At five in the morning, Meng Jingwei was transferred to St. De Hospital overnight.
She didn't refuse the arrangement to go to St. De Hospital because she knew Li Yun'er was currently there. If she were also at St. De Hospital, Li Yun'er would undoubtedly come to 'chat' with her.
This would only make it more conducive for her to collect evidence.
However, precisely because of this, Meng Jingwei dared not sleep, fearing that the Li family's schemes would harm her again if they failed.
She held out from midnight until eight in the morning. Sleepiness hit her, and she desperately wanted to sleep but dared not.
It wasn't until this moment that Qing Muyye appeared in her hospital room.
"How are you feeling?"
Qing Muyye had returned to his usual cold, imposing, handsome, and dashing demeanor. His short hair was meticulously slicked, his suit unwrinkled, exuding an aura of wealth.
It was only after he walked in that Meng Jingwei noticed the bandage wrapped around the back of his hand.
"You're injured?"
It was rare for her to speak to him calmly.
Not for any other reason than that Qing Muyye had charged into the fire to save her yesterday.
She kept this debt of gratitude in her heart.
The man lowered his head, glancing at his bandaged hand dismissively.
"The two people who kidnapped you yesterday have been apprehended, and I'm sending people to investigate," Qing Muyye said.
"Oh."
Meng Jingwei responded with an 'oh' but showed little emotional fluctuation.
Because...
Those two people had, of course, been taken away by people she had arranged.
"Thank you for yesterday."
Meng Jingwei expressed her genuine gratitude.
Qing Muyye sat on the visitor's chair, looking at Meng Jingwei, whose eyes were so drowsy she could barely keep them open. A pang of tenderness stirred in his heart.
He assumed she was afraid to sleep because she was shaken by last night's events.
Looking at her dark complexion, Qing Muyye found her surprisingly agreeable, even less ugly than when he first met her.
Perhaps...
She was the type who grew on you.
From last night until now, whenever Qing Muyye had free time, his mind would replay the scene of him finding Meng Jingwei collapsed on the floor in the bathroom.
In that instant, his heart had nearly stopped, and he had frozen for a brief moment.
He thought Meng Jingwei had died from inhaling the dense smoke that had flooded the bathroom.
It wasn't until he reached out and checked her breathing, confirming she was alive, that his worried heart finally settled.
For Qing Muyye, last night's events were perhaps the craziest thing he had done to date!
"Why were you at my house?"
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
"Xiao Cheng told me you were missing, so I went to look for you."
He replied.
Meng Jingwei nodded and then asked, "Why did you save me yesterday?"
She had expected an explanation from Qing Muyye, but instead, he coolly stated, "The firefighters saved me."
"Not you?"
Meng Jingwei frowned, not understanding why Qing Muyye would deny it.
"You're not worthy."
The man raised his cold eyes, a profound indifference within them.
His detached demeanor made Meng Jingwei doubt herself. Was it truly not him yesterday?
But if it wasn't him, then where did the injury on his hand come from?
After speaking, Qing Muyye, with a cold expression, stood up and walked out of the room.
Song Ci, who was guarding outside the room, closed the door and left behind Qing Muyye.
Song Ci glanced back at the hospital room where Meng Jingwei was, utterly bewildered. "Boss, you clearly saved Miss Meng, why won't you admit it?"
Heaven knew that when he arrived at the scene and saw his boss carrying Meng Jingwei out of the fire, he was utterly stunned.
His jaw dropped in astonishment, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg.
In his memory, his boss had never taken risks for anyone!
As his words fell, Qing Muyye paused and turned to gaze at Song Ci.
His sharp gaze sent a chill down Song Ci's spine, and he couldn't help but swallow.
"This matter ends here."
It was a warning, telling Song Ci to never mention it again.
With that, the man proceeded directly to Madam Qing's hospital room.
Standing where he was, Song Ci watched his boss's retreating back and instantly understood. His boss simply didn't want to admit his developing feelings.
Or perhaps, his arrogant self couldn't accept that he had fallen for an ugly and ordinary country girl!
Qing Muyye entered the room. Madam Qing was lying in bed, receiving an IV drip.
Seeing his injured hand wrapped in bandages, she asked, "What happened? Your hand is injured too?"
"I accidentally scalded it."
Qing Muyye replied nonchalantly.
"You're all grown up, and you still don't know how to be careful. Sigh..."
Madam Qing sighed and looked up at the IV drip, asking, "How many more days do you need to be hospitalized?"
"The blood clot in my brain hasn't absorbed yet, so I'll need to stay in the hospital for a while longer."
"What about Jingwei? That girl promised to visit me when she had time, why haven't I seen her?"
Mentioning Meng Jingwei, Madam Qing's scrutinizing gaze fell upon Qing Muyye. "Did you stir up trouble again and upset that girl Jingwei?"
The man's expression darkened, and a hint of helplessness flickered across his handsome face.
"Yun'er has also left."
He said.
His tone implied, "I also made Li Yun'er leave, why aren't you saying anything about that?"
"Li Yun'er is gone, perfect. Let that girl Jingwei come and keep me company, otherwise, an old woman like me will be bored."
Meng Jingwei had stayed at the Qing family's old residence for a few days previously, and they had gotten along well. Madam Qing had grown to particularly like the simple and forthright Meng Jingwei.
Qing Muyye didn't understand why she liked Meng Jingwei so much, but to let her recuperate, he could only lie, "She's gone on a business trip."
Due to the cerebral hemorrhage, doctors had strictly advised her to rest in bed for a week and avoid any movement, let alone getting angry or agitated.
He could only resort to this plan.
"Hmph, I'm old, but my brain isn't broken. Jingwei doesn't have a job, what business trip could she possibly be on?"
"She's gone to work at Xiao Cheng's company."
"What? Went to Xiao Cheng's company? Oh dear, that Xiao Cheng is unreliable, he might trick that silly girl Jingwei. You might as well arrange for her to work at your company."
Qing Muyye: "..."
He had never seen Madam Qing care so much about him before.
"Not just anyone can enter Song Yu Group,"
Qing Muyye crossed his legs, looking down at company information sent to his phone, and said coldly.
Unexpectedly, his words angered Madam Qing. She slapped his arm, "What are you talking about, you brat? Jingwei is my god-granddaughter. What, my words don't count anymore? Can't I call the shots in the Qing family anymore!"
An old child, an old child – this referred to elderly people like Madam Qing.
From time to time, they would throw tantrums like children.
Qing Muyye raised his ink-dark eyebrows, utterly helpless against Madam Qing.
He could only say, "Once you're discharged, you can arrange whatever you want."
"That's more like it."
Madam Qing snorted, with a touch of proud defiance, very much like the small satisfaction of someone who had won an argument.
Knock, knock, knock—
At that moment, a bodyguard walked over and knocked on the door.
Qing Muyye walked out, and the bodyguard said to him, "Master Qing, Miss Meng wants to be discharged."