The other party hung up the phone immediately.
Listening to the cold beeping sound on the phone, I felt dizzy and my whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Her legs went weak and she almost fell down several times.
She tried her best to calm herself down, to be more rational and calm, but the bloody photos in her hands kept tearing at her nerves.
She didn't call the police, but with shaking hands, she called Yu Zeyao. She needed Wen Yanzhi to give her a proper explanation and account. Or was all this simply a conspiracy between Yu Zeyao and Wen Yanzhi
She could no longer think calmly. At this moment, in her mind, no one could escape responsibility.
After the call was made, it was Zhuang Yan who answered the phone. Obviously, this number was not Yu Zeyao's personal number.
"I want to find Yu Zeyao." This was the first time Jing Yu called him by his name in front of outsiders.
Zhuang Yan knew something was wrong when he heard her tone, but he still said truthfully: "Miss Jing, the gentleman is meeting with very important foreign guests right now, so I'm afraid he can't answer your call. If there is anything important, why don't I tell him for you?"
Jing Yu is not a person who cannot distinguish the important from the unimportant.
His status is not ordinary. Everything he is involved in is a national event.
She said, "I want to contact his friend—Wen Yanzhi."
"Mr. Wen?" Zhuang Yan said, "Sir has been trying to contact Mr. Wen last night, but Mr. Wen's phone has not been connected until now."
Jing Yu felt a chill in his heart.
"How long will it take him to finish the meeting? I can wait for him."
"Ms. Jing, please wait a moment. Let me check the schedule."
After Zhuang Yan finished speaking, there was a long silence over there. Jing Yu held her phone tightly with both hands. She held her breath and waited. After a while, Zhuang Yan's voice finally came over, "The meeting will end in two hours. But there will be a Chinese dinner after the meeting. Mr. Jing can't be absent. There will be about two hours of rest after lunch. If Miss Jing is free at that time, maybe you can meet with Mr. Jing."
“Where is the Chinese restaurant?”
"At the Mustang Hotel."
"Then I'll go wait for him there."
Jing Yu didn't say anything else, hung up the phone, and took a taxi directly to Mustang.
The Mustang Hotel was obviously going to have high-ranking VIPs today, and they had already cleared the area early. The road a few miles away had already been blocked, and there were serious-looking bodyguards everywhere. The people around were curious and couldn't help but stop and look, but no one approached.
Jing Yu chose a roadside coffee shop and sat by the window, watching from afar. She was always upset, and the two hours were more tormenting than any other time for her.
She looked at her watch from time to time. It was not until a convoy of cars drove over from a distance and the people outside became noisy that she paid the bill and walked out of the cafe quickly.
She stood by the road and saw his car from a distance. He was sitting in the back seat. Jing Yu raised her hand, hoping that he might see her, but she was startled by another figure in the back seat.
There was a woman sitting next to him.
Mo Huan.
She was wearing a white suit, elegant and capable, with outstanding temperament. The two were whispering something, the woman leaned slightly towards the man, approached him and talked to him. He nodded occasionally, but didn't say much.
"Mr. Vice President!" Someone had already recognized the person in the car, "So it turns out that the person who came to the Mustang Hotel today is Mr. Vice President!"
"The one next to him is the future vice president's wife, right?"
“Very elegant!”
"This is not only a perfect match, but also a perfect couple."
Jing Yu slowly put down his raised hand.
At this moment, the window of the car suddenly rolled down. As the crowd waited, the man smiled and waved at them. Jing Yu felt that his eyes were looking towards her, and she also looked up at him, but before she could see the emotions in his eyes, she quickly looked away and stood outside the crowd.
"Miss Jing." At this moment, a familiar voice sounded. She raised her dim eyes and saw Zhuang Yan standing in front of her. He pulled the car parked on the side of another road and said, "Get in the car. The gentleman asked me to pick you up."
Jing Yu recalled the scene of him and Mo Huan sitting in the car just now. He pursed his lips, said nothing, and followed Zhuang Yan into the car.
Along the way, she asked nothing, said nothing, just looked out the window.
Zhuang Yan saw that she was in a bad mood and did not say anything.
When Jingyu came back to her senses, she found that their car was parked in front of the Mustang Hotel. Zhuang Yan gave her a pass and led her into the hotel.
"Ms. Jing, please have your meal in your room and wait for a while." Zhuang Yan handed her another room card.
All Jing Yu could do now was to wait, even though such a wait was too painful.
She took the room card and went upstairs. The waiter quickly brought up the rich meal, but Jingyu had no appetite at all. She just sat on the sofa blankly, her soul seemed to be empty, and she never moved her chopsticks.
She didn't dare to imagine what kind of pain and torture Jingrong was going through now.
Who are those people and what do they want
Could it be the creditors of the Liang family
However, Liang Shengyi said in person that all those debts had been repaid.
She was lost in thought, and there were many things in her mind that she couldn't figure out.
At this moment, there was a "click" sound, and the door was pushed open from the outside. Jing Yu came back to her senses and saw Yu Zeyao appear at the door. He looked at her deeply and closed the door with his backhand.
Jing Yu immediately stood up and walked towards him in a few steps.
He smiled charmingly, "I thought you would need more time to convince yourself. But Zhuang Yan said that you were looking for me in a hurry."
"I want to find your friend, and I need you to give me an explanation." Compared to his relaxed expression, Jing Yu's face was solemn.
Yu Zeyao thought she was worried because Wen Yanzhi took Jingrong away. "Don't be too nervous. It was Yanzhi who took him away. Yanzhi is not a person without sense of propriety. He will naturally bring him back after the weekend."
"Isn't he a person without sense of propriety?" Jing Yu couldn't hold it in any longer. His nose felt sore and his eyes were suddenly covered with a thin layer of mist. Tears were about to burst out.
Yu Zeyao frowned. He had never seen her so vulnerable.
"Jingrong was not taken away by him, but kidnapped by him." Jingyu took out the photos from his bag, his voice already hoarse, "Why did your friend kidnap him? What exactly did he want from Jingrong?"
When Yu Zeyao heard Jing Yu say this, his expression became more serious.
When he looked at the photo that Jingyu took out of the bag again, his face had become stiff and cold, covered with a layer of frost.