Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 754: Break and Establish_2

With those words, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked away the moment the cabin door opened.

Mei Qingdai furrowed her brows tightly—the remarks about the couple’s discord and her husband’s severe injury had all hit home.

She had never seen this person before, and Yu Fuce’s injury was a well-kept secret that no ordinary person would know.

Could this person truly have some extraordinary abilities? That enigmatic air of hers was indeed rather convincing.

Mei Qingdai mulled over the last sentence.

Though blessed with offspring, ancestral debts bring calamity; their destiny is to be cut short, leaving no heirs.

The more she analyzed it, the less it sat well with her—was it saying that although she had children, the ancestral misdeeds, coupled with the longevity curse from those above, meant her offspring had little chance of surviving?

Is that what it meant?

"Hold on..."

Mei Qingdai snapped to attention and immediately chased after the figure. Unfortunately, the silhouette had already disappeared beyond the boarding bridge.

Standing motionless, Mei Qingdai’s delicate brows remained furrowed.

Those words from the young girl weighed heavily on her heart, like a boulder pressing down, making it hard to breathe.

The Yu family had sent a driver to pick her up, and Mei Qingdai first paid a visit to the hospital to check on Yu Fuce. After all, they were husband and wife—she had to feign concern to maintain appearances.

Yu Fuce had not regained consciousness at all. According to the doctor, his head injury was severe, and even if he woke, parts of his memory might be permanently compromised.

Standing watch at the door was Zhong Qi, while inside the room, Mei Qingdai was alone with the unconscious Yu Fuce lying on the hospital bed, oblivious to the world.

"Serves you right."

Mei Qingdai’s tone lacked even a shred of sympathy. "The internet’s right—men are only honest when they’re mounted on a wall."

Unable to wake up, he was being honest now too.

Just then, the sound of a phone ringing broke the quiet within the hospital room.

Mei Qingdai glanced over—it was a phone left on the bedside table.

That was Yu Fuce’s phone.

He usually guarded his belongings fiercely, especially his phone and laptop, as if she were a thief. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Mei Qingdai looked around. Against her better judgment, her hand reached out, taking the phone.

The phone had a lock screen password. Mei Qingdai tried using Yu Fuce’s birthday—it didn’t work.

She tried her own birthday—it didn’t work either.

Could it be the birthday of the mistress Yu Fuce kept outside?

She knew Yu Fuce had someone outside. He guarded against her so meticulously that, even though she was aware, she could do nothing about it. She opted to turn a blind eye—after all, with the grandmother still in charge, Yu Fuce wouldn’t dare bring anyone home.

But as for who this woman was, she still didn’t know.

Holding the phone in her hand, Mei Qingdai stepped out. Present at the door, besides Zhong Qi, was another person.

Li Zhao, Yu Fuce’s assistant and bodyguard, the keeper of many of Yu Fuce’s secrets. During the trip to Siland, Li Zhao hadn’t accompanied him, thus sparing himself from the ensuing punishment.

Seeing Mei Qingdai step out, Li Zhao immediately lowered his head.

Mei Qingdai approached him and held out the phone. "What’s the password?"

Li Zhao shook his head. "Second Madam, I really don’t know."

"You saw it yourself—Sir is unconscious, and his phone keeps ringing. I’m concerned someone important might be trying to reach him. I’m his wife; would I harm him?"

Li Zhao continued to shake his head.

Mei Qingdai narrowed her eyes. "Zhong Qi."

Zhong Qi stepped forward, twisting Li Zhao’s arms behind his back and forcing him down to his knees.

Mei Qingdai leaned in closer. "Right now, only I can protect you. If you’re smart, you’ll know the choice to make."

She knew persuasion wouldn’t work on him, but fortunately, she had planned ahead.

Mei Qingdai pulled up a photo from the phone’s gallery and held it in front of Li Zhao. "The girl in this photo—recognize her?"

Li Zhao’s pupils contracted sharply, and he struggled instinctively. "Madam, my sister knows nothing. Please don’t harm her."

Mei Qingdai let out a soft laugh. "Relax. As long as you cooperate, I have no reason to hurt her."

Li Zhao closed his eyes briefly. "Sir’s phone unlock password is 990128."

Mei Qingdai sneered. "Is that woman’s birthday?"

She entered the digits, and the phone immediately unlocked.

She knew Yu Fuce had two phones—one for public use and one private.

This should be his public phone; the private one was locked in the desk drawer of his study, and he generally carried the drawer’s key on him.

Though this was the public phone, which contained work-related contacts and matters, even from tenuous clues, insights could be gleaned.

The call log displayed numerous missed calls, most from his gang of shady friends.

Opening WeChat, amidst the flood of messages, she spotted a user with a highly suspicious profile picture and username.

The profile picture was familiar: a celebrity actress, Qiao Wan. That image was trending online, so popular that eight out of ten people had used it at some point.

The username was marked as NANA.

She clicked in—the person had sent over twenty messages in the past seven days, almost all asking Yu Fuce where he was, why his phone wasn’t reachable, and whether something had happened.

Messages older than seven days were all deleted.

This indicated Yu Fuce had cleared the chat history seven days ago—the day he had his accident in Siland.

Mei Qingdai’s gaze darkened. This woman was clearly Yu Fuce’s long-term mistress.

And there was more—she discovered several other women who maintained frequent contact with Yu Fuce. But based on her judgment, those women had fleeting entanglements with him, nowhere near the significance of NANA.

Mei Qingdai asked, "Where’s the key to his study desk drawer?"

To uncover this woman’s identity, she needed access to his other phone. Yu Fuce was gravely injured and unconscious, promising the perfect opportunity.

Li Zhao shook his head. "Madam, I truly don’t know."

Mei Qingdai thought for a moment. "Where are the clothes he took off?"

"The housemaids took them home for laundry."

Mei Qingdai returned the phone to its place. She decided it was time to visit the grandmother.

Back at Four Seasons Manor, inside Songhe Courtyard, Wei Zhuhua was just stepping out, her face revealing a hint of surprise upon seeing her.

"Sister-in-law, you’ve returned."

"I’ve been worried about Grandmother; I rushed back as quickly as I could. How is Grandmother?" Mei Qingdai wore an expression of concern.

Wei Zhuhua sighed. "Not very well. You should go check on her."

Mei Qingdai hastened into the bedroom, where she saw the frail, almost skeletal grandmother lying on the bed. Displaying visible grief on her face, she felt nothing but indifference within.

"Grandmother, Qing’er is back. Please open your eyes and look at me..."

Her mind incessantly replayed the black-clad girl’s words from the airplane—Though blessed with offspring, ancestral debts bring calamity; their destiny is to be cut short, leaving no heirs.

Like a curse, the words coiled within her thoughts, refusing to dissipate. Unseen by others, her eyes grew colder, darker.

For my child to survive, you must die.

Wei Zhuhua, hearing Mei Qingdai’s heartrending cries, felt unsettled. The grandmother wasn’t even dead yet, and there she was carrying on as though mourning a loss.

Truly fitting for someone with a theatrical pedigree—even the mourning postures and tones struck a chord of genuine grief in her.