Liancheng.
In the morning, Meng Jingwei and the entire crew arrived at the filming location in Liancheng.
Since the crew had not yet settled down, Meng Jingwei had some free time. She greeted Director Li and drove home with Lan Shu.
The drive from the scenic spot to Yuting Villa took only an hour and fifteen minutes.
Walking along the familiar roadside, the thought of seeing Qing Muye and the two darlings, as well as her parents, soon filled her with a sense of ease and joy, even anticipation.
"Weiwei, you seem to be in a good mood." Lan Shu, sitting in the passenger seat, saw Meng Jingwei humming a tune, a rare moment of good spirits.
Meng Jingwei leaned back in the driver's seat, gazing straight ahead, and smiled contentedly, "Yes, I miss Yi Yi and Yi Hang."
"Tsk tsk…"
Lan Shu clicked her tongue. "Don't always use Yi Yi and Yi Hang as an excuse. You're clearly missing President Qing."
She teased.
Meng Jingwei turned her head to look at her, suppressing a laugh. "You'll understand when you're in love."
In fact, Lan Shu had hit the nail on the head.
Although Meng Jingwei was concerned about her children, she missed Qing Muye even more.
The more they went through hardships together, the more they cherished each other. Even after a few days apart, she still missed him.
"Love?"
Lan Shu tilted her head and looked out the window. "I haven't thought about it for now." Saying this, she let out a long sigh, lamenting, "Qing Si Huai called me yesterday and asked me to have dinner with him today."
"What did you say?"
"I agreed."
"It's your own business, make your own decision." Meng Jingwei looked at her meaningfully, then turned her head forward to continue driving, adding, "I believe you'll handle it well."
"He brainwashes me every day, saying how you guys used me back then, saying you guys killed the children. Heh…" Lan Shu scoffed. "It seems ironic and laughable. If I hadn't seen the children, I might have actually fallen for it."
After speaking, Lan Shu sighed again, "All I want now is to regain my memories."
Meng Jingwei's fingers resting on the steering wheel trembled slightly, a flicker of heartache in her eyes. "You're doing pretty well now, it doesn't matter if you regain your memories or not. At least, we are all here."
"You wouldn't understand," Lan Shu shook her head. "Losing that memory is like a fractured life, incomplete. But for some reason, I always feel like you have something else you're hiding from me."
Lan Shu tilted her head to look at her, her beautiful eyes full of doubt. "I'm talking about the past."
Hearing her words, Meng Jingwei's heart skipped a beat.
She remained composed. "That's just your feeling. People who lose their memories probably all feel the same way you do."
The two did not continue discussing the topic.
Meng Jingwei turned on the music and played a slow, soothing piece.
Before long, the car arrived at Yuting Villa.
Just as she was about to drive into the villa, she suddenly spotted a suspicious figure on the left.
Now that she and Qing Muye were surrounded by enemies, even a furtive figure made her feel like she was facing a formidable foe.
"What's wrong?"
Sensing that Meng Jingwei had stopped the car, Lan Shu asked.
"You wait in the car." Meng Jingwei turned off the engine, unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed the door open, and walked over.
Lan Shu, filled with curiosity, also got out of the car.
A row of green plants was planted at the entrance of the villa. Behind the plants stood a man in a gray trench coat. His figure was hidden behind the plants, concealing his body, with only the hem of his coat exposed.
Meng Jingwei walked over, stood about three meters away, and reprimanded, "Come out!"
She was not afraid of this person, after all, a skilled or well-trained scout wouldn't wear such a conspicuous bright gray outfit, especially a trench coat.