell do you think you're doing? Stop it!"
Xiao Meiyan cried hysterically. Xiao Cheng lunged at Xiao Meiyan like a madman, "Meiyan, are you okay? What's wrong? Where are you hurt?"
The sudden action stunned Meng Jingwei for a moment. She then turned abruptly, but before she could see Xiao Meiyan's miserable state, Qing Muye grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. He wrapped his left hand around the back of her head and covered her eyes from the side, "Don't look."
His voice, as gentle as water, was like a spring breeze in March, bathing people's hearts.
However, Meng Jingwei was not moved by his actions. Instead, she struggled in anger, "Qing Muye, let go of me, you scoundrel, how could you shoot Xiao Meiyan?"
"Miss Meng, you should see this."
Just as Xiao Cheng was holding Xiao Meiyan and speaking, Song Ci, standing beside Xiao Cheng, handed a document to Meng Jingwei.
Qing Muye released Meng Jingwei, withdrew his hand, and his gaze suddenly brightened.
Meng Jingwei glanced back in Xiao Meiyan's direction, but several bodyguards blocked her, so Meng Jingwei could see nothing.
She simply lowered her head to look at the document in her hand. As she read, her brow furrowed, and the hand holding the A4 paper gradually tightened, deforming the paper.
The document contained a photograph, and the person in the photograph had also appeared at the scene of Li Yun'er's humiliation.
The paper had the person's ID and background information, along with a bank transfer record.
The transferor was... Xiao Meiyan.
Suddenly, a sense of loss arose, with extreme penetrative power, deeply piercing her internal organs. The pain swept through her entire body, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
She didn't continue reading and slowly closed her eyes, handing the document back to Song Ci.
This document was discovered by Song Ci when he was investigating Li Yun'er under Qing Muye's orders. He unexpectedly uncovered the matter of Li Yun'er being humiliated and followed the clues, easily identifying the instigator behind it, Xiao Meiyan.
Even though Xiao Meiyan had sent people to silence witnesses, crucial evidence had already been obtained by Song Ci.
But Xiao Meiyan naively believed that if everyone died, her crimes would remain hidden.
On the other side, Xiao Cheng was engaged in a fierce fight with several bodyguards. Perhaps because Xiao Meiyan was injured, he fought like an enraged lion, his combat power exploding as he fought like a madman.
Xiao Meiyan cried on the ground in pain, blood constantly flowing from the gunshot wound in her leg, which was quite serious.
Meng Jingwei walked over slowly, ignoring the people fighting and entangled beside her, and looked down at Xiao Meiyan from above. "Does today's matter have anything to do with you?"
"Wuwu... Meng Jingwei..."
Xiao Meiyan, lying on the ground, reached out a blood-stained hand and grabbed her trouser leg, trembling with pain as she said, "It really... really has nothing to do with me. Save me... I beg you to save me... I'll give you money. I'll give you one hundred thousand, two... two hundred thousand... It's okay. Wuwu... it hurts so much... wuwu..."
Normally, Meng Jingwei was very fond of money because she was short of it.
But at this moment, Xiao Meiyan's words deeply hurt her heart, as if trampling her dignity underfoot.
For the first time, she deeply felt the humiliation of being 'rewarded' with money.
"Meng Jingwei, watch closely, this is the man you love. Ruthless, disregarding human life... Mmph..."
The severely injured Xiao Cheng weakly climbed up from the ground, clutching his injured abdomen, staggering as he pointed at Qing Muye and said with a contemptuous smile.
Heaven knows how disappointed, heartbroken, ridiculous, and pathetic Meng Jingwei felt listening to Xiao Cheng's words at this moment!
She had trusted Xiao Cheng so much, only to find out that they had used her as a stepping stone in the end!
If the truth of the matter had not been revealed, and if Qing Muye had not trusted her, she might have met her end today.
Unfortunately, even now, the siblings still didn't know that Meng Jingwei had learned the truth.
Meng Jingwei looked at Xiao Meiyan, who was still holding her trouser leg on the ground. She had been shot in her left leg, and the other shot had hit the ground, but it still hurt Xiao Meiyan so much that she kept moaning.