Chapter 4: You'll Die If You Can't Be an Idol
"I'm sorry to have dragged you into this." Qu Mingyuan's voice grew even lower as he tried to hold back his emotions. He could see the girl's eyes starting to glaze over. "Please hold on a little longer. Secretary Sun will be here soon."
Before he could finish speaking, Secretary Sun strode in, his usual composure replaced by a grim expression.
He practically lunged at Qu Mingyuan, leaning down to whisper something urgently in his ear.
Qu Mingyuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his eyes sharpened instantly.
At the same time, the system was also broadcasting in Ling Wei's mind in real time: "Weiwei! Someone reported that the person has reached the stairwell!"
Qu Mingyuan had obviously received the same information.
He made a decision immediately, looked at Ling Wei, and said quickly and clearly: "Don't worry. Remember, you are the representative of the amateur team I contacted for the cultural tourism project. You were just called here by me today and don't know anything else. I will take full responsibility."
He wanted to completely sever ties with her.
However, Ling Wei's reaction once again surprised him.
She turned abruptly, pushed open the window behind her, and the night wind rushed in, blowing her sweat-dampened hair and thin skirt, outlining her resolute figure.
"Don't do anything foolish!" Qu Mingyuan's heart sank. He didn't even have time to think. He forced his almost exhausted body to hug her tightly from behind.
His chest pressed against her burning back, his hot breath brushing against her ear, his voice urgent: "Trust me! Leave it to me! Don't risk your life!"
Secretary Sun was also terrified and rushed over to grab Ling Wei's other arm tightly.
Tightly held by two people to the window, with the chill and dizziness of the sixth-floor height ahead, Ling Wei remained unusually clear-headed.
She hurriedly explained, "I'm not going to jump! Look down, there's room for people to stand!"
She noticed while observing her surroundings that there was a wide protrusion on the decorative wall next to the air conditioner outdoor unit platform, big enough for a person to stand on.
She struggled to pry the hands binding her arm, her voice broken as she spoke: "I can't... be taken away! The label of 'suspected involvement in a sex scandal... being taken away' is absolutely a stain on my reputation."
Secretary Sun felt as if a pair of iron clamps had forcibly pried his hands open.
Secretary Sun: "!!!"
What's with this girl's strength?!
Next, it was Qu Mingyuan's turn. He held her very tightly, and Ling Wei struggled to turn around in his arms, instantly turning into a face-to-face position pressed tightly together.
He looked down and met her eyes, which were shimmering with water yet burning with an indomitable flame.
For a moment he was distracted, Ling Wei pressed her hands against his chest and pushed him away forcefully: "An idol cannot have any blemishes! If I can't stand on the stage... I'd rather die!"
Qu Mingyuan was already relying on willpower to hold on, and with her push, he staggered backward and fell. Secretary Sun quickly helped him up.
Ling Wei sat sideways on the windowsill, and the night breeze immediately entwined her slightly curly long hair. A few strands of hair brushed against her flushed cheeks, and the night breeze gently lifted her suspender dress, making the tiny flowers seem to dance in the moonlight.
“And I,” she tilted her head slightly, revealing a pair of clear eyes through her wind-blown hair, “will absolutely not die.”
She gently placed her hands on the window frame, nimbly turned around, and landed steadily on the platform below.
Just then, a knocking sound came from the door, accompanied by someone announcing their home.
Inside the room, Qu Mingyuan and Secretary Sun quickly exchanged a glance.
Qu Mingyuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging medicinal power within his body. His eyes regained their usual calmness, and he quickly whispered to Secretary Sun, "Go answer the door and stall for thirty seconds."
Secretary Sun understood and immediately adjusted her expression. While calling out "Please wait a moment," she walked steadily toward the door, deliberately slowing her movements.
Qu Mingyuan quickly checked the room, erasing any obvious traces of anyone else besides himself, then sat heavily back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and propped his head up with his hand.
Downstairs, Qu Chengang carefully placed Bai Wanqing in the back seat of the car. He closed the car door and his gaze inadvertently swept across the parking lot, where he happened to see a car with an understated color but a unique model. His brows furrowed involuntarily.
"This is a small matter; my uncle should be able to handle it." He didn't take it seriously and wasn't too worried.
However, just as he was about to walk around to the other side to get on the bus, his gaze inadvertently glanced upwards, and he froze.
On the exterior wall of the building on the side, a blurry figure stood out!
"Could it be... jumping off a building?!"
That would be a huge problem!
His expression changed drastically, and he only had time to tell the driver, "Take her to the hospital." Then he sprinted towards the building at top speed.
After the door was opened, three members, led by Team Leader Wang, walked in.
Team Leader Wang's gaze swept across the room like a hawk's, instantly locking onto Qu Mingyuan, whose face was flushed, on the sofa.
"What's wrong with Qu Hall?" Team Leader Wang asked with concern, his eyes searching around.
Secretary Sun immediately stepped forward, her face displaying just the right amount of anxiety and helplessness: "Team Leader Wang, our director had a business dinner tonight and probably drank too much. He's feeling unwell, and we were just about to take him to the hospital."
"Drunk on alcohol?" Team Leader Wang chuckled, his nostrils flaring slightly, his tone suggestive. "The smell of alcohol in this room... isn't that strong. I've heard that Director Qu is known for his enormous capacity for alcohol; being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk might be an exaggeration, but a few cups shouldn't be enough to cause this." He took two steps closer, his gaze fixed on Qu Mingyuan's tightly closed eyes and taut jawline. "Director Qu doesn't seem like he's drunk; it's more like... he ate something he shouldn't have."
Just then, Qu Mingyuan opened his eyelids. His eyes were bloodshot from the effects of the medicine, but his gaze was clear and calm.
He looked at Team Leader Wang, his voice hoarse, yet each word clear:
"Team Leader Wang... truly... insightful." He took a breath, as if gathering strength, then a very faint smile appeared on his lips. "I'm also... very curious. How about I trouble Team Leader Wang... to personally take me to the hospital, and we... investigate thoroughly from beginning to end? Investigate who I came into contact with tonight, what I ate, what I drank... make sure the truth comes out."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the other three people, except for Secretary Sun, changed.
The room fell into an eerie silence.
Qu Mingyuan has made his point clear from the start. He doesn't shy away from the fact that he might have been framed, and even takes the initiative to request a thorough investigation, which means that he is not afraid of making a big fuss about it.
Once the investigation goes deeper and follows the trail of drugging, who will eventually be found?
The person who made Team Leader Wang appear here "in time" today will probably be the first to be dragged down.
This is not his purpose in investigating the scandal at all; he's just asking for trouble and shooting himself in the foot!
Team Leader Wang's throat bobbed, and he swallowed back the sarcastic remark that was about to come out.
His face darkened, and he stopped responding to Qu Mingyuan's words, instead shouting sternly at his men, "What are you all standing there for? Check the room thoroughly! Don't miss a single corner!"
He must find someone!
Once that solid "evidence" is found to confirm the sex scandal, Qu Mingyuan's current tough stance will become a joke.
At that point, who will care how the medicine was administered? The focus will be entirely on his conduct.
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