The taxi driver glanced at the distraught Meng Zihan, asked no more questions, stepped on the gas, and drove towards the airport.
The car sped along, with towering buildings standing side by side outside the window, and the smiling faces of celebrities flashing by on huge billboards.
These once dazzling and enchanting sights now only made Meng Zihan want to escape, as quickly as possible.
Upon arriving at the airport, Meng Zihan rushed to the ticket counter, pointed to the next available flight to Jiangcheng on the flight information board, and said urgently, "Hello, I need a ticket to Jiangcheng right now!"
The ticket seller looked up and announced a price.
Meng Zihan felt a chill in her heart.
After paying Brother Mai 30,000 yuan as an "information fee," she didn't have enough money left!
Seeing her hesitation, the ticket seller impatiently urged, "Miss, are you going to buy it or not?"
Meng Zihan could only grit her teeth and use the remaining money in her hand to buy the cheapest ticket for today.
It took off at 1:30 a.m.
It's still more than ten hours until midnight.
Where could she go during this time?
Clutching her plane ticket and looking at the departure time, Meng Zihan suddenly had an idea.
She couldn't just slink away like that!
She still had things in the apartment—the designer clothes, bags, and jewelry that Zhang Qingxiang had given her…
She used to see these things as affection, but now it seems they were nothing more than feed for keeping canaries.
But all of these things cost money!
Once she returns to Jiangcheng, she can sell the items and get money from them!
Moreover, disappearing without a word would definitely arouse Zhang Qingxiang's suspicion.
It would be better to...
Meng Zihan immediately came up with a plan.
She walked out of the airport, hailed a taxi, and returned to her apartment.
The Filipino maid was wiping a vase in the living room. When she saw her return, she greeted her respectfully, "Miss Meng, you're back."
"Um."
Meng Zihan calmly responded and went into the bedroom.
This Filipino maid was Zhang's spy planted beside her; she couldn't be allowed to see anything amiss.
As soon as Meng Zihan entered the bedroom, she locked the door and opened the wardrobe.
The wardrobe was filled with clothes and bags, all of them luxury brands.
She lost all interest in admiring the clothes and bags, quickly tearing them off and stuffing them into the largest suitcase.
Next, she opened the drawer of the dressing table, dumped all the jewelry inside into a jewelry box, and stuffed it into her suitcase.
After doing all this, she felt a little more at ease.
These things are her source of confidence.
She opened the door and saw her Filipino maid, Maria, standing in the doorway with a glass of water, respectfully asking her questions.
"Miss Meng, are you packing your things? Are you going on a long trip?"
Meng Zihan's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't show it.
"Yes, I've made plans with my girlfriends to go to Macau for a few days to relax. Make me something to eat, and hurry up, I'll leave as soon as I eat."
The Filipino maid agreed and left.
Not long after, Meng Zihan's phone rang.
The name Zhang Qingxiang was flashing on the screen.
The Filipino maid must have told Zhang Qingxiang!
Meng Zihan's heart was pounding in her throat!
She stared at the phone in her hand, trying to catch her breath. After it rang four or five times, she gritted her teeth and answered, asking sweetly, "Brother Zhang...why are you calling me? Did you miss me?"
"Why are you suddenly going to Macau for fun? You didn't even tell me beforehand."
Zhang Qingxiang's voice sounded the same as always, gentle yet doting.
“I was shopping in Times Square just now and ran into one of my best friends from high school! She was going to Macau for a trip, and I thought since we hadn’t seen each other in a long time, I wanted to go with her.”
Meng Zihan had already thought of this excuse, and now she said it fluently without any hesitation.
She lowered her voice and said aggrievedly, "Anyway, Linda is managing things at the company. It's no fun sitting around at the company all day. I just want to go out and have some fun. If you don't agree, then... then I won't go."
Zhang Qingxiang, as expected, had no suspicion and generously said, "What are you thinking? You go have fun, why would I disagree? Have fun, do you have enough money? I'll have the finance department transfer another 10,000 to you. Buy whatever new gadgets you like, just bring me back some souvenirs."
When Meng Zihan heard that Zhang Qingxiang wanted to transfer money to her, her first reaction was that the money was too hot to handle and she dared not accept it.
But then I thought, why shouldn't I want it?
She's going to be his scapegoat and go to jail anyway, so what's wrong with taking a little money from him?
This might just be the "capital" she deserves!
"Thank you, Brother Zhang!" Meng Zihan's voice became incredibly sweet, as if coated with honey. "Brother Zhang, you're the best to me! I love you the most!"
After hanging up the phone, Meng Zihan let out a long sigh of relief.
She felt as if she had just finished acting in a life-or-death drama, and her whole body was exhausted.
Just then, the Filipino maid finished preparing the meal. Meng Zihan ate a few bites haphazardly, then dragged her heavy suitcase and left this cage that had once made her so proud without looking back.
She dared not go anywhere now, so she hurried back to the airport, found a chair in the waiting hall, and sat down, placing her suitcase tightly at her feet.
She sat for so long that her back ached and her buttocks went numb before finally making it to board the plane.
The moment she walked across the jet bridge and boarded the plane, she felt her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settle back down.
At least, she wasn't in Hong Kong when the scandal broke.
Even if the police wanted to arrest her, it would take them a lot of trouble.
This short period of time is her chance to survive.
When the plane landed in Jiangcheng, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
Meng Zihan dragged her suitcase out of the airport, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for Ye Linchen's house.
At six o'clock in the morning, Jiangcheng was still shrouded in a thin mist.
Meng Zihan stood at Ye Linchen's door, but did not knock.
If I knock on the door now, I'll wake Ye Linchen from her sleep, and she'll definitely be angry.
How can someone who has been woken up be in a good mood, and how can they possibly be willing to help her?
No, she has to put on a tragic show.
She wanted Ye Linchen to see her cousin, who was desperate, disheveled, and had been waiting anxiously at her doorstep all night.
Only in this way can Ye Linchen's sympathy be aroused to the greatest extent.
Ye Linchen softened his heart, and the matter was half settled.
So when Ye Linchen woke up naturally in the morning and was about to go downstairs to buy breakfast, he opened the door and saw an unexpected sight.
Meng Zihan was curled up on the steps outside her house, hugging her knees.
Her clothes were wrinkled, her hair was messy, and there were still tear stains on her face. She looked haggard.
Hearing the door open, Meng Zihan suddenly looked up.
Upon seeing Ye Linchen, she immediately stood up from the ground, rushed over, and grabbed Ye Linchen's arm tightly, her voice hoarse and trembling with tears.
"Cousin! Please help me! I beg you, cousin! Only you can help me now!"
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