Upon careful thought, there was also Qing Kangyu!
Although Qing Kangyu was Qing Muye's father, if he chose to protect himself, he would have no choice but to target Qing Muye.
Given all this, how could Meng Jingwei not worry?
"Hoo~"
She sighed lightly. The thought of the man downstairs calmly chatting with Han Yu, and his composed demeanor when facing her, made Meng Jingwei feel tired for him.
The Tang family's affairs disrupted Meng Jingwei's thoughts. After half an hour of consideration, she made a video call to the person in charge of Chaoyun E-sports, understood the company's situation, and made a simple plan.
By the time everything was finished, two hours had passed.
Meng Jingwei closed her computer and was about to get up and go downstairs to find Qing Muye.
But just as she stood up, her phone rang again.
It was a text message.
She picked up her phone, and the screen's pop-up displayed the sender's name and content.
Daisy: "Need any help?"
These few simple words were enough to indicate that Daisy already knew everything.
Meng Jingwei stared at her phone, lost in thought.
Daisy was Old Chen Tou's confidante. But now that Old Chen Tou was dead, why would Daisy still come to help her?
She couldn't figure out Daisy's true intentions at all.
"Help me investigate the recent movements of the Tang family in the capital." Since she was so eager to help, Meng Jingwei naturally wouldn't refuse.
Meng Jingwei asked Daisy to investigate the Tang family, firstly because she genuinely wanted to know their recent movements, and secondly, she wanted to test whether Daisy was reliable.
"ok."
The other party acted swiftly and efficiently, without any unnecessary words.
She only replied with 'ok' and didn't say anything more.
"What are you standing there for?"
At this moment, the study door opened, and Qing Muye walked in from outside, his handsome face carrying a faint smile.
Seeing him enter, Meng Jingwei placed her phone on the table, crossed her arms, and chided, "Things are already dire, and you're still so calm and collected."
The man walked to her leisurely and stood before her. His chiseled face was filled with tenderness. "When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll build dams. If the sky falls, I'll hold it up. You don't need to worry."
Unlike other men who spoke sweet nothings, every word Qing Muye said made Meng Jingwei feel incredibly at ease.
Her red lips curved upwards. She took a step forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her cheek on his chest. "Next time you do something, can you discuss it with me?"
"Mhm, my wife is right. Aren't I coming to discuss it with you now?"
"Discuss what?"
"Discuss what my wife wants to eat for lunch? Your husband will make it for you himself." He casually put an arm around her slender waist and gently brushed aside a strand of her thick, dark hair. His every move was filled with affection.
Meng Jingwei was speechless. Knowing that Qing Muye didn't want her to know too much, she didn't ask further, only sighing, "I can't eat it. The crew called me to go back."
She would have loved to stay home for lunch, but with Tang Wanxing absent from the set, she couldn't stop working.
"Alright. When you're done filming, I'll personally make you a delicious meal," the man said, dotingly stroking her head.
"I'll be as quick as possible," Meng Jingwei smiled, then added, "Qiao Ziqian knows a little sign language, and Cheng Xiaorui doesn't really want to go to the set with me. Let her stay at home. Qiao Ziqian seems to listen to her quite a bit."
"Xiao Rui just spoke to Old Han."
"Oh, that's good."
Meng Jingwei nodded slightly and said nothing more.
The two embraced, their affection strong, and after murmuring sweet nothings for a while, they parted ways.