That night, Xia Weilan lost all her appetite. The carefully prepared dinner was quickly finished.
Xia Weilan soon returned to her room. That night, although she lay in bed, she just couldn't fall asleep.
As if sensing her restlessness, Mo Beichen silently pulled her into his arms.
Both of them fell asleep very late.
On the other side, Ouyang Mingqi had already made all the arrangements and secretly sent Xia Ruolin abroad.
That night, Ouyang Mingqi received a call from Xia Ruolin. "Husband, did Xia Weilan really find out?"
"Yes, but don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you. Take good care of the baby in your womb. Just follow the doctor's advice and don't worry. I'll take care of everything for you." Ouyang Mingqi coaxed her softly.
"Okay, husband, I love you. Wait for me to give birth to the baby in two months. Then you must come to see me." Knowing that she couldn't return to China, Xia Ruolin said reluctantly to Ouyang Mingqi.
"Okay. I'll come to see you when I'm free. Don't stay up late at night. Have a good rest." Ouyang Mingqi instructed.
Xia Ruolin on the other end of the phone replied sweetly and obediently hung up the phone.
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Early in the morning, an astonishing piece of news spread in the Xia Group. It was said that Xia Ruolin had killed someone and fled, and the person she had killed was her own grandfather.
Not only the other employees couldn't believe it, but even Xia Mei was in disbelief.
"Who is spreading such rumors? How dare you slander my daughter like this!" Xia Mei grabbed an employee who was gossiping and scolded angrily, "You're so bold that you even dare to make up stories about the director. Do you still want your job?"
"Manager, I'm sorry. I was wrong." The employee lowered their head nervously.
Xue Zhiqing immediately stepped forward. "Alright. We still have a board meeting later. We'll deal with these people later."
Although Xue Zhiqing felt a bit guilty, he still pretended to be calm.
As soon as the old man had an accident, Xia Ruolin immediately called him and asked him to prepare a forged will. Combining these things with today's rumors, Xue Zhiqing immediately guessed a possibility, that is, Xia Ruolin might really have had someone kill Old Man Xia.
No matter how shocked he was, Xue Zhiqing didn't dare to tell his wife. He could only comfort her first.
With extremely ugly expressions on their faces, the two entered the meeting room.
In the meeting room, the other shareholders had already arrived. When they saw Xue Zhiqing and Xia Mei coming in, they immediately stopped their discussion. A shareholder asked tentatively, "Why isn't Ruolin here?"
Xia Mei glared angrily. "Do you believe those rumors outside? Ruolin is so pregnant. Of course, she needs to have a good rest."
The shareholder shut up.
This was indeed just a rumor. So far, there was no solid evidence. Therefore, the shareholders didn't bring it up.
When the meeting was about to start, Xia Weilan arrived just in time.
In the past, if Xia Weilan had come so late, Xue Zhiqing would always have said something sarcastic. But today, Xue Zhiqing kept quiet and just sat there in a daze. It wasn't until someone called his name and nudged him that he came to his senses.
"What?"
Xia Weilan looked at Xue Zhiqing coldly. "Manager Xue, please take a look at the document in front of you and tell me your opinion."
Only then did Xue Zhiqing notice the document in front of him. He subconsciously picked it up and saw that it contained some photocopies of his imitations of Old Man Xia's handwriting.
From the initial clumsy attempts to the later perfect imitations, and finally to the forgeries that could almost pass as real.
"Where did you get these?" Xue Zhiqing was so scared that he immediately closed the document and pressed it tightly. His facial expression was extremely complex, like a box of spilled seasonings.
"Xue Zhiqing, do you plead guilty?" Xia Weilan looked at him calmly.
"Plead guilty to what? What's going on?" Xia Mei was stunned. She grabbed the panicked Xue Zhiqing and was a bit anxious. What on earth was going on this early in the morning? First, there were rumors everywhere that her daughter had killed Old Man Xia, and now Xia Weilan was asking Xue Zhiqing to plead guilty.
Who could explain what was going on?
This world was really crazy.
"You can deny it, but I also have the confession of Second Uncle Xia. Do you want me to play it for everyone now?" Xia Weilan took out her phone and was about to click on an MP3 file in front of Xue Zhiqing.
But the next second, Xue Zhiqing, who used to be so high-spirited, suddenly slumped heavily in his chair and murmured, "No need. I confess."
"What do you confess to? What's that? Let me have a look." Taking advantage of Xue Zhiqing's momentary distraction, Xia Mei immediately snatched the document. After reading it, her face turned green. She said to Xue Zhiqing, "You wrote these? How could this be?"
The shareholders were already extremely curious. They stretched out their arms to look at the document. They only saw a corner of it and a few of Old Man Xia's signatures, but they didn't understand what was going on.
Suddenly, the door of the meeting room was pushed open, and several policemen walked in. After nodding to Xia Weilan, they walked straight towards Xue Zhiqing and pulled him up from his chair. "Someone has accused you of forging a will. Now you have to come with us."
Xue Zhiqing looked as if the sky was falling. He stared blankly at the policemen.
Just like that, in full view of everyone, he was taken away by the policemen.
Thinking of what Xue Zhiqing had just said about pleading guilty, everyone immediately understood what had happened.
For a moment, the meeting room was in an uproar.
Only Xia Mei followed them out with a very ugly expression on her face.
The meeting couldn't continue. Xia Weilan stood up. "The meeting is over. Everyone can leave."
Xia Weilan returned to her office and rubbed her temples in pain.
Such a thing happening to the Xia family today was also a disgrace to her.
But she still had to take charge of the overall situation. She had to seek justice for the old man's death. She absolutely couldn't be soft-hearted.
Now, the only person on Xia Weilan's mind was Xia Ruolin, who was on the run.
She must find her and see if Xia Ruolin's heart was made of wood. How could she be so heartless?
In the afternoon, Xia Weilan felt a splitting headache and couldn't stay in the office any longer. She handed over her work to Manager Han Yishi and left with her coat in hand.
The snow outside had gradually stopped, but the air was still icy cold, stinging the skin like a knife without drawing blood.
Xia Weilan stood alone in the pavilion in the garden of the Xia family's old mansion. She looked up at the plum blossoms all around. They were in full bloom, showing off their vitality.
They looked so tenacious.
Xia Weilan's gaze fell on one of the plum blossoms, but her thoughts drifted far away. She remembered the most difficult time in her life when she was finally taken back to the Xia family by her grandfather.
On the first day her grandfather brought her back, he held her hand and took her here to see the plum blossoms. Her grandfather looked so kind. He said, "Look, the plum blossoms are in bloom as soon as you come back. You're sure to have good fortune in the future."
At that time, her grandfather held a banquet for her and gave her the best things, for fear that she would be wronged.
But in the blink of an eye, everything had changed.
Just when Xia Weilan's eyes were slightly red, a warm shawl suddenly fell on her shoulders. Then, the familiar scent of a man wafted over.
"Don't catch a cold after standing outside for so long." He put one hand on her shoulder and the other on her lower back, pulling her into his arms.
"Why are you here?" Xia Weilan turned around and saw Steward Xu not far away, looking at them worriedly. She immediately understood.
After they both entered the house, the maid immediately brought a bowl of hot soup. "Miss."
Mo Beichen reached out to take it and personally brought it to Xia Weilan's lips. "Drink it while it's hot to keep out the cold."
The sourness in Xia Weilan's heart suddenly disappeared. Looking at everyone in the room caring about her, she had no reason to be so sad.
She drank the soup in one gulp. When she put down the bowl, her face immediately regained its former vitality.
She had to cheer up. Life had to go on.