Qing Muye’s hand, holding chopsticks, paused. He then put them down, interlaced his fingers on the table, and his gaze was calm. "What do you want to know? Old Shen called me this morning and said you knew everything."
"I didn't realize you were so frequently in contact with Old Shen."
Meng Jingwei pouted. "You keep everything from me. Tell me, what was the purpose of this staged kidnapping?"
After much thought, she felt Qing Muye's kidnapping was unusual.
Including Song Jun.
Song Ci and Song Jun were Qing Muye's right-hand men. If they were truly reckless, Qing Muye would never have kept them by his side.
Hearing this, Qing Muye couldn't help but chuckle. "You're so clever, what am I supposed to do with you?"
Meng Jingwei narrowed her clear eyes and smiled playfully, threatening, "It's good that you know I'm smart. If you dare to do anything bad behind my back in the future, you'll be finished."
"How will you 'finish' me?"
He asked with a half-smile.
A serious topic had unexpectedly veered into suggestive territory.
Meng Jingwei was stunned, her surprised gaze fixed on Qing Muye. "...You, you're shameless."
The man was amused by her reaction. "I'm just teasing you."
He lowered his eyelids, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Since you've figured it out, I won't hide it from you anymore. The staged kidnapping was just to investigate one thing."
"What thing?"
Qing Muye shook his head. "Someone has been investigating you in secret all along, even planting many informants. This person has close ties to the Yin Clan and is extremely mysterious."
"Old Shen mobilized people from Country C to investigate the identity of the mastermind. The results pointed to Flake. However, Flake, although the head of the Black Hand, is a cripple and rarely leaves his castle."
"To verify if Flake is truly disabled and to understand him, I risked entering the castle."
At this point, he looked at Meng Jingwei and sighed with regret. "Unfortunately, the person closely associated with the Yin Clan is not Flake."
"If not him, then who?"
Meng Jingwei grew more puzzled. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she asked, "Why not investigate Han Junyan? He's the most suspicious."
"Old Shen started with Han Junyan, and followed the clues to Flake."
"It's so troublesome. Why not just capture Han Junyan and interrogate him rigorously?"
"You underestimate Han Junyan. If he could have been caught, I wouldn't have had to risk going to the castle."
"What do you mean?"
"Han Junyan is cunning and has a deep mind, but he's like a crafty rabbit with three burrows. Old Shen's men have tried to apprehend him multiple times without success."
"He's hiding quite deeply," Meng Jingwei couldn't help but sigh.
It seemed her understanding of Han Junyan was indeed too superficial.
"However, this trip was not entirely in vain. In Flake's study, I still found some clues and discovered the name of the person behind it all. It's just a pity..."
Qing Muye paused here, shaking his head regretfully.
"A pity what?"
Meng Jingwei sounded a little anxious.
"The other party is unfathomable. We only have his name, and there's no information about him anywhere on the internet. Even the only photograph is an old black and white one, very blurry."
This meant that the trail had gone cold again.
Meng Jingwei: "..."
Qing Muye's expression was serious, and his demeanor made Meng Jingwei even more nervous.
It had been less than twenty-four hours since she learned her true identity, and the news that followed had only deepened her shock, even making her feel a sense of fear.
"If you can't find out, how powerful is that person? And Han Junyan, I don't think he even knows the identity of the mysterious person behind him."
Haunted by fear, Meng Jingwei's face showed a hint of unease.
Qing Muye noticed the expression on her cheek. He stood up and walked to her side, placing his large hand on the back of her head, pulling her towards him.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Qing Muye's long fingers brushed through her hair, and he said earnestly, "As long as I, Qing Muye, am alive, I will never let anything happen to you."
A strong sense of security instantly enveloped Meng Jingwei, making her feel incredibly at ease.
Meng Jingwei leaned against him, sighing with helplessness. "Such a huge effort, and it even caused Song Jun to be injured so badly. We only found the name of the mastermind. I can't imagine how powerful the person behind it all is."
"A Ye, actually... you don't need to do so much for me. After all... after all, we're not married yet, and we're not truly husband and wife."
Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest; they fly separately when disaster strikes.
Meng Jingwei felt a pang of guilt that Qing Muye was doing so much for her when they weren't even married.
What shocked her was that the person behind it all had immense power. Even with the combined efforts of Old Shen and Qing Muye, they couldn't find any information about that person. She couldn't imagine how astonishing it would be when that person revealed their true face.
Facing the unpredictable power of the opponent, Meng Jingwei had already prepared for the worst.
Perhaps, in the near future, death would await her.
Old Shen had said she was a descendant of the Yin Clan, but to protect her, Li Yun'er had been "introduced."
Now that they knew Li Yun'er's identity but still kept her, it was highly possible that Li Yun'er would replace her.
The future was unpredictable, but it was destined to be full of thorns and hardships.
Perhaps it would bring light, or perhaps darkness.
Meng Jingwei did not want Qing Muye to risk himself alongside her.
This matter wasn't of great importance to him. Why was she dragging him into it?
"Then we'll return to the country this afternoon. As soon as we arrive, we'll go register our marriage." Qing Muye understood that Meng Jingwei was thinking of his well-being.
"I don't want to," Meng Jingwei slowly shook her head, showing some resistance. "You've already done enough for me. I just hope you live a peaceful life. If... I'm just saying if, if something unfortunate happens to me, please take good care of my adoptive parents."
"They are just ordinary people. They worked hard their entire lives to raise me, and it wasn't easy."
It was because her adoptive mother couldn't conceive that she had adopted her back then.
She had taken meticulous care of her and cherished her as if she were her own.
Meng Jingwei was an intelligent person. She already knew her true identity. Although she didn't want to accept it, she was well aware that she lacked the ability and strength to resist or oppose it.
It was no exaggeration to call her a fish on a chopping board.
She had absolutely no room for choice.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Qing Muye lightly flicked her forehead. "Once you're mine, Qing Muye's woman, you're my woman. If you dare to run away, I'll break your legs."
He said the most hateful words in the gentlest tone.
But in Meng Jingwei's ears, it brought a pang of sadness.
How fortunate had she been to "pick up" such a good man?
Yes, hadn't she picked him up?
She had picked up this man during a car accident while delivering food years ago.
Was this what people called "good rewards good deeds"?
"Hehehe, I'm just teasing you."
Meng Jingwei forced a smile. "But there's no rush to get the marriage certificate. Let's handle everything else first. Once everything is settled, we'll get the certificate, and then you can give me a super romantic wedding, okay?"
It was her usual tactic of procrastination, trying to delay for as long as possible.
Because the more Meng Jingwei understood the gravity of the situation, the less she wanted to drag him "into the water."