Tang Wanxing was so nervous she couldn't even speak properly. "Is there something we can discuss over the phone?"
Tang Wanxing, feeling incredibly guilty, didn't have the courage to meet with Qing Muye.
She just wanted to stay far away.
It was all that idiot Qiao Ziqian's fault, useless and prone to making things worse.
"Where are you?"
Even through the phone, Tang Wanxing could feel the soul-piercing chill radiating from Qing Muye, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
She pursed her red lips, gripping the phone with both hands, and swallowed hard. "I'm... still at the hotel."
"I'm coming to find you now."
Qing Muye hung up the phone directly.
"Ye, you... *beep beep beep*..." Tang Wanxing wanted to ask him more, to try and gauge his intentions, but the call had already ended.
Listening to the dial tone on her phone, Tang Wanxing raised a hand to her chest. "What do I do, what do I do..."
She was completely panicked.
She stood up and paced back and forth in the room. After much thought, Tang Wanxing decided to call Qing Kangyu to explain the situation.
As time ticked by, Tang Wanxing dared not delay any longer and immediately dialed Qing Kangyu's number.
"Beep beep beep..."
The phone rang three times before Qing Kangyu finally answered.
Even though it had only been a few dozen seconds, it felt like a century to Tang Wanxing.
"Wanxing, why are you calling me?"
Qing Kangyu smiled, his tone exceptionally friendly.
Tang Wanxing anxiously ran her fingers through her hair. "Uncle Qing, I... that..." She stammered, unsure how to begin.
Qing Kangyu likely guessed she had something important to say. "Silly girl, just tell Uncle directly if there's anything. We're family now, no need to be so formal."
He was hoping that Tang Wanxing and Qing Muye would get married, which would elevate him to become the foremost family in the capital.
"Hehehe, Uncle, you... you're so good to me."
Tang Wanxing gave a sheepish smile, feeling even more guilty.
Especially with Qing Kangyu's warmth, it made her feel even less confident.
She nervously clenched her fists, hesitated for a long time, and then mustered the courage to say, "Uncle Qing, there's something I need to tell you. Please stay calm, don't get agitated."
Before Qing Muye had called Tang Wanxing, she had already received news that Qiao Ziqian had lost his memory.
But with him losing his memory at this crucial juncture and being seriously injured, Tang Wanxing didn't know how Qing Kangyu would react upon hearing this.
"Oh dear, Wanxing, Uncle is old, I can't handle being startled! Hahaha..." Qing Kangyu chuckled a few times.
Though he said that, he was actually nervous deep down.
He had known Tang Wanxing for quite some time, and he knew she was experienced and level-headed in the face of adversity.
If she said something was important, it must be very important.
But...
What could it be?
Qing Kangyu wondered to himself.
"Yesterday... yesterday, Ziqian had a car accident," Tang Wanxing said it all in one go and immediately added, "Meng Jingwei caused his car accident."
To escalate the conflict between Qing Kangyu and Qing Muye, Tang Wanxing had to 'throw mud.'
As long as she framed Meng Jingwei, she could sow discord between Qing Kangyu and Meng Jingwei, indirectly intensifying the conflict between Qing Kangyu and Qing Muye.
The more Qing Muye protected Meng Jingwei, the more Qing Kangyu would want to get rid of Meng Jingwei, and then she could reap the benefits.
"What? A car accident? You said Ziqian had a car accident?"
Qing Kangyu was genuinely startled. He was very anxious. "Where is Ziqian now? How is he?"
"Ziqian is awake, but... he's lost his memory," Tang Wanxing dared not hide it from Qing Kangyu. "At the time, I received news that Ziqian had temporary amnesia, and he would regain his memory after the blood clot in his brain was absorbed. However..."