Qing Muye didn't even look at the files. He held a pen and was signing a document on the desk, tapping the pen lightly on the desk to signal for the file to be placed aside.
"Notify finance to transfer one hundred million to A'wei's account tomorrow."
"Yes."
Song Ci nodded, as if thinking of something, and asked, "What about the final payment for Miss Meng's company?"
"The wedding had problems. According to the contract, the final payment is not required."
Qing Muye said with an air of justification.
It seemed to be done according to regulations and systems, but in reality, he didn't want to add to Meng Jingwei's psychological burden.
Regarding the wedding banquet, the actions of Xiao Cheng and Xiao Meiyan had caused irreversible and severe consequences. He had given Meng Jingwei face by not holding Xiao Cheng accountable further.
Meng Jingwei bearing his immense 'favor' was also a burden.
Therefore, not giving her the final wedding banquet payment could make Meng Jingwei feel somewhat relieved.
"Okay. I will notify finance tomorrow."
After speaking, Song Ci turned to leave.
"Wait."
Qing Muye called out, thoughtfully saying, "Issue an order that if any reporters appear at 'Encounter' Wedding Planning again, the newspaper office will be shut down directly. Also, online, I don't want to see any more topics about A'wei."
Having followed Qing Muye for a long time, Song Ci had never seen their boss care about anyone this much.
"By the way, I remember a few brothers are getting married this month?" Qing Muye suddenly asked.
Song Ci nodded, "Yes. Boss, are you going to give wedding gifts?"
"Notify them that anyone who goes to 'Encounter' Wedding Planning will have all their expenses reimbursed by the company."
"Got it. Your subordinate will ensure it's done flawlessly."
Song Ci took the order and left the study.
He just knew that his boss wasn't stingy at all. How could he have withheld the 150 million final payment for Miss Meng's wedding planning?
Wasn't this just a roundabout way of supporting Miss Meng's business?
Dragon Creek Villa.
Li Yun'er, who had been jilted, returned home and smashed everything in her room, leaving it in a mess, like a landfill.
She even cut the wedding dress she was wearing into shreds but still hadn't taken it off.
She lay weakly on the bed, her styled hair already a mess, falling onto her forehead.
Li Yun'er browsed Weibo, looking at the trending topics.
#Socialite Li Yun'er Exposed for Miscarriage#, #Young Master Qing Breaks Off Engagement Publicly on Wedding Day#, #Why Did Li Yun'er Force Her Sister's Fetus to Die?, #Qing Muye, Li Yun'er Peacefully End Engagement#
She casually clicked on one of the trending topics. The video showed her at the wedding venue, being exposed for being forced into a miscarriage.
One news item had over a million likes and over two hundred thousand comments.
Opening the comments, the top comment was "Deep as the Sea are the Rich Families."
"Under this farce, Young Master Qing only said they broke off the engagement peacefully, giving Li Yun'er enough face."
"The absurdities caused by the Li family have caused the Qing family to lose face."
"Li Yun'er isn't a good person either. The video says she forced her sister to miscarry at first."
"The sisters look exactly alike. Could it be a fight over a man?"
"Who is this Meng Jingwei?"
"The video was exposed at the wedding. I'm afraid it's an enemy seeking revenge."
"What a shame for our Lan City's most talented woman. She might have trouble getting married in the future."
"Looking at Li Yun'er's manipulative behavior, it's obvious she's not a good person."
...
The scolding in the comment section was much less than Li Yun'er had expected, and her taut nerves gradually relaxed.
However, some sharp comments from netizens still felt like sharp daggers, stabbing her to the heart, making her suffocate.
After venting her anger all afternoon, Li Yun'er was exhausted and could no longer get angry.
She became unusually calm.
Calmly, she clicked on the video and watched it play. Her eyes inadvertently swept across Meng Jingwei standing in the crowd.
Li Yun'er's eyes immediately filled with blazing anger.
"Meng Jingwei, do you think you can ruin me like this?"
Her eyes narrowed. "What I, Li Yun'er, cannot have, you will never, ever get in this lifetime!"
Downstairs in the hall.
Li Fu'an and his wife dismissed the servants and sat in the living room, their expressions serious and quiet.
Li Fu'an took a sip of tea, looked up at the second floor, and sighed with regret, saying, "After today, I'm afraid she will hate Jingwei even more."
Zhao Ruolan sat on the sofa, seemingly leisurely brewing tea, but her heart was heavy.
"The wedding banquet incident happened suddenly. Although it was all beyond expectations, one person's appearance today was peculiar." She held a purple clay teapot, poured a cup of tea, picked up the clear tea, and sniffed its fragrance.
"Who?"
"Shu Yao."
"Who is Shu Yao?" Li Fu'an didn't know Shu Yao's background.
"Last time, after Jingwei had a fire, she was kidnapped the day after being hospitalized and met Shu Yao when she escaped, who took her abroad. Fortunately, Qing Muye arrived in time to rescue her. After that, Shu Yao repeatedly approached Meng Jingwei, and today, after the incident, she brazenly rescued her. But later, for some reason, Jingwei ran away herself. I suppose she also suspects Shu Yao's identity. This girl is smarter than we imagine."
Zhao Ruolan said with deep feeling.
On the contrary, Li Fu'an beside her shivered, and the purple clay cup in his hand fell directly to the ground. "You said... Shu Yao took Meng Jingwei abroad? Where? Could it be Country C?"
Zhao Ruolan shook her head, "I don't know."
"If you don't know, then investigate."
"Investigate? Easier said than done. A month ago, Qing Muye was already investigating this woman named Shu Yao, but found nothing. What can we possibly find?"
Li Fu'an bent down to pick up the purple clay cup that had fallen on the carpet, his finger stroking the edge of the cup, and said distractedly, "It seems that a storm is brewing in Lan City."
Zhao Ruolan remained silent for a moment, finished the tea in her cup, and put down the purple clay teapot. "I'll go up and see Yun'er."
...
It was late at night.
Meng Jingwei tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
She played a game for a while, then opened Weibo to check the events of the day. But unexpectedly, the news that had been trending in the afternoon seemed to have evaporated into thin air, disappearing without a trace.
The entire Weibo was as still as dead water, unable to stir any ripples.
It seemed Qing Muye had intervened.
In the dead of night, with no sign of sleepiness, Meng Jingwei got out of bed, changed into clothes, sat in front of the dressing table, and applied smoky makeup. Under the heavy makeup, she put on a wig with an Afro hairstyle, instantly changing her appearance, disguising herself so well that even her mother wouldn't recognize her.
She walked out of the room and happened to run into Qing Muye, who was coming out of the study.
The two of them froze, looking at each other, stunned for a second.
Qing Muye subconsciously thought a thief had broken into the house, but that figure, if not Meng Jingwei, who else could it be?
"It's so late, where are you going?"
He asked with concern.
"Holy crap, I'm disguised like this, and you can still recognize me?" Meng Jingwei looked down at herself in self-doubt, then walked to a mirror by the bar and examined herself. "Is something wrong? If you can recognize me, won't others recognize me outside too?"
"Answer my question."
Qing Muye tilted his head and took a sip of red wine, walked to the bar, put down the glass, and questioned again.