Lu Qiuling was stunned. "Police?"
Her heart suddenly tightened, and she wanted to stand up nervously and bewilderedly, but she had to suppress it tightly and could only stammer, "She...she did...what did she do to hurt you again?
She... me... Shengsheng... why is she so stubborn?! Wasn't that month in jail enough? Why is she pushing herself to such a dead end?!
Why on earth? She was very obedient when she was little…"
Meng Sheng listened to her helpless and broken voice and sighed helplessly.
She used to wonder why Ning Weiwei became like this, but she doesn’t think that way anymore.
No matter how you think about it, you can't change the facts.
But as a mother, Lu Qiuling found it difficult to accept.
If Ning Weiwei interfered in her marriage with Shang Boyu, it was a character issue, but if Ning Weiwei tried to kill her, it was a personality issue.
Meng Sheng put down the teacup in his hand only after Lu Qiuling had almost finished speaking.
After briefly considering the fact that Ning Weiwei wanted to kill her, she still did not tell Lu Qiuling directly.
He only said, "Aunt Lu... I know it's not easy for you and Uncle Ning, and you can't accept this result.
But some things cannot be changed by just a few words, just like Ning Weiwei, she can no longer turn back. It is no longer a matter of morality.
You can't stop her. As for her and Shang Boyu, it's over as far as I'm concerned. I've investigated everything I should have done, but now she still wants to kill me. I can't just sit there and wait for death.
Aunt Lu, you should know better than me. You should be able to imagine her ending, but it was what she deserved. She was the one who cut off her own retreat.
No one wants to be in this situation, and neither do I... but I can't help it. That's all I can say."
She couldn't say any more.
When Lu Qiuling heard this, it was like a bolt of lightning struck her directly.
She murmured absentmindedly, "Want your life? You...you mean Weiwei...she wants to harm you...how could she...how could she do this?"
Meng Sheng picked up the tea again and took a sip. He looked away and said unmovedly, "Aunt Lu, you should go back. Take care of yourselves and uncle."
Lu Qiuling knew that her last glimmer of hope was completely shattered.
The mistake Weiwei made was bigger than she had imagined. As Meng Sheng said, she couldn't pull herself back.
Tears fell one after another like pearls from a broken string.
She raised her hand and wiped away several tears, and her face looked as if she had aged twenty years.
For the sake of her daughter, even at her age, she had to humbly and sincerely apologize, "I'm sorry, Shengsheng, I'm really sorry... Well, I... I know everything you said..."
In the end, those polite words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them out. After a long while, she stood up and bowed deeply to Meng Sheng.
"Shengsheng, Auntie once again solemnly apologizes to you. I'm sorry, I understand what you said, and I know that I can't bring her back, no matter what the consequences are.
It's all her own fault. His father and I have nothing to say. I'm just really sorry for you. Auntie used to... really treat you like her own daughter..."
She paused with a sob, feeling that saying this now was meaningless and a bit pretentious.
She shook her head. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving now, leaving... leaving... I won't disturb you from working. Auntie hopes you will be happy and peaceful in the future. I'm sorry, Shengsheng."
Meng Sheng pursed his lips and said nothing more.
Seeing her walking towards the door, she put down the cup, stood up and walked her out of the office. Without staring at her back, she closed the door.
When I turned around, the phone on the desk rang. It was a text message alert.
The "ding" sound was extremely pleasant in the huge office.
[Be careful! Tonight at 4:27 AM, Ning Weiwei will sneak into the Yisheng Art Museum with a homemade mixture of concentrated nitric acid and ethanol. She will ambush you in the director's office, intending to kill you and the museum at the same time.]
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