To her utter surprise, her carefully prepared outfit resulted in Mo Jingjing not showing up.

It's not just that Mo Jingjing didn't show up, but more importantly, Su Mu didn't come either.

"Director, didn't we agree that everyone would drink until they drop and no one was allowed to be absent? So what's going on? Are Sister Jingjing and the senior not going to give you that much face and just throw their weight around and not come?"

Feeling somewhat resentful that her punch had landed on cotton, Su Nian went to the director and deliberately stirred up trouble.

"I'm just a director, not the Jade Emperor. Mo Jingjing is sick, and I heard she's very sick. Do you expect me to drag her directly from her hospital room just for a meal? Su Nian, are you trying to get me cyberbullied?"

After saying that, the director gave Su Nian a look that said, "Are you crazy?" and turned to leave.

Is Mo Jingjing sick?

Why did she seem a little skeptical?

What kind of illness can develop so quickly? They were perfectly fine when they left this afternoon.

Su Nian couldn't understand it. At this moment, she was like a madwoman, frantically trying to verify the truth of the matter. If it was false, wouldn't she have a reason and an excuse to say that Mo Jingjing was being arrogant?

She tried to get her phone from her car, but was surrounded by a group of low-level extras and staff.

If the male and female leads were here, these people certainly wouldn't be so enthusiastic towards Su Nian. But now that the male and female leads aren't here...

All the flattery they painstakingly prepared could only be used on Su Nian.

Su Nian enjoys listening to their flattery and sycophancy, while these people want to get close to Su Nian and see if they can get some benefits from her.

...

Night fell quickly.

The villa, which should have been bustling with activity, was now empty except for Cheng Meng and Zhang Heng.

Cheng Meng was exhausted after all that commotion. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying for so long, and she fell asleep in Zhang Heng's arms at some point.

Cheng Meng didn't sleep soundly. A sudden scream woke her up.

"No! Come at me! Don't hurt Jingjing! You mustn't!!!"

"Mengmeng, it's alright, it's all over, it's alright." Seeing this, Zhang Heng immediately pulled her into his arms and coaxed her gently, "Mengmeng, how about I take you home first?"

Mo Jingjing's presence is everywhere, which is not conducive to her emotional recovery.

"No!" Cheng Meng refused outright. "I don't want to go back. I'll stay here and keep watch. What if Jingjing comes back in the middle of the night?"

Seeing Cheng Meng's stubbornness, Zhang Heng hesitated for a moment before finally speaking: "Mengmeng, I know you've been blaming yourself, but this really isn't your fault. Su Mu has already explained it to me. This was a meticulously planned transnational crime. Their target was Jingjing. They made a lot of preparations for this plan. Even if you hadn't gotten out of the car, you wouldn't have been able to stop it from happening. You would have just become another cannon fodder."

“Jingjing has been taken to a laboratory in the United States. Su Mu is trying to rescue her. Mengmeng, don’t blame Su Mu. You should be able to see that Mo Jingjing is his life now. Now that his life is about to end, it’s inevitable that he’s emotional. As long as we take good care of ourselves, that’s the greatest help we can give them.”

Finally, Zhang Heng added a sentence, continuing to offer words of comfort.

"Wait, what did you just say? A transnational crime? A laboratory? Is it a laboratory that studies people with special abilities? Is it because Jingjing is too strong and runs too fast that she attracted their attention? Do foreigners also read about the gossip in our entertainment industry?"

Cheng Meng seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and her expression became extremely solemn.

“Special beings? Su Mu didn’t say anything about that. He probably didn’t even know what kind of laboratory it was,” Zhang Heng shook his head.

"My phone, where's my phone? My computer, Zhang Heng, bring me my computer too!" Cheng Meng said anxiously, frantically searching for her phone and computer.

She quickly logged into her email and found an email she had been ignoring.

“This is it! Zhang Heng, look, isn’t the IP address of this email account from the United States?” Cheng Meng pulled Zhang Heng to help her confirm.

That's undeniable.

After reading the email, Zhang Heng immediately forwarded it to Su Mu and continued to press Cheng Meng: "Mengmeng, did you contact the people in the email? Besides this email, did they contact you in any other way, like adding you on WeChat?"

It is highly likely that these will become key clues in finding Mo Jingjing.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Meng shook her head.

When she received the email, she didn't think much of it. After all, there are a lot of spam emails these days. She just assumed that the scam group from that troupe had their eye on her Mo Jingjing.

Unexpectedly...

Seeing that Cheng Meng was about to blame herself again, Zhang Heng immediately comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay. It's already very good that you provided this clue. Su Mu asked me to apologize to you on his behalf. Mengmeng, come home with me first, okay?"

In the end, Cheng Meng nodded in agreement.

Su Mu didn't apologize or anything, but the email account did provide him with some help, allowing him to pinpoint a general location more quickly.

It seems he'll have to go to the US in person this time.

At three in the morning, Su Mu sat in the driver's seat of the car, his deep eyes turning exceptionally bloodshot.

Suddenly, his phone rang; it was a call from the Su family's butler.

"Young Master, something terrible has happened! Master... he's critically ill!" The butler's voice was filled with sorrow, but Su Mu questioned his words: "You haven't appeared for a while. Did my grandfather send you off to hone your acting skills? I'll definitely recommend you for a suitable role in the future."

"Oh, young master, you've misunderstood. Master is truly critically ill this time. Please believe me! The doctor just said that he might not make it through the night. Master... Master has something he wants to say to you. Young master, he is, after all, your own grandfather. I beg you, please come to the hospital to see Master one last time, okay?"

The butler seemed to kneel down over the phone, and Su Mu clearly heard a "thump".

This time, it seems to be for real.

"Okay, I understand."

After responding, Su Mu hung up the phone and quickly checked his grandfather's hospitalization records, medical examination results, and other health records.

After investigating, he discovered that his grandfather was indeed critically ill this time.

Since the incident with Bai Yingying, Grandpa Su suffered a heavy blow. He became listless and his health deteriorated day by day.

Blood is thicker than water.

In the end, Su Mu still drove the car to the hospital.

At four o'clock in the morning, Su Mu finally arrived at the hospital.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry I'm late." Su Mu looked at the old man by the bedside, feeling a pang of sadness.

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