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“Hello, Weiwei, what’s up?”
That voice was indeed Shi Mufeng’s, and it sounded exactly the same as usual, betraying no hint that he was currently with another woman.
Rong Weiwei’s nails dug deeply into her flesh, her teeth clenched tightly as she asked, “Mufeng, where are you right now?”
She saw the man in front of the villa glance up and look around before he replied, “Why are you suddenly asking this?”
“Oh, nothing. Just the usual inquiry. Why, is it inconvenient for you to answer?”
“Not at all.” The man on the phone—so close yet so far—lied to her, “I’m in the southern part of the city, looking at some land with the mayor’s secretary for a project.”
The mayor’s secretary?
Rong Weiwei felt as if her chest was bleeding, her face becoming extremely pale. This feeling was like a throwback to the distant past, when Shi Mufeng had lied to Rong Yan for her sake!
Only this time, it was reversed!
“Weiwei, what do you need me for?”
He might have been enduring it, but Rong Weiwei could hear the impatience in his voice.
Her mouth moved mechanically as she forced out the words, “I was wondering if you’d like to have lunch together. Since you’re busy, let’s forget it. I’m going home to rest.”
Not a hint of hesitation, he agreed so readily.
Rong Weiwei almost choked, her breath catching as the other party had already hung up. Her car was parked not far from the villa; she watched as Shi Mufeng helped the female model into the car and drove off. Only then did she, with a grim expression, tell her shocked assistant, “Go to the city hospital.”
The car quickly arrived at the city hospital.
Rong Weiwei entered through the back door, avoiding most people, and quietly pushed open the door to Jiang Meiqi’s hospital room.
Jiang Meiqi had been dozing off with her eyes closed, but at the sound, she opened her eyes to a pleasant surprise, “Wei, why are you here? Aren’t you busy with work today?”
Seeing her, Rong Weiwei’s eyes instantly turned red. Before she even crossed the room, tears began to fall.
Jiang Meiqi was taken aback to see her crying and quickly reached out to pull her closer, asking urgently, “What happened? What’s going on?”
Recalling the series of events that had unfolded that day, Rong Weiwei felt a tearing pain in her heart, a hurt so intense it nearly drove her mad. Her tears fell even faster and felt even more genuine, “Mom, I can’t take it anymore. I really can’t take it.”
“What exactly happened?” Jiang Meiqi asked anxiously while patting her back to soothe her.
Rong Weiwei, with tears in her eyes, looked at her mother and said, “It was the court staff… they called me a while ago, asking me to attend a court session tomorrow.”
“I know my sister is displeased with me because of the stuff with Mufeng. No matter what I do, she believes I’m out to harm her. But I truly had no knowledge of this situation. It was someone from my studio who, knowing I’d been wronged, took action without my consent. I don’t know how my sister found the bank transaction records, but she insists I’m behind it. No matter how much I try to explain, she won’t listen. Mom, can you please talk to her for me? I can accommodate her in other matters, but this one’s serious; it’s affecting what others think of me. I just can’t handle the pressure anymore!”
Mufeng was keeping his ambiguous relations with other women a secret from her; she couldn’t continue to sit idly by, or who knows when her position as the girlfriend would be usurped.
She had to deal with the lawsuit first, then she would tackle the issue with that female model!