Qing Muye raised an eyebrow, unconcerned. "Then I'll have to disappoint Mr. Tang."
With that, he hung up the phone and placed it on the table.
His hand, resting on the table, tapped rhythmically, his thoughts distant. He then dialed the internal line, "Song Ci, come over."
A moment later, Song Ci pushed open the office door and walked in. "Boss, you were looking for me?"
"Regarding Jin Yi, instruct them to increase security for A Wei, both openly and discreetly. Contact me immediately if there's any sign of trouble." He added, "Find two meticulous individuals to infiltrate the film crew, especially the prop department. Be careful, someone might tamper with things."
Meng Jingwei's safety on set was paramount.
As the saying goes, 'Open guns are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against.'
"Boss, don't worry. I will personally select suitable people to protect the young madam." Song Ci replied.
He looked up at Qing Muye. "Just now, several cooperating companies in the capital have successively canceled their partnerships. Qing Sihai has received the news and plans to act at the opportune moment."
With Anthony dead, Qing Sihai had lost his backing and dared not appear before Qing Muye.
Although he later cooperated with Antina, Qing Sihai knew very well that Antina was temperamental and impulsive, making her unreliable.
During this period, Qing Sihai tried to minimize his presence. Besides his fear of Qing Muye, he was mainly looking for an opportunity to strike unexpectedly, swiftly and decisively, to eliminate Zhuo Rui Technology.
"A mere clown, no need to mind him."
Qing Muye had never taken Qing Sihai seriously. If it weren't for Old Madam Qing, Qing Sihai would likely have ceased to exist long ago.
"Yes."
Song Ci said no more and turned to leave the office.
As soon as he left, the phone on Qing Muye's desk rang.
Qing Muye glanced at the phone screen with his narrow phoenix eyes. It was Qing Kangyu's call.
Even without a contact name, Qing Muye had already memorized Qing Kangyu's number.
His brow furrowed slightly. After a moment's hesitation, he answered the phone.
"Qing Muye, are you crazy?"
As soon as the call connected, Qing Kangyu's roar came from the other end, "That's Tang Wanxing! You actually dared to cut off one of her fingers. Do you know the Tang family could have you killed with a mere wave of their hand?"
"Heh."
Qing Muye scoffed. "Are you worried about me, or are you afraid of being implicated?"
The answer was obvious.
However…
"My apologies for being shallow. You're probably most concerned about the Tang family, which is within your grasp?" Qing Muye added another ruthless jab.
"You, you, you…!" Qing Kangyu was furious. "I regret my blindness. I thought you were smart and wise before, but now I see you're a fool blinded by lust. To stand against the Tang family for some country bumpkin, you're simply courting death."
Even over the phone, he could hear Qing Kangyu's gasping breaths from anger.
Clearly, he was very enraged.
"Instead of wasting time talking nonsense with me, you should think about how to protect yourself, lest the Tang family's fury sweep you up like collateral damage." Qing Muye said nonchalantly. "At that time, the Tang family could easily destroy everything you've painstakingly built with a simple wave of their hand."
He returned Qing Kangyu's earlier words to him.
"Hmph, still boasting and courting death, truly beyond saving." Qing Kangyu exploded in anger. "You're as foolish as your mother."
After speaking, the other party directly hung up the phone.
At that moment, Qing Muye narrowed his eyes, and a cold glint shot out from his ink-black pupils, terrifyingly sinister.