At that moment, Meng Jingwei furrowed her brows tightly and clamped her lips shut. The nails digging into Qing Muye’s arm left deep marks, her grip so strong it drew blood, a testament to her struggle to conceal her reaction.
"Cough, cough…"
Blushing with a mixture of shame and anger, Meng Jingwei glared at Qing Muye. She used a cough to mask her words, then said, "I've picked up a delivery order and I'm on my way. I'll call you back later."
With that, she promptly ended the call.
She then reached out and slapped Qing Muye. "Bastard, aren't you too shameless?"
His vile actions were utterly outrageous.
"What, afraid your beloved will find out, feel sad, and get hurt? Are you worried about him?"
Meng Jingwei felt wronged, but a new idea sparked in her mind.
Suppressing her disgust for the man, she placed her hands on his waist and pretended to be displeased. "With this little strength, has Lord Qing not eaten?"
She forced a smile. "Compared to Xiao Cheng, you're far behind. Is this what people in Lancheng call 'not close to women'? In my opinion… it's kidney deficiency."
This sudden reversal of attitude, while greatly satisfying Qing Muye's ego, did not make him lose his reason.
He knew Meng Jingwei was deliberately trying to provoke him.
"Put away your futile little schemes. The doctor said your pregnancy is stable. I, Qing Muye's seed, will protect it!"
As his words fell, the smile vanished from Meng Jingwei's face.
That's right.
Her intention in deliberately provoking him was to make the man so excited that he would forget everything, leading to a miscarriage.
That way, she wouldn't have to bear a child for the Qing family.
It was a shame he saw through her intentions at a glance.
The man, sated, got up, leaving her alone in her disheveled state in the lounge.
Just like last time, as he was leaving, he said, "Someone will bring you clothes later."
He left.
He abandoned her in the lounge as if she were trash.
Meng Jingwei lay on the bed, utterly crushed by despair, but she was resilient. If something that had already happened were to happen again, how could it cause the same heartache as the first time?
However, Meng Jingwei felt a pang of regret. She had only used makeup to 'uglify' her face, which was why that scoundrel never kissed her during their intimacy, nor did he ever want to look at her face.
If she had known this earlier, she truly wished she had smeared her entire skin with dark pigment!
Afterward, someone delivered clothes.
Meng Jingwei changed into the new clothes and threw the ruined ones into the trash can. Only then, seething with anger, did she go downstairs and ride away on her electric scooter.
Unbeknownst to her, Xiao Cheng was sitting in a car not far away.
He naturally knew Meng Jingwei had not left, so he drove a car Meng Jingwei had never seen before and parked it not far from her electric scooter.
Seeing her leave in different clothes than when she arrived, Xiao Cheng was perplexed.
Why was she lying?
All his questions were answered four hours later, after the Qing family's engagement banquet concluded.
He ordered people to review the surveillance footage from the Hilton Hotel and clearly saw Qing Muye dragging Meng Jingwei into the third-floor lounge. He only left after a full half hour.
Xiao Cheng didn't watch the rest of the video, because after recalling Meng Jingwei's soft groan during her phone call at that time, he understood everything.
…
On the other side, as soon as Meng Jingwei left the Hilton Hotel, she went directly to the hospital intending to have an abortion.
Unfortunately, the meticulously planning Qing Muye had already arranged for someone to track her. Upon seeing her enter the hospital, bodyguards forcibly put her into a car and took her back to her rented apartment.
Bang—
The door slammed shut, and Meng Jingwei was effectively under house arrest.
She opened the door, her voice filled with rage. "What do you want? I want to see that bastard Qing Muye!"
"Boss is very busy with work and has no time to see you."
Song Ci, who had arrived shortly after, replied, then added, "Miss Meng, please rest properly. If you don't wish to rest, you can go to the Qing family's old residence now."
"You… you've gone too far!"
Meng Jingwei was furious, her small face flushing red with anger.
She slammed the door shut with such force that the entire room shook.
In the evening, someone brought dinner.
The lavish meal was laid out, but Meng Jingwei had no appetite.
Time ticked by. It was already past ten o'clock at night, yet she still felt no drowsiness.
Qing Muye likely prevented her from going to the Qing family's old residence today because the engagement was today, and Qing family relatives would all be there. If she went, she would be a problem.
This was why he had told her to go to the Qing family's old residence tomorrow.
Meng Jingwei knew very well that once she went to the Qing family's old residence, it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven to get out, and she would have no chance to terminate the pregnancy.
Lying on the bed, tossing and turning, Meng Jingwei desperately needed mifepristone and misoprostol tablets to help her abort.
However, these two medications were only available in hospitals, and ordinary people could not obtain them.
Given the urgency of the situation, the only person Meng Jingwei could think of was Xiao Cheng.
With his capabilities, he could definitely get the medication.
She held her phone, hesitated for a long time, and then dialed Xiao Cheng's number.
Meng Jingwei knew she had already caused a lot of trouble for Xiao Cheng, but there was no other choice now. She had to resort to this measure.
"Hmm? How can you possibly deign to call me?"
On the phone, Xiao Cheng sounded drunk, clearly having been drinking.
Meng Jingwei immediately felt a surge of despair. "You… you're drinking?"
"Yes, I'm in a bad mood. What's wrong with having a drink?"
His attitude towards her was somewhat cold, quite out of the ordinary.
Meng Jingwei anxiously ran her hand through her hair, wondering if asking Xiao Cheng for help at this moment would be effective.
"You… are you still capable? Can you help me with something? It's important, very important!"
Meng Jingwei was at her wit's end and had no choice but to beg Xiao Cheng.
Because, no matter what, she would never allow the child in her womb to be born as Li Yun'er's 'child'!
Even if it meant death, she would not agree.
Xiao Cheng gulped down some wine and snorted, "You're so capable, why do you need my help?"
He had long suspected she had a connection with Qing Muye.
As expected, she had lied to him!
"Xiao Cheng, what the hell are you doing?"
Meng Jingwei was annoyed, her voice suddenly rising in volume. The moment she shouted, he directly hung up her call.
"This guy, how can he falter at such a critical moment?"
Anxious and agitated, Meng Jingwei called Xiao Cheng three more times, but he hung up each time.
She had no choice but to give up.
"What should I do?"
Meng Jingwei paced back and forth in the living room, consumed by worry.
She suddenly thought of Li Fu'an. Li Fu'an owned a hospital, and she could definitely get the medication from him.
Although she could tell Li Yun'er that she was pregnant with Qing Muye's child, given the Li family's cautious nature, they would likely not believe her and would also fear that exposing the matter would affect Li Yun'er.
After all, Li Yun'er was already engaged to Qing Muye, so they wouldn't dare to take the risk of getting medication for her.
Suddenly, Meng Jingwei's pupils widened. "Motherwort!"
She searched for motherwort on her phone and read its instructions. It promotes blood circulation and reduces blood stasis, and promotes uterine contraction. Pregnant women might miscarry if they take it!