After learning about Qing Sihai's past, Lan Shu was filled with hatred and always wanted to do something for Meng Jingwei and Qing Muyi.
However, Qing Muyi had always asked her to stay with Meng Jingwei, leaving her no room to act.
"No need to rush, believe that you will be reunited with Xiao Mo by the end of this year," Meng Jingwei said, holding Lan Shu's hand and comforting her.
Xiao Mo's full name was 'Shu Mo', and Meng Jingwei had always called the little fellow 'Xiao Mo'.
"Okay!"
Lan Shu tilted her head and looked at Meng Jingwei, nodding with a determined tone, "I believe you."
Their eyes met, and they smiled at each other.
In the afternoon, Meng Jingwei continued filming until she finished work at two in the morning.
After the crew wrapped up, Lan Shu drove Meng Jingwei towards the hotel where they were staying.
But as the car exited the film city, Lan Shu kept looking up at the rearview mirror.
Meng Jingwei noticed her strangeness and asked, "What's wrong?"
"That car behind us seems to be following us."
After passing several traffic lights, Lan Shu realized that the car had been tailing them.
When their car was slow, they also slowed down; when their car sped up, they also increased their speed.
Meng Jingwei glanced at the rearview mirror outside the window. It wasn't very clear from the passenger seat.
Her brow furrowed slightly, and she said calmly, "It's probably people from the Tang family."
Qing Muyi had called her that morning, and Meng Jingwei had sensed something unusual then, but she hadn't expected the Tang family to act so quickly.
In Yancheng at two in the morning, the dim streetlights on both sides of the road appeared so lonely and desolate.
Apart from the occasional speeding cars, there were no figures to be seen.
"What should we do?" Lan Shu gripped the steering wheel, her back subconsciously straightening, her foot on the accelerator, and she involuntarily increased their speed. "It's still a ten-minute drive to the hotel, it should be fine, right?"
"If they want to make a move on us, even the hotel won't be able to stop them," Meng Jingwei leaned back in her seat, her fingers tapping lightly on her lap as she calmly analyzed the current situation.
Suddenly, her eyes narrowed. "I understand."
"What?" Lan Shu didn't know what Meng Jingwei had understood. "You mean, you know their objective?"
"The Yanjiang Bridge is just ahead. The entire bridge is only separated by railings for the motor vehicle lane and the pedestrian walkway. If they hit us on the bridge, it would be easy to drive off the bridge."
Meng Jingwei said.
Her words sent a shiver down Lan Shu's spine. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel. "Yes. If we fall into the river, they can just call it an accident."
Even more terrifyingly...
"We'll turn at the intersection ahead and get onto the Yanjiang Bridge. What if we don't go on it?" Lan Shu couldn't think of a solution for the moment.
"It's just a matter of whether the plan is executed sooner or later. Even if we don't go on the bridge, it won't stop their plan."
Meng Jingwei maintained her usual composure, not flustered by the approaching danger.
It seemed the Tang family truly intended to kill her.
"Stop the car."
She suddenly said.
Lan Shu was stunned for a moment and immediately slammed on the brakes, stopping the car on the road.
The black commercial vehicle following closely behind did not expect them to stop so suddenly and almost rear-ended them.
Meng Jingwei unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to open the door to get out. Lan Shu quickly asked, "What are you doing?"
"Fighting for our lives."
She said faintly, then pushed the car door open, walked around to the back seat, bent down, felt under the seat, and pulled out two batons.
Lan Shu didn't understand what Meng Jingwei was going to do, but she would never abandon Meng Jingwei alone.
Perhaps due to their increased contact, Lan Shu, who was usually indifferent to outsiders, had an exceptionally friendly attitude towards Meng Jingwei.