"This is still called 'Don't Hate Me'?"
Hearing her words, it felt as if something deeply rooted in his heart had been abruptly ripped away, tightening Qing Muye’s throat with an indescribable sensation.
Meng Jingwei leaned against the headboard, her face still pale, her body weak.
She turned to look at Qing Muye, her heart as calm as still water. "You are the wealthiest man in Lancheng, enjoying life every day. As for me, I work desperately just to survive. We are people on two parallel lines, destined never to intersect."
Meng Jingwei slowly lowered her head, her fingertips nervously tracing the quilt. "Once I recover, I will go to Saint De Hospital to arrange my parents' discharge."
After he finished speaking, Qing Muye’s eyebrows, angled towards his temples, furrowed slightly. He remained silent.
She continued, "I am like an ant, the most insignificant existence in the vast sea of humanity. I hope Lord Qing can spare me a way to live, because I not only have to support myself, but also my parents."
"Is that all? Didn't you try your best to make me fulfill your wish to be with Xiao Cheng?"
In all the time Qing Muye had known Meng Jingwei, this was the first time she had spoken to him so seriously and solemnly.
For a fleeting moment, Qing Muye even believed her.
"Lord Qing, I told you, the only connection between us was the child that never fully formed. Now that the child is gone, we have no further ties. Do you understand?"
With the last three words, Meng Jingwei raised her voice, her eyelids slightly lifting. She glared at Qing Muye, her pale lips twitching. "Are you trying to force me to my death? If that's the case, why did you save me yesterday? Hah..."
In the end, Qing Muye simply gazed at her with his deep, cold eyes, trying to pierce through her clear gaze to understand her thoughts.
But he ‘saw’ nothing.
He said no more and turned to leave.
...
Meanwhile, Xiao Cheng, who had been drinking heavily last night, woke up. He rubbed his throbbing head. "Drank too much again."
He lay in bed for a while, then suddenly remembered that Meng Jingwei had called him several times yesterday. He dialed her number back.
However, there was no answer.
Xiao Cheng glanced at the times Meng Jingwei had called him. The last call was past eleven o'clock.
So late, could something have really happened?
He couldn't help but feel worried. He immediately got out of bed, washed up, and drove straight to Jinxiu Yuan.
He rushed to the 8th floor. As he reached Meng Jingwei's apartment door, he saw that the living room door was ajar, and the lock was broken.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside, only to find a splash of bright red blood on the floor.
Xiao Cheng's heart leaped into his throat. "Xiao Weiwei? Meng Jingwei? Meng Jingwei?"
He searched from the living room to the bedroom, and then to the bathroom, but there was no one.
He made another call. Hearing the ringtone from the living room, he walked out and saw the mobile phone on the sofa.
"What on earth happened?"
Xiao Cheng panicked, becoming agitated.
He hadn't felt this way since his mother passed away.
He looked at the medicine on the table. There was a receipt in the medicine bag, dated 11:30 last night. The box contained four boards of pills, and two boards had already had their pills broken out.
"What is she… why did she take so much medicine?"
Suicide?!
The thought struck Xiao Cheng, chilling him to the bone.
He immediately rushed out of the apartment. As he descended the stairs, he called someone to investigate which hospital had admitted Meng Jingwei yesterday.
Ten minutes later, he received the result: she was at the Second People's Hospital of the City.
Xiao Cheng drove frantically to the Second People's Hospital. When he entered Meng Jingwei's ward, he found her already asleep in the hospital bed.
Seeing that Meng Jingwei was still alive, the worry in his heart finally subsided.
He rested his hands on the bedside table and breathed a long sigh of relief. His panicked heart gradually calmed, but he was still deeply shaken by Meng Jingwei's actions.
He did not disturb Meng Jingwei's sleep. Instead, he found her attending physician and inquired about her condition.
Only then did he learn that Meng Jingwei was pregnant and had taken an overdose of motherwort yesterday, resulting in a miscarriage and severe bleeding!
When she was brought in, her condition was already very critical.
"Who brought her here?"
Xiao Cheng asked the doctor.
"Who are you? Why are you asking so many questions?" the doctor asked, somewhat displeased.
"I am… her boyfriend."
"Boyfriend? Then who was that man yesterday?" the doctor said, flipping through the risk consent form signed in the operating room yesterday.
"This one."
The doctor struggled to recognize the name, written in bold, flowing characters, and handed it directly to Xiao Cheng.
Xiao Cheng glanced at the name signed on the risk consent form and his brow furrowed. "It's him?"
Qing Muye!
What exactly had happened yesterday?
Xiao Cheng had no idea.
He returned to the ward, sat in the visitor's chair, and looked at her sleeping form, lost in thought.
After an unknown period, Meng Jingwei woke up. As she opened her eyes, she saw Xiao Cheng sitting by her bedside, looking troubled.
"Why are you here?"
Meng Jingwei was somewhat surprised.
How had Xiao Cheng found her?
"Yesterday… I'm sorry, I drank too much."
Fortunately, Meng Jingwei was fine. Otherwise, Xiao Cheng would never have forgiven himself.
"Was it because of me yesterday that you were scolded by your father when you went back, and that's why you were in a bad mood?"
Meng Jingwei, as a witness to the events at the Hilton Hotel, naturally knew what had happened.
Although she had known Xiao Cheng for some time, and he often drank at clubs, he would usually not get so drunk.
"I…"
Xiao Cheng shrugged helplessly. "It has nothing to do with you. I just suddenly wanted to drink. I, on the other hand, would like to ask you, how did you end up in the emergency room after not seeing each other for one night?"
As he spoke, he picked up an apple from the fruit basket and began to peel it for her.
Peeling fruit for someone else was a first for Xiao Cheng.
"You already know, so why ask…"
Meng Jingwei was very astute. She knew that if Xiao Cheng were sitting quietly by her bedside, he must have already learned about yesterday's events. Otherwise, he would have been pestering her with questions non-stop.
Xiao Cheng's movements faltered. His gaze was complex, but he only said, "How do you know him?"
Regarding Qing Muye, Meng Jingwei did not want to mention anything about him.
Ever since that day she had saved Qing Muye, too many things had happened, bringing significant impacts and burdens to Meng Jingwei's life.
"Right, I might need to trouble you with something."
Meng Jingwei deliberately changed the subject. "The doctor said I need to stay in the hospital for a few days. I won't be able to visit my parents at Saint De Hospital these days. Could you go there for me and say… say that I'm away for training and will be back in a couple of days."
She hadn't informed Saint De Hospital. If Xiao Cheng didn't go and explain to her adoptive mother, her elderly mother would likely worry.
Xiao Cheng's fruit-peeling motion paused slightly. He raised his eyelids and looked at Meng Jingwei with his cold, handsome eyes.
After a moment of silence, he nodded. "No problem."