Family status and reputation, therefore, the Tang family, being nobles, could not possibly accept Shi Ran.
Although Meng Jingwei felt sorry for Shi Ran, she also knew that she would not be happy staying in Lancheng.
On the other end of the phone, Qing Muye was silent for a long time before asking, "If Tang Si asks about it, how should I answer?"
"If Tang Si asks you to find someone, just agree, but don't actually send anyone to look," Meng Jingwei said, leaning back on the sofa, her mood extremely complex. "She has very little chance with Tang Si, and with Zhao Wuyan in the way, leaving is a good thing. Besides, she still has the fifty million that was compensated to her before, so survival is not a problem. Let's just let nature take its course."
That fifty million was personally handed over to Shi Ran by Meng Jingwei.
However, she didn't know that after Shi Ran learned that her disfigurement was irreparable, she angrily threw away the bank card, nor did she know that during the time she was threatened by Zhao Wuyan, Shi Ran had searched for a long time at the place where she threw the bank card, but couldn't find it.
Since Meng Jingwei did not investigate Shi Ran, she naturally did not know about Shi Ran being threatened by Zhao Wuyan.
And this matter was thus concluded.
"I'll listen to you," Qing Muye said, holding his phone in one hand and flipping through documents with the other. "Then I'll get back to work. You rest well. Aren't you joining the crew tomorrow? I'll finish my work and come back to accompany you early."
"Okay."
Meng Jingwei's voice was light, and she hung up the phone in a good mood.
After hanging up the phone, she still felt melancholic for a while about Shi Ran's matter, then she didn't think about it anymore and continued to memorize the script.
Qing Muye, who was at the company, buried himself in his work, too busy to even eat lunch.
It wasn't until 2:30 in the afternoon, after finishing his documents, that Qing Muye stood up and stretched his muscles and bones.
On the table in the lounge area was the lunch prepared by Song Ci, untouched.
Qing Muye glanced at his watch, finally deciding to go back to accompany Meng Jingwei, otherwise, once she joined the crew, he wouldn't know how many days it would be before they could see each other again.
Bang—!
At that moment, the office door was kicked open.
Qing Muye glanced sideways and saw Lu Yanming, dressed in a white suit, walking towards him angrily, pointing at the blood on his lips and his glasses, which had been broken for a long time. "Look, look at what you've done."
Qing Muye, who was picking up his suit from the hanger and putting it on, looked at his face and couldn't help but laugh. "You got beaten up and came to me. What, does your dignified big brother need me to back him up?"
Among the brothers, Lu Yanming was the oldest.
But he was only a few months older than Qing Muye.
"Back you up? Last night I said that a few people had taken a liking to Shen Liannuo and jokingly asked if you wanted to consider giving her away. You agreed. Today at noon, I took her to accompany someone for a business dinner, and the boss of Dayu Group took a liking to her. That boss is also a young talented man. I thought he was a good match, so I agreed, considering it a good match. As a result, I was severely beaten by Shen Liannuo. Isn't this all your fault!"
Lu Yanming misinterpreted Qing Muye's meaning.
He thought that Qing Muye's agreement meant he wanted him to pick a good person among the cooperating bosses to set up with Shen Liannuo.
Who knew he would be severely beaten by the hot-tempered Shen Liannuo.
Qing Muye paused his hand as he straightened his collar and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "With such wild imagination, it's a shame you didn't start a Lenovo company back then."
"What do you mean?" Lu Yanming glared at Qing Muye, but because he had been beaten, his hair was messy, and the right lens of his glasses was broken, making him look disheveled and somewhat amusing.
"I was joking, can't you understand?" Qing Muye patted Lu Yanming on the shoulder. "Brother, good luck."
"You..."
Bang—!
Just as Lu Yanming was about to say something more, the office door was kicked open again.