In the end, Wang Jinghui stayed in the car.
He is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, but he is a little henpecked. Tang Mei will do whatever he says.
In the car, seeing Li Fugui sitting calmly, Wang Jinghui was worried: "Who are those people in the car? Are they men or women? Do they have weapons or anything else?"
Li Fugui shook his head: "I don't know."
Wang Jinghui: "..."
"Does Tang Mei have...what about that?"
"Madam has her own arrangements for whatever she wants to do. We can just wait. You don't have to worry too much."
When Wang Jinghui heard this, he immediately became furious.
She's not your wife in terms of feelings. Of course you're not nervous anymore. You don't have back pain when you stand and talk!
No, I have to go and take a look.
If something happens, I can help so that I won't be left alone!
However, before his hand touched the car door, he heard Li Fugui suddenly say: "Mr. Wang, I advise you not to move around. Madam has been in a bad mood these past two days. I'm not sure what will happen."
Wang Jinghui frowned and paused with his hand in mid-air for a few seconds, then silently took it back and sat upright.
…
On the other side, inside a black car.
Tang Mei was holding a hairpin against a woman with very colorful makeup, which was exactly the same as her collar. In the woman's hand was a remote control.
The two seemed to have just experienced a fight.
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
Tang Mei glanced at the woman's blood-stained fingers: "You can try it. I'm curious whether your button activates faster or my hairpin."
"Why are you so confident and not afraid..."
"I can't help it, my ability is too strong." When Tang Mei said this, the strength in her hands increased a bit.
"I just wanted to...want to..."
Tang Mei stared at the curly-haired woman with sharp eyes and said firmly: "You know what I want, hand it over, or you will bear the consequences."
A sneer appeared at the corner of the curly-haired woman's mouth: "Humph! I don't know, I just..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Tang Mei suddenly exerting force.
"Wait a moment!"
The curly-haired woman frowned, thought for a moment, and finally chose to give in.
She handed over the remote control tremblingly.
"anything else?"
"Okay, if I admit defeat, I'll leave it to you." The curly-haired woman took a deep breath, took out a transparent sealed bag from the hidden pocket of her clothes, and handed it to Tang Mei.
Tang Mei took it and glanced quickly, her expression becoming solemn.
There was actually a half-white hair inside, which was obviously hers. She thought it might be a fingerprint, or maybe a bug.
"What do you want your hair for?" Tang Mei's voice contained a hint of warning and rebuke.
The curly-haired woman's heart skipped a beat, and then she pursed her lips: "It's not me, it's someone who offered a high price, saying they wanted to collect people of different age groups..."
A trace of cruelty flashed in Tang Mei's eyes, but soon the corner of her mouth curled up slightly: "Oh? Really?"
"Really, I swear!"
"I don't want to say it, it's okay, wait a minute..."
"It's not like you never personally..."
"It seems that he understands me quite well! It's true that I never do anything myself, but... I don't know what other people think."
"You are indeed a...you must die a happy death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the hairpin piercing an acupuncture point fiercely. Then, the curly-haired woman let out a painful groan and broke out in cold sweat.
"Devil, you are just..."
Tang Mei sneered, then took out the silver needle box from her handbag, picked the longest one, and inserted it directly into another acupuncture point of the curly-haired woman.
The curly-haired woman stopped talking and remained motionless, but cold sweat still broke out on her forehead. She stared at Tang Mei with eyes filled with fear.
"Don't worry, it's not poisonous."
Then, Tang Mei quickly pulled out her silver hairpin and wiped it on the woman's gorgeous skirt. She wiped it carefully until all the blood on the hairpin disappeared and it was smooth again.
This was made by Wang Jinghui, a novice, and it is indeed made of real materials, very thick, and very easy to use.
Tang Mei thought about this and looked at her watch.
"In five minutes, someone will come to pick you up. By then...you will be able to speak naturally. Remember to cooperate well to avoid suffering any more physical pain."
After saying these words, Tang Mei got out of the car.
But before he could take two steps out, there was a sharp sound of brakes coming from behind. Immediately afterwards, four men in black suits got out of the car. Each of them had cold eyes and a tall figure, and they were obviously directed at the curly-haired woman.
Tang Mei smiled slightly, did not look back, and then got into Wang Jinghui's white car.
"Let's go, get out of here."
Li Fugui glanced at the rearview mirror and immediately started the car: "Yes, madam."
At this point, Tang Mei breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned on the back of the seat and closed her eyes. She was a little tired and seemed tired of this kind of life.
As a result, the car had not gone far when Li Fugui suddenly shouted: "Madam, look!"
Hearing this, Tang Mei opened her eyes suddenly and saw a black off-road vehicle speeding toward them. It also had a foreign license plate.
It's just that the speed is a bit fast, which makes people misunderstand that the person coming is not good.
"Rush over?" Li Fugui asked.
Tang Mei smiled calmly: "It's okay, just walk normally, it has nothing to do with us."
Li Fugui nodded and said no more.
So, the car continued to move forward, Tang Mei opened the window with a smile and looked towards Hei Cross Country.
The man also happened to lower his car window and look back at her. Their eyes intertwined in the air, like two unfamiliar lines meeting each other, forming an instant intersection that seemed to contain a thousand words.
The man's eyes were deep and firm, his thin lips raised, and he nodded slightly towards Tang Mei.
Soon the sharp sound of brakes was heard.
Tang Mei smiled faintly, then raised the window glass, continued to close her eyes and rest, thinking: This time it came quite quickly, three minutes early.
A moment later, when she felt a little sleepy, another deep voice sounded in her ears.
"Tang Mei, are you okay? Are you injured? Go to the hospital for a checkup soon. Your blood sugar is too low. You've been going through a lot of trouble along the way, so don't..."
Tang Mei: "..."
Hey, what's wrong with making this up? Give me hypoglycemia and see how I deal with you later!
"Tang Mei? Why don't you say anything? You..."
"I'm fine, fine, I'm just sleepy!" Tang Mei interrupted helplessly.
"Who were those people just now?"
Tang Mei suddenly turned around, frowned and looked at Wang Jinghui, and asked, "What else do you want to ask?"
"Oh, it's okay, just rest."
The atmosphere in the car suddenly became subtle. Wang Jinghui was a little worried, but he didn't want to ask more questions. He knew that Tang Mei definitely didn't want to say anything.
Immediately, Li Fugui turned on the music.
A melodious tune suddenly sounded in the car. It was a classical piano piece, soothing and tranquil, and gradually filled the entire space.
Tang Mei gradually calmed down as she listened to the piano music. But she didn't know why she was so upset today, or what exactly was she pursuing in this life?
She suddenly realized that the man behind her had begun to influence her.
At the same time, Tang Mei was also thinking, the world is so big, is there really no place where she can have a good rest and live a few years of leisure and freedom?
Recognize your daughter? Tangtang, are you willing?
Tang Mei didn't think of the answers to these questions, but instead became even more confused.
Time gradually passed, and the white car slowly drove into the city center. Although it was almost ten o'clock, it was still very prosperous and bright.
Tang Mei looked out the window and saw many lively shops and crowds with a faint smile on her face. Perhaps, this is the free and peaceful life she wants.
The car finally drove into Chunlei Street, and Li Fugui parked the car at the gate of No. 66.
Compared to just now, it's quite quiet here.
The door of the white car slowly opened, and Tang Mei and Wang Jinghui got out at the same time. Li Fugui took out a small and exquisite brass key, inserted it into the door lock, and then the door was opened.
The whole space was silent and depressing, and you could almost hear your own heartbeat and footsteps, until Granny Yu came quickly from the direction of the kitchen.
"There is porridge prepared, just cooked."
Tang Mei nodded slightly: "Are there any more steamed dumplings? Let's cut into plates of beef with soy sauce and pickles."
"Yes, there are many more."
After Granny Yu finished speaking, she went to the kitchen, followed closely by Zhao Renjie.
"Tang Mei, you...what are you busy with?" Seeing everyone leaving, Wang Jinghui hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask.
Tang Mei looked at him and smiled faintly: "I don't know... what I am busy with, you ask me? You can go back early after dinner."
As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang.
Tang Mei walked quickly to the door and quickly opened it, only to see a scene that shocked her.
There was a woman in a black suit standing at the door. She lowered her head slightly and held a portfolio in her hand. Behind her were two men, also wearing black suits, with serious faces.
"I'm here to give you this."
The woman nodded slightly, handed the portfolio to Tang Mei with both hands, and then turned and left.
When Tang Mei opened the file bag and took a look, her face suddenly turned gloomy - inside was an encrypted document, and it was signed by a certain department.
At this time, Wang Jinghui came slowly.
"What's up?"
Tang Mei held the portfolio and her eyes were distracted: "Nothing, just a contract."
Then, Tang Mei walked upstairs.
Her steps were slow, but she felt heavy, as if she was being pressed down by something.
This time, Wang Jinghui did not follow immediately, but stood quietly alone, watching Tang Mei silently.
Maybe it has something to do with Uncle Jiang!
You don’t want to admit that you are Jiang Ruowan, but the tombs of Tang Nanxi and Jiang Yaozong...are visited every year. Besides me, who else is there?
Isn't it you?
The reason why he thought this was because he just saw tears shining in Tang Mei's eyes.
Wang Jinghui was very convinced that in this world, apart from investigating the cause of Uncle Jiang's death and avenging his father's death, there was nothing else that could make Jiang Ruowan endure for so many years.
Moreover, he always believed that Tang Mei was Jiang Ruowan, the wife he was looking for.
Why can't we face it together?
Ruowan, do you not trust me, or are you afraid that I will disrupt your plan?
But I am your husband!
…
At this moment, in the study room, Tang Mei felt as if an invisible force was tearing at her heart, making her breathless.
She carefully flipped through the documents in the portfolio, her eyes gradually becoming serious.
The document details a huge financial transaction and the disappearance of two important figures. And all of these seem to be inextricably linked to her father.
"It's impossible. There must be some misunderstanding here. How is it possible for my father? It's impossible."
"Yes, it's to give up the car to keep the handsome man!"
Thinking of this, Tang Mei immediately touched the hidden switch under the table, twisted it hard, and saw a single-door bookcase starting to rotate slowly.
At this time, downstairs, Granny Yu had brought rice porridge, steamed dumplings and soy sauce beef to the restaurant.
It's a pity that Wang Jinghui doesn't have any appetite.
"Grandma Fish."
Grandma Yu was stunned for a moment. After a few seconds of pause, she immediately turned back and asked respectfully: "Mr. Wang, were you... calling me just now?"
Wang Jinghui stirred the rice porridge gently with a spoon, round and round, full of thoughts.
"How many years have you followed Tang Mei?"
"Oh, it's been a long time, almost... 15 years, um, 15 years."
"It started by adopting Tangtang?"
"Yes, it seems so. Madam was too busy at work at that time. She often left early and came home late. Hypoglycemia may be... she was not in time to eat."
After hearing this, Wang Jinghui nodded thoughtfully: "Lend me the kitchen."
"Of course, it's up to you."
At this moment, Grandma Yu felt very happy.
"Do you still have bird's nests at home?"
"Yes, yes, there are quite a few more. I haven't finished the ones you gave me the first time."
"Oh, does Sydney have it?"
"Yes, I bought it early. It's fresh!"
The two of them walked towards the kitchen one after another, talking about various ingredients along the way, all of which were good for the lungs and stomach and had a high sugar content.
As everyone knows, Tang Mei is not hypoglycemic.
