Pei Sui smiled gently as he looked at the words.
It seems that some previously delayed plans need to be restarted.
I'll have to go see the new house when I get back.
Actually, he owns two large villas in the west of the city and a 380-square-meter flat, but he has always lived in the south of the city. Even when he returns to the west, he lives in the old house and has hardly ever lived in the other houses.
He lived in one of the villas for a period of time when he was in high school and college.
He also owns a villa in the south of the city. The location is decent, but it's a bit small and doesn't have a garden. He's not satisfied with using it as a wedding home, feeling it would be unfair to Meng Sheng.
He roughly tallied up his assets and properties in his mind. If he got married, he didn't plan to have the property notarized, let alone sign a prenuptial agreement.
However, Meng Sheng could sign if he needed to.
He rolled down the car window, letting the wind rush in, and snapped a picture of the bustling neon-lit night scene for Meng Sheng: "The wind in Beijing tonight should be sweet and romantic. Feel it; it's my longing, carried by the evening breeze."
Meng Sheng, I miss you so much.
Back at the hotel, Pei Sui contacted designers from Chaumet, Harry Winston, Cartier, and Van Cleef & Arpels to design two pairs of rings for each of them.
A pair of engagement rings and a pair of wedding rings.
They also need to design three sets of jewelry with completely different styles, as betrothal gifts and for Meng Sheng's wedding.
Of course, he didn't neglect the wedding dresses either, and insisted on the principle of "comparing prices from three different vendors". He had someone find designers from Julia Kontogruni, ELIEASSB, Vera Wang, and Valentino to design six wedding dresses for the wedding photos, as well as four evening gowns.
The same goes for wedding shoes.
These designs alone amount to a very large sum of money.
When the time comes, Meng Sheng can choose for herself; she'll surely find one she likes.
Although it may sound exaggerated, Pei Sui just wanted to give her the best; everything had to be unique.
He didn't want Meng Sheng to envy anyone; it was enough for her to be the object of others' envy.
This is the confidence he gave her.
He then sent two more messages to Lu Xiuyuan, stating his conditions and asking him to list the houses that met his criteria for his reference.
Meng Sheng, who was far away in Beijing, had no idea that Pei Sui had planned so much in just a few hours.
She replied: "Yes, I miss you too, I miss you so much, I long for your return."
Time passed uneventfully, and five days later, a thunderstorm arrived uninvited, turning the once clear sky overcast and dispelling some of the sweltering heat.
The table of contents and layout for the proceedings were finalized at the morning meeting. Time is still a bit tight, as the proceedings will be published on the 20th of next month. There will be a press conference, various interviews, and several events and banquets related to the publication.
All of these things need to be sorted out within these 24 days. Communication is needed with domestic and foreign media, as well as procedures, review of the proceedings, design of the title page and cover, and so on.
Meng Sheng's dreams were filled with these things, one after another. After resolving one matter, another would take its place, keeping him extremely busy.
She had only been taking a nap on the office sofa for less than half an hour when she was woken up by a phone call.
Even though the ringtone volume was very low, she had been receiving so many calls these past few days that she felt she was becoming a bit neurotic, constantly feeling like the phone was ringing.
She opened her eyes, glanced at her phone screen, and froze when she saw the caller ID's name.
Chen Ye.
It was Chen Ye calling.
The captain of the criminal investigation branch, the eldest son of the wealthy Chen family, a young master who would rather go home and inherit billions of dollars if he didn't become a criminal police officer.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly remembered Ning Weiwei, whom she had completely forgotten.
Her intuition told her that Chen Ye's call was definitely related to the missing Ning Weiwei.
She took a deep breath, composed herself, and reached for her phone to answer, "Hello, Captain Chen."
"Miss Meng, I'm sorry to bother you." Chen Ye's low, husky voice came through the microphone.
"It's nothing. Captain Chen, is there something you need for my call today?"
She and Chen Ye didn't actually keep in touch much. They had only eaten together twice because of Pei Sui and He Xuan, and they didn't have any personal relationship.
Chen Ye said, "Cheng Jie has been caught and taken into custody this morning. If Ms. Meng has time, she can come to the police station to identify him."
Meng Sheng was taken aback, and didn't immediately recall who Cheng Jie was.
But thinking of Ning Weiwei, it only took a few seconds before he remembered her again.
She asked in surprise, "He was arrested? How did he get arrested?"
"Let's talk about this when you come to the police station." This concerns their plan to apprehend the criminal, and it's really not convenient to disclose it to outsiders, especially over the phone, for fear of being recorded by someone with malicious intent.
Therefore, we must be careful.
Meng Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then understood what he meant. "I was being presumptuous. So... can I go over this afternoon?"
“Sure,” Chen Ye said. “Just call me when you get there.”
"Okay, thank you... thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Sheng pursed her lips and gripped her phone tightly.
Cheng Jie was apprehended faster than she had imagined.
Who knows, we might even be able to pry the truth about her mother's car accident out of Cheng Jie.
She turned her head to look at the gloomy, rainy sky, and her heart slowly grew heavy. Whenever she thought of her mother's death, her heart would still ache, and she would still feel suffocated and pained.
Therefore, Ning Weiwei, that heartless and inhuman creature, truly deserves to die.
Even after more than a month, the thought of Ning Weiwei still made her unable to calm down. All the hatred and anger surged in her chest, unable to overflow or be suppressed.
She stood up and walked to the window, all sleepiness gone. She slowly closed her eyes, the sound of pattering rain gently tapping the earth filling her ears.
The rain gradually extinguished the anger in her heart. After a long while, she opened her eyes again, her eyes clear and calm, faintly reflecting the rain outside the window. She found the phone number of the director of Qiming Mental Hospital in her phone's contacts and dialed it directly.
The phone was answered on the fourth note of the song. The dean's obsequious, flattering voice reached her ears, adding a touch of sullenness to the otherwise melodious sound of the song, which made her frown in disgust.
“Miss Meng, oh my, I heard magpies chirping this morning, and I thought that a distinguished guest must be coming to visit. I never expected to receive a call from you. It is truly an honor for me.”
Flattery will get you everywhere.
That's absolutely true.
Moreover, there's a saying: "You can't hit someone who's smiling."
Even though this face was so ugly, Meng Sheng felt that slapping it would leave his hand sticky.
The dean's voice rang out again, "What are your instructions, Miss Meng? I will do my best to help you with anything I can, and I will also try my best to help you with anything I cannot."
Meng Sheng didn't want to waste time talking to him and asked directly, "Where's Ning Weiwei? How is she now?"
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