Meng Jingwei truly has vision problems.
"Hello, Han Junyan."
Han Junyan smiled elegantly and extended his hand for a handshake.
"Alright, you two chat, I have some company matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving," Shu Yao withdrew her hand and walked around him.
"Mm."
He responded with a hum, carrying the flowers in his arms as he entered the hospital room. Upon seeing Meng Jingwei lying on the hospital bed, he stopped two meters away.
Their eyes met, and both shared knowing smiles.
Meng Jingwei propped herself up with her hands on the bed, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, pulling the covers over herself.
In that moment, the quiet hospital room was filled with an inexplicable sense of reservation and awkwardness.
"Yesterday you..."
"What about me..."
They both spoke at the same time, only to pause after three words, looking up at each other and bursting into laughter.
"Ladies first, you go ahead."
Han Junyan placed the flowers on the table and sat down on the companion chair.
Seeing his politeness, Meng Jingwei felt a bit embarrassed.
Perhaps, it's hard to remain calm in front of one's first love.
"I just wanted to ask when you're coming back?" she said.
"I arrived in Lancheng yesterday and was invited by a friend to a jewelry exhibition. I didn't expect to run into you." Han Junyan hesitated for a moment, "Yesterday on the runway, you..."
"Such a coincidence."
Meng Jingwei interrupted him, smiling, "That's truly fate then. I happened to be walking the runway yesterday, and to create a selling point, I discussed with Ivan from Zhongling Jewelry about weaving a story with the 'First Love' jewelry collection. I didn't expect you to be there, and you misunderstood."
Knowing what Han Junyan was going to ask, she immediately explained the situation.
"So, you fainted on the spot?" the man with a face like jade smiled elegantly.
"Of course, wouldn't it be awkward if I didn't faint in that situation?" Meng Jingwei raised her eyebrows and smiled proudly, "How about it, wasn't my reaction quick?"
Her deliberately relaxed demeanor suggested she wasn't dwelling on yesterday's events.
This attitude indeed made Han Junyan feel more at ease.
He shook his head and sighed, "Still as mischievous as ever."
"Indeed."
As they chatted, both became a bit more relaxed, no longer as reserved as before.
"After so many years abroad, why did you suddenly return to China?"
"Nowhere is as good as China. I want to return and develop my career."
"That's great. There's also ample room for development in China. For an intellectual like you, with extraordinary talent, your future is boundless."
"Your flattery skills are getting better and better," Han Junyan couldn't help but chuckle. Suddenly recalling something, he asked, "I heard you were later recommended to study at Xuan University. How is it now? You majored in Marketing, so it should be easy to find a job."
Meng Jingwei had indeed majored in Marketing at Xancheng University, but after starting university, she developed a preference for computer science and chose a double major.
Originally, Meng Jingwei had a good job, but later her adoptive father was injured and needed money for medical treatment. She had to quit her job in Xancheng and come to Lancheng to work as a security guard, earning money while taking care of them.
Afterward, she met Qing Muye, and their journey has been fraught with difficulties until today.
"Perhaps I'm too picky, I haven't decided what I want to do yet." She didn't tell Han Junyan about her wedding company.
After all, the wedding company's survival depended on the Qing family, which wasn't something to be proud of.
"There's no rush to find a job, taking care of yourself is more important."
Han Junyan comforted her, then checked his wristwatch, "It's getting late, I have some things to handle. I'll come to see you again later. What's your phone number?"
"Okay." Meng Jingwei took out her phone and gave Han Junyan her number, then added, "Let's add each other on WeChat."
Han Junyan opened his WeChat QR code and said, "You have no idea how much effort I put into finding you. I asked the organizers of the jewelry exhibition, and after much searching, I finally found out you were here."
After a few more pleasantries, Han Junyan finally left.
Meng Jingwei rested in the hospital for the entire morning. After her IV drip and a change of dressing on her knee, she hobbled to the hospital to complete the discharge procedures.
As soon as she left the hospital and was on her way home by taxi, her secretary, Shi Ran, called again, informing her that all customers who had booked wedding services had cancelled their orders.
"Got it. Just continue with your work." Meng Jingwei was unfazed.
"But... the renovation next door has also been halted. Colleagues are all speculating whether Mr. Qing will continue to cooperate with us."
"Those are not things you should be worrying about. I'm here, don't worry," Meng Jingwei said sternly, then reassured Shi Ran, "You and your colleagues have been working overtime quite hard lately, so this is a good opportunity for everyone to rest properly."
"Oh, okay."
Shi Ran seemed to understand something but didn't say more.
The reason she left the hospital so quickly was that she had arduous tasks ahead, many things she needed to do that could not be delayed.
In the afternoon, Shu Yao called Meng Jingwei, "Weiwei, it's been found out. The person who tampered with your shoes yesterday was Chu Xue."
Upon hearing it was Chu Xue, Meng Jingwei wasn't surprised, as if everything was within expectations.
"Okay, I know."
"That's it?"
"What do you want me to do? Chu Xue is the eldest princess of Chu Group. Am I supposed to go beat her up?" Meng Jingwei scoffed, chatted casually with Shu Yao for a bit, and hung up the phone.
Afterward, Meng Jingwei took a car to the wedding company and held a meeting with all her colleagues, outlining the future plans, stabilizing morale, and announcing that she would be going on a month-long business trip out of town.
Following this, Meng Jingwei booked a flight and went to several places in other provinces to 'travel'.
Meanwhile, at the President's Office of Songyu Group.
Song Jun reported Meng Jingwei's itinerary for the past few days to Qing Muye, "Miss Meng went to the ancient city of Yian Province for a tour, then bought tickets to Ningxi and Quanjing City, all tourist destinations. She's likely looking to relax."
Qing Muye, who was processing documents, frowned slightly, finding Meng Jingwei's behavior somewhat perplexing.
This wasn't her usual style.
"What about Han Junyan?" he asked.
"Han Junyan has joined Chu Group, applying for the position of President of the Headquarters of HejiaHuan Mall, and is currently in his probationary period, busy every day."
Song Jun reported the results of his investigation in meticulous detail.
Qing Muye glanced at some documents on his desk, his eyes narrowing, "Alright, you can go."
"Then... should I continue investigating Miss Meng's whereabouts?"
"No need."
"Yes." Song Jun turned and left.
Qing Muye stared at the documents on his desk, lost in thought.
That night, in the hospital, Meng Jingwei's words had deeply wounded Qing Muye.
He had thought that cutting off business for Xiuhe Wedding would make the woman yield, but it seemed that was not the case.
Going on vacation?
It seemed she was living quite comfortably.
Not only Qing Muye but everyone else assumed Meng Jingwei was simply traveling, even joining local tour groups.
Little did they know, the tour group Meng Jingwei had signed up for had nine other members, all of whom were members of the 'Zilong Legion'.