Whether the Ye family would be implicated was Meng Xueyun's biggest concern at the moment.
The veteran policeman seemed to see through her thoughts and understood her concerns, so he patiently explained to her.
"As informants, your initiative to provide clues to the police is a legal and compliant action. As long as you did not participate in her illegal activities, you will not be held responsible. Okay, go home."
Receiving this promise, Meng Xueyun felt reassured, as if a taut string had finally been released.
She was helped out of the police station by her two sons, her legs were weak, and she almost floated home.
Back in her dimly lit, cramped home, looking at the empty corner, Meng Zihan and the red suitcase had vanished without a trace. The "peace of mind" and "relief" that Meng Xueyun had anticipated were nowhere to be found.
Instead, there was a deeper, more empty sense of panic.
She was restless and her mind was in complete turmoil.
She knew she was doing the right thing; it was to protect her family and her two sons.
But how can a twenty-year relationship be severed so easily?
One moment her mind was filled with Meng Zihan's smiling face as a child, and the next it was with the cold, disgusted look in her eyes when she just shook her off.
The two conflicting images tore at her back and forth, giving her a splitting headache.
Meng Zihan's actions were much faster than they had imagined.
After rushing out of the Ye family's house, she didn't hesitate at all. She hailed a taxi on the roadside, headed straight for the airport, and bought a ticket for the next available flight to Hong Kong.
A few hours later, the plane landed in the port city.
Stepping out of the airport, the humid, sticky air mixed with the salty smell of the sea rushed in. Looking at the dazzling lights of thousands of homes and the endless stream of vehicles in front of her, Meng Zihan was momentarily dazed.
She's back, and she's going to solve the problem in her own way.
Without delay, she went straight back to the luxury apartment that Director Zhang had rented for her.
As soon as she entered, the Filipino maid, who was ironing clothes in the living room, greeted her and asked in surprise, "Miss Meng, didn't you go out to play? Why are you back so soon?"
"I have something urgent to attend to."
Meng Zihan changed her shoes expressionlessly and took out several large Hong Kong dollars from her wallet, handing them to her.
"I'm giving you a few days off. Go home and see your family."
The Filipino maid was stunned for a moment, then her face lit up with surprise.
She certainly wouldn't refuse a free vacation and extra money.
After thanking her repeatedly, the Filipino maid happily went back to her room to pack her things.
Soon, Meng Zihan was the only one left in the apartment.
She walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dazzling night view of Victoria Harbour outside, but her eyes were cold.
She took out her phone and dialed the number she knew by heart.
The phone rang a few times before being answered, revealing Director Zhang's greasy voice: "Hello? Baby?"
"Brother Zhang..."
Meng Zihan's voice instantly switched to a charming tone, tinged with a hint of grievance.
"Honey, what's wrong? Where are you?"
"Brother Zhang, I'm back."
Director Zhang on the other end of the phone was clearly surprised. "Weren't you out having fun? Why are you back so soon? Did something happen?"
"I..." Meng Zihan's voice paused, a barely perceptible sob escaping her lips, "I've thought about it, and I still don't want to be away from you for too long. Brother Zhang, are you... free tonight? Could you come over to my place? I have something very, very important that I want to tell you in person."
She emphasized the words "very important".
Director Zhang on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds.
Who is he?
A cunning old fox who has spent half his life navigating the business world.
Meng Zihan's unusual tone and behavior immediately aroused his suspicion.
Something very important?
Why do we have to say it face to face?
The first thought that popped into his head was: Could this stupid woman be pregnant?
If you look at the dates, it does match up.
Director Zhang's lips involuntarily curled upwards.
On the one hand, he was proud of himself for being still vigorous despite being over fifty.
On the other hand, he couldn't help but frown, thinking with disdain that if his child had a brainless mother like Meng Zihan, his intelligence might be affected in the future.
However, he wasn't too worried about the children.
Anyway, he has plenty of money, raising another child is just a matter of adding another pair of chopsticks.
He has more than one illegitimate child outside, so adding another one wouldn't make a difference.
I'll have a good talk with Meng Zihan later. If she's really pregnant, she can have the baby if she wants.
But she absolutely cannot take care of the child. We must find the most professional postpartum nanny and babysitter team. We can't let this woman raise a fool.
With this in mind, Director Zhang made a plan.
He cleared his throat and said in what he thought was a gentle tone, "Okay, I understand. Wait for me, I'll come see you tonight after I finish my work."
"Okay, Brother Zhang, I'll wait for you."
Meng Zihan's voice sounded both obedient and compliant.
After hanging up the phone, Meng Zihan's gentle and aggrieved expression vanished instantly, leaving only a chilling aura.
Without delay, she went downstairs immediately, first to a pharmacy, then to a 24-hour convenience store, and bought a bottle of expensive red wine and several boxes of medicine.
She intends to give Director Zhang one last chance.
Tonight, she will confront Director Zhang, tell him everything she has discovered, and demand that he stop all money laundering activities using her company.
If Director Zhang refuses to agree and completely erases those accounts so that she won't be implicated, then she will have to use her own methods to finally resolve this matter.
Meanwhile, after hanging up the phone, Director Zhang became increasingly convinced that his guess was correct.
He was in a great mood and even hummed a little tune.
That evening, after finishing the last few company documents, Director Zhang had his driver take him directly to Meng Zihan's apartment without any delay.
He had no idea that the woman he considered foolish and easily controlled was currently in his apartment, meticulously preparing a deadly trap for him.
Upon arriving at Meng Zihan's apartment, Director Zhang opened the door with practiced ease.
“Baby, I’m back…”
Before he could finish speaking, Director Zhang was stunned.
The apartment was pitch black, the curtains were drawn tightly, and not a single light was on, except for a strong aromatherapy scent.
Director Zhang frowned, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
What is Meng Zihan up to?
Call him over, saying there's something important to discuss, but you're not home?
He started groping along the wall, trying to turn on the light.
Before I could even touch the switch, I heard a faint voice coming from the window.
"Brother Zhang, I'm here."
Director Zhang looked in the direction of the sound and then vaguely saw a person sitting by the window.
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