Because…
The culprit was his wife, Antina, and the one who issued the order was his father-in-law, Fleck Streit.
Ironically, his father-in-law had given the order to his subordinate right in front of him.
Tragically, he, who was the catalyst, was powerless to do anything about it.
He stood on the bedroom balcony, smoking one cigarette after another, a small pile of cigarette butts and ash already accumulating on the floor.
With his heart burdened, Xiao Cheng frowned.
Originally, he hated Qing Muye because his sister, Xiao Meiyan, had died indirectly because of him.
But now, seeing him suffer under Fleck's pressure, he should have been happy, yet he couldn't bring himself to be.
It was simply because…
He was Meng Jingwei's husband!
Zhuo Rui Technology had suffered a severe blow, a potentially devastating one.
Seeing Qing Muye in agony would have been a solace to the deceased Xiao Meiyan or Xiao Cheng.
However, whenever Xiao Cheng thought of Meng Jingwei tossing and turning sleeplessly, her face etched with worry, he felt a pang of guilt and self-reproach, and more so, a sense of indebtedness.
A marriage like the one with Antina held no meaning.
Xiao Cheng sighed, feeling that some matters needed to be put on the agenda.
It was time for him to propose divorce to Antina.
But just then, his phone rang in his pocket.
However, before he could answer, everything fell silent again.
Taking out his phone, the screen showed a missed call from Meng Jingwei.
Below it was a helpful tip: "Rang once."
The ring had only lasted for one ring before it hung up. Why?
Xiao Cheng held his phone, and with a moment's thought, he could roughly understand Meng Jingwei's feelings at this moment.
He didn't call back.
Meng Jingwei sat in the lounge, having made a call to Xiao Cheng, but then felt it was inappropriate.
Everything had started because of her, and Xiao Cheng was also quite passive in this matter.
That day in the hotel, she saw Antina with two super male models, living a very comfortable life.
Thinking carefully, wasn't it a disagreement between Xiao Cheng and Antina?
If she called Xiao Cheng now, what was the difference from adding fuel to the fire?
Exhausted, she leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, her mind a chaotic mess of thoughts.
Ring ring ring—
Her phone rang on the table.
Meng Jingwei picked up the phone. The caller ID showed Shen Liannuo's name.
"Hello?" Meng Jingwei answered the phone, her voice weak.
"Your husband is in trouble, do you know?" Shen Liannuo asked directly.
"Mm."
"You know? If you know, why haven't you returned to Lancheng yet?" Shen Liannuo sighed. "Your husband is under a lot of pressure right now."
She was genuinely worried about Qing Muye's situation, so as soon as she learned of it, she immediately called Meng Jingwei to inquire.
Meng Jingwei said nothing, only let out a long sigh.
That sigh seemed to convey her helplessness and powerlessness.
Sensing Meng Jingwei's distress, Shen Liannuo immediately became serious. "I'm calling to tell you that I still have five billion yuan. Give me an account number, and I'll transfer it to you. It should help a little, at least."
"You should keep it. That's the living expenses your brother left for you. If you spend it all, who will support you in the latter half of your life?" Meng Jingwei smiled helplessly.
Five billion yuan was like a drop in the ocean, not of much significance.
Besides, that money was Shen Liannuo's living expenses given by He Ka Yanyi.
The key point was that Shen Liannuo was accustomed to a life of luxury, and it was uncertain whether that money would last her until she grew old.
How could she give that money to Qing Muye?
"You really don't need it?"
"I appreciate the thought, but no need for the money." Meng Jingwei raised her hand and rubbed her temples. "Let alone fifty billion, even five hundred billion now wouldn't solve any problems."