It was clear that Meng Jingwei was avoiding the topic of Qing Muye.
Since that was the case, there was no need for him to press further.
Everyone had their own secrets.
Xiao Cheng peeled some fruit and handed it to Meng Jingwei, "Here, eat this."
"Ah? For me?"
His actions surprised Meng Jingwei. She thought he was peeling it for himself when she saw him doing it earlier.
Who was Xiao Cheng?
He was a notorious playboy from Lancheng, a famous prodigal son, someone who never showed pity or tenderness to women.
And today, he was actually peeling fruit for her.
This...
"Hehehe, no, no, no, you don't have to. I don't want to eat."
Meng Jingwei quickly waved her hands to refuse.
"This is the first time this young master has peeled fruit for a woman, and you dare to refuse?"
Xiao Cheng's expression darkened, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
It was as if he were saying: If you dare to refuse what this young master gives you, you'll face the consequences!
Meng Jingwei felt a touch of warmth in her heart. She took the fruit, took a bite, and said while chewing, "Thank you."
In Lancheng, she was unfamiliar with the place and its people.
Her true family were her "enemies," while a complete stranger was willing to stay by her bedside.
Given this, Meng Jingwei couldn't help but feel moved.
After a brief conversation, Meng Jingwei started to ask him to leave, "If you have nothing else to do, you should go and attend to your business. I'm fine here by myself."
Xiao Cheng leaned back in the visitor's chair, crossed his legs, and a charming smile played on his lips, "Xiao Weiwei, you're a bit ungrateful. This young master is a busy man. You should be honored that I'm here with you."
"Pfft..."
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but laugh at his words, "Yes, yes, yes. Young Master Xiao is indeed a busy man, so you should hurry and attend to your matters. I can't take responsibility if I delay your important business."
"If you can't take responsibility, you can consider reciprocating with your life."
"Tsk, you have beauties surrounding you. You'd really go for someone like me? Aren't you afraid of throwing up your dinner from last night?"
Meng Jingwei didn't take Xiao Cheng's words to heart and even joked with him in a good mood.
He had put makeup on her, making her skin appear darker with freckles all over her face. Her eyebrows, in particular, were drawn thick and black, resembling something from a cartoon.
She hadn't expected Xiao Cheng to treat her as a friend.
Her self-deprecating remark made Xiao Cheng laugh along with her.
For a moment, the ward was filled with laughter and joy, creating a very pleasant atmosphere.
At noon, Xiao Cheng ordered takeout from Lancheng Yipin Ju, specifically healthy and light meals.
When the delivery person arrived with the takeout boxes from Yipin Ju, Meng Jingwei panicked upon seeing them.
"Young Master Xiao, you've spent too much. It's so hard to get a meal from Yipin Ju, and you've ordered takeout. I don't have money to pay you back."
She knew Xiao Cheng saw her as a friend, but Meng Jingwei constantly remembered that she was just a poor girl from a remote village.
Even though Xiao Cheng was generous to her, she couldn't ask for and enjoy things without restraint.
Because if she incurred too much debt of gratitude, she wouldn't be able to repay it.
"Our Xiao family has shares in Yipin Ju, so eat with peace of mind. If you like it, I'll have someone deliver it to you every day."
"I..."
Meng Jingwei felt a blush of shame.
Indeed, the rich were willful.
"It's my good fortune to have you as a friend. However, while the food from Yipin Ju is quite good, I'm not used to it."
She casually made up an excuse.
She hoped that Xiao Cheng would stop sending her meals, as the debt of gratitude would become too much for her to repay.
As the saying goes, "A mouth that eats receives, and a hand that takes receives."
Xiao Cheng stayed with Meng Jingwei until the afternoon before he left.
He then drove to Saint De Hospital and brought meals for Meng Jingwei's adoptive mother, fabricating an excuse that Meng Jingwei was attending a company training out of town and would return in a few days.
Du Juan believed Xiao Cheng's words wholeheartedly, especially since she knew her daughter was an obedient and filial child.
Thus, she didn't think anything of it.
Meanwhile, at the Li family villa.
Li Fu'an immediately informed Li Yun'er and Zhao Ruolan about Meng Jingwei's miscarriage.
The family of three was ecstatic upon hearing the news.
Li Yun'er was the happiest, excitedly embracing Zhao Ruolan, "Mommy, thank you so much. Your idea was the best."
On the wedding day at the hotel, Zhao Ruolan had contacted the food delivery app merchant in advance, bribing an internal programmer with a large sum of money to tamper with the backend and ensure that Meng Jingwei's food delivery was directly routed to the engagement hotel.
Then, she bribed an employee within the hotel.
This led to Meng Jingwei entering the hotel with the takeout, only to witness Qing Muye marrying Li Yun'er.
Zhao Ruolan had expected Meng Jingwei to cause a scene there, enraging the Qing family and leading to Meng Jingwei's punishment.
Who would have thought she could remain so composed?
"Don't get too happy too soon. Meng Jingwei is more composed than we imagined, so you must guard against her in the future."
Zhao Ruolan reminded Li Yun'er.
Especially since Li Yun'er was engaged to Qing Muye but did not live together, which still made the Li family uneasy.
However, Li Yun'er maintained a superior attitude and snorted, "Mommy, you're too cautious. Meng Jingwei even dared to 'commit suicide' by taking medicine last night; how can you say she's composed?"
For some reason, Li Yun'er couldn't stand Zhao Ruolan praising Meng Jingwei.
Every time she heard it, she became annoyed.
"Alas, I hope so."
Zhao Ruolan sighed, then took Li Yun'er's hand and sat on the sofa, saying earnestly, "You and Qing Muye have just gotten engaged, but as long as you're not married, you can't be too careless. When you have free time, visit the Qing family's old residence more often to see Madam Qing. She is the most authoritative person in the Qing family."
She was giving Li Yun'er advice.
After all, Li Yun'er was still young and didn't grasp some things as clearly.
"Yes, your mother is right. Qing Muye listens to Madam Qing the most, so you must win Madam Qing's favor."
Li Fu'an agreed repeatedly.
"Yes, I know."
Immersed in the joy of her engagement to Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei's miscarriage, Li Yun'er's excited mood did not subside for a long time.
"Then what are you waiting for? Go get ready quickly and go to the old residence to see Madam Qing."
Zhao Ruolan patted Li Yun'er and patiently instructed her.
"Okay, Mommy."
Li Yun'er immediately went upstairs to change her clothes, picked up the gifts that Li Fu'an and his wife had prepared for her, and drove away.
On the road, she called Qing Muye, "Muye Ge, where are you? Can I come to see you?"
Her voice was as gentle as water on the phone.
"Working at the company."
A cold and indifferent four words were all he said, nothing more.
He was as sparing with his words as he was with precious jade.
"Muye Ge, I happen to be free today and want to visit Grandma. If you're busy, I'll go by myself."
Even over the phone, she could almost feel Qing Muye's icy, cold expression.
Li Yun'er found Qing Muye's innate indifferent nature somewhat difficult to adapt to.
"Mhm, go ahead."
"Then, when you're done, will you come and pick me up?"
"Mhm."
The other party responded with an "mhm" and hung up.
When Li Yun'er arrived at the Qing family's old residence, she was informed that Madam Qing had gone out.
At this very moment, Madam Qing and the butler had already appeared in Meng Jingwei's hospital room.