When he said "good boy," the man also reached out and ruffled her hair, his doting expression warming Meng Jingwei's heart.
"Mm, okay."
This time, Meng Jingwei didn't insist on staying because she had two little lives growing inside her. For the safety of her children, she had to ensure her own safety.
"Master Chen, Daisy, I'll leave A'wei to you."
Qing Muye looked at them. "You've also been busy for a few days. Go back and rest well. Thank you for your hard work."
These were just polite words, and he didn't mention anything about 'danger.'
"Alright, I'll take this brat back."
Old Chen nodded heavily, stepped forward, took Meng Jingwei's hand, and headed for the back door.
"Let's go to the rooftop."
Seeing them about to leave through the back door, Qing Muye instructed them to go to the rooftop.
The few people paused, looked back at him, then walked towards the elevator and headed straight for the rooftop.
Everyone understood what was going to happen today and didn't voice it.
Even though Meng Jingwei was very worried about Qing Muye, she didn't say anything overly emotional like 'take care.'
Because...
She believed Qing Muye could handle it.
After a short while, a rumbling sound echoed from the rooftop of the Atlantis Hotel, the rotor blades of a helicopter creating a deafening noise.
It was precisely the sound of the helicopter that triggered a fierce battle.
*Diu~*
*Bang, bang, bang—!*
Suddenly, several gunshots rang out from the hotel's second-floor banquet hall. Accompanied by screams and the crashing of tables and chairs, the banquet hall was thrown into utter chaos.
Subsequently, another group joined the fray, but this group was Han Yu's men.
It was Qing Muye's wedding day, so Han Yu had not entered the banquet itself but had been monitoring every move from the surveillance, ensuring absolute security.
"Have Shiran and Chu Xue left yet?"
Tang Si and Qing Muye, holding pistols, stood at a corner. Tang Si suddenly thought of Shiran.
"They left half an hour ago."
As Qing Muye spoke, he fired several shots at the wall behind him, not forgetting to tease, "What, you've fallen for Shiran?"
"Bullshit… Damn it, so many people!"
Tang Si watched as bullets whizzed past him, eventually punching several holes in the marble pillar opposite, scattering dust.
He cursed and continued, "I just think that little Shiran is quite cute, and she helped me before. I can't just ignore her."
"If you like her, just say it. It's not like you to be afraid to admit it!"
Qing Muye teased, then leaped forward, taking cover behind a table, raising his gun, and firing several shots at the men in suits appearing on the third-floor corridor.
As the gunshots subsided, one of the men he hit fell from the railing, landing with a thud on a table on the second floor.
The Atlantis Hotel had excellent soundproofing, and since it was Qing Muye's wedding, no one within a five-hundred-meter radius could get close, so they weren't afraid of being heard.
The helicopter on the rooftop had been brought in by him by someone else half a month ago at three in the morning. The rooftop was locked, and no one could access it.
At that time, Qing Muye had already arranged for Song Ci to be waiting for them to escort them away.
Song Ci's capable subordinates, who had faced life and death with him and gone through hails of bullets, were not to be underestimated.
Entrusting Meng Jingwei to them, Qing Muye was naturally at ease.
Inside the hotel, people continued to pour in, and the gunshots were incessant. In a short period, the banquet hall was reduced to ruins, with bullet holes visible everywhere, densely packed.
Meanwhile, outside the hotel, in a black Rolls-Royce, Anthony sat in the back seat, his cold eyes fixed on Song Jun in the passenger seat. "Qing Muye is meticulous. He had his own people replace all the hotel staff, so my men couldn't get close to her. Song Jun, I'm only giving you one chance!"