"Ah? This..."
Meng Jingwei's eyes flickered. After thinking, she felt that Qing Muyie's words were not unreasonable. "Yes, that bastard Qing Sihai is indeed vicious. If he held the children hostage, the consequences would be unimaginable."
She lowered her head, considering carefully.
"If you don't want to, that's fine, I..." Qing Muyie saw Meng Jingwei's reluctance to part with the children and wanted to retract his earlier statement.
"No. I think what you said makes a lot of sense. I'm just wondering where it's more appropriate to send the children. After all, I'll be busy too."
She tilted her head and leaned on Qing Muyie's shoulder again. "You have many things to do, and I have many things to be busy with. I won't have time to accompany the children later, so why don't my parents help us look after them?"
Thinking of this, Meng Jingwei felt it was a good idea. "My parents are bored in the countryside, and Old Chen Tou... he's gone now. I'm afraid they'll be lonely."
What was said to be looking after the children was actually for the two children to live in a different place with their adoptive parents and to accompany the children.
Qing Muyie reached out and pinched Meng Jingwei's nose. "Good idea."
The two of them hit it off immediately.
The next day.
Qing Muyie went to work, while Meng Jingwei first went to her game company. Song Jun and Pei Ying were responsible for accompanying Shen Liannuo on sightseeing trips and familiarizing her with life in Lancheng.
Apart from Tang Si and Shi Ran, everyone else seemed to have returned to normal.
Qing Muyie's reappearance caused a huge stir. However, when he returned to work at his company, the first thing he did was hold a press conference, announcing his identity as a shareholder of another company and explaining his "resurrection."
Of course, the "resurrection" was fake, and all explanations were perfunctory excuses.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wuyan was greatly disheartened after returning home from Yujing Villa. She slept at home for a night and cried all night.
The next day, with dark circles under her eyes and in a particularly bad state, she had to go to a beauty salon for a facial massage.
Driving to the beauty salon, the receptionist saw Zhao Wuyan and greeted her familiarly, "Hello, Miss Zhao."
"Wow, Miss Zhao has lost more weight."
"Sister Wuyan, your skin is too good."
...
Several massage therapists flattered and fawned over her, saying everything Zhao Wuyan liked to hear.
She opened her handbag, took out some money, and said to one of the attendants, "Go buy something good for all your sisters, and the rest is your tip."
"Haha, thank you, Sister Wuyan."
"Thank you, Sister Wuyan."
"Miss Zhao is the best."
All the attendants were overjoyed. One attendant who knew Zhao Wuyan reminded her, "Sister Wuyan, President Li is in the office."
Zhao Wuyan had a good relationship with the beauty salon owner Li Mei and visited every few days, so the attendants knew her.
"I know."
She replied, went upstairs, and went to Li Mei's office, pushing the door open and walking in.
Li Mei, who was sitting at the desk looking at customer information, looked up at Zhao Wuyan. "Why do you have time to come over today?"
"Alas, I stayed up all night, and my skin feels rough, so I came for a facial."
Zhao Wuyan walked up to her, sat sideways on the desk, and her gaze accidentally swept over the files on the desk.
Suddenly, her brow furrowed. She looked back at the document again and couldn't help but ask, "This person... is... Shi Ran?"
"Ah? You know her?" Li Mei was a little surprised.
Zhao Wuyan immediately stood up, looked down at the document on the desk, and then at the photo of the person in the upper left corner. She was startled. "She, why is she disfigured?"