"Xiao Cheng likes Meng Jingwei, you forced her to marry you, and then you did so many things..." Freck couldn't bear to say the unpleasant words. He looked up at her and ordered, "Remember what I said."
These words were only said to Antina. In reality, Freck greatly admired Qing Muye's ability and considered him a rare partner.
Freck was not an unreasonable person, and businessmen valued profit more.
Antina wanted to retort, but on second thought, if she defied her father, she was afraid he wouldn't help her find Xiao Cheng's whereabouts anymore.
Letting go of her obsession with Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei was difficult, but being pregnant, she cared even more about Xiao Cheng.
Although the child was not Xiao Cheng's, the absence of companionship during her pregnancy made her feel increasingly lonely.
"As long as you can bring him back, I will agree," Antina said, then stood up and went upstairs.
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Lancheng, Zhuo Rui Technology, President's Office.
After returning to Lancheng, Qing Muye plunged back into work, extremely busy.
At this moment, the phone on his desk rang.
He glanced at the phone screen. A familiar phone number, and the location displayed as Beijing.
The call was expected, and Qing Muye was not surprised at all.
Putting down the pen in his hand, he picked up the phone unhurriedly, his handsome fingers sliding the answer button, and held the phone to his ear vertically...
"Qing Muye, how dare you lay your hands on my Xing'er? Are you tired of living?"
Before, because Tang Wanxing liked Qing Muye, he treated Qing Muye with utmost courtesy.
Now that his daughter had suffered a cruel fate, Tang Nian's attitude towards Qing Muye had changed 180 degrees.
Forget courtesy; he now wished he could appear before Qing Muye immediately and kill him!
"What, you are allowed to lay hands on Awei, but I'm not allowed to lay hands on Tang Wanxing?" Qing Muye scoffed, "The officials are allowed to set fire, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps?"
Qing Muye was not afraid of the threat.
Meng Jingwei was his woman. He blamed himself for being incompetent for not being able to protect his own woman.
Fortunately, the person he had arranged to be by Meng Jingwei's side arrived in time to protect her. Otherwise, for the rest of his life, he would be immersed in pain and unable to move on.
"Meng Jingwei is just a cheap life. What right does she have to be worth you offending my entire Tang family for her?"
Tang Nian, on the other end of the phone, was furious. He wished he could rush to Qing Muye right now and question him.
Qing Muye leaned back in his executive chair, looking up at the ceiling, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The day-long toil made his eyes dry, and he felt mentally and physically exhausted.
After pausing for two seconds, he slowly spoke, "Because she is the mother of my child, my woman, Qing Muye. Is that reason enough?"
After speaking, Qing Muye added, "The person who attacked Awei before is already dead. The reason for breaking Tang Wanxing's finger is just a warning. If there is a next time, I can't guarantee you will see your daughter's complete corpse."
"Are you threatening me?"
Tang Nian was so angry that he kicked over the stool in front of him, gnashing his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly that the phone in his hand was almost deformed.
Qing Muye smiled faintly, speaking clearly, "It's a warning!"
He was concise.
"Good, good, good!"
Tang Nian said 'good' three times in a row. "Hmph, being arrogant in front of me. Qing Muye, I will let you know what it means to be young and ignorant. You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. I will make you beg me on your knees!"
Having been in Beijing for so many years, he, Tang Nian, had never been so humiliated by anyone.