Meng Jingwei could clearly see the struggle and pain in Old Shen’s eyes.
Even so, she didn’t back down an inch.
“My life, if you want it, I can give it to you,” Old Shen slowly raised his head, sighing. “But now is not the time. The situation is not yet stable, and I still bear a mission. Once you are firmly established as the Hidden Master, you can take my life whenever you wish.”
“Heh.”
Meng Jingwei let out a mocking laugh, reaching out to wipe the blood from her palms with a tissue. “What if I refuse?”
Then, she answered her own question, “Are you planning to threaten me with my two children far away in Lancheng, aren’t you?”
She hit the nail on the head.
Old Shen didn’t hide anything, saying earnestly, “You and Qing Muyie are in the Hidden Clan. I’m just worried about the safety of the two children. You must know that He Kaqingtang has designs on your children, and I am protecting them.”
Because of Meng Jingwei’s identity, He Kaqingtang indeed harbored ill intentions towards her two children, wanting to use them as leverage.
However, Old Shen had taken the children away first, thwarting He Kaqingtang’s intentions.
“Hearing you say that, should I thank you?”
Meng Jingwei was not surprised by Old Shen’s admission.
From the day she arrived in the Hidden Clan, she knew they wouldn’t let the two children go, but she also knew they wouldn’t harm the children immediately.
“I was forced to do it,”
Old Shen spread his hands, sighing with great helplessness. “For the sake of the countless poor people suffering in dire straits, I had to do this.”
In his view, the poverty in the Hidden Clan’s poor districts was all caused by He Kaqingtang.
“He Kaqingtang is incompetent and unfit to be the Hidden Master,” Old Shen emphasized again.
Meng Jingwei smiled without speaking.
In her opinion, what Old Shen called ‘an act of profound righteousness’ was nothing but a joke.
Under the guise of justice, he engaged in sordid deeds, which were despicable.
“Where are the children?”
After a long pause, she finally asked.
“Don’t worry, the children are very safe with me. I’ve hired three nannies and bodyguards to look after them day and night, and there will be absolutely no mishaps.”
“I’ll ask again, where are the children?”
Meng Jingwei’s expression turned cold, her hand tightly gripping the tissue, the knuckles on the back of her hand turning slightly white.
“They are not in the Hidden Clan, but I am taking very good care of them. You don’t need to worry.”
“Where are the children!?”
She asked again, gritting her teeth, filled with immense anger.
“In Lancheng…”
Bang—!
Before Old Shen could finish speaking, there was a loud bang as the living room door was violently kicked open.
“Damn it, where’s that old bastard?”
Tang Si’s roar came from the doorway as he strode in.
Seeing Old Shen, he approached menacingly, grabbed Old Shen by the collar, and punched him squarely in the face.
“You old thing, how dare you show your face here. You injured my woman so badly, how do you intend to resolve this?”
Tang Si was enraged, wishing he could tear him apart with his bare hands.
Meng Jingwei sat on the sofa, feigning ignorance, calmly taking two zisha cups from the tray, leisurely pouring tea, sipping it, and observing the scene.
She knew that Tang Si harbored deep resentment towards Old Shen, and upon learning that Old Shen had come, he would come to vent his anger.
Tang Si threw a punch, but Old Shen caught it bare-handed. He swiftly struck Tang Si’s abdomen with his right hand.
After all, he was a trained martial artist. Although Tang Si was skilled, the difference was obvious compared to Old Shen.
He was sent staggering back several steps by the punch, clutching his abdomen in pain, gritting his teeth, his face contorted in agony.