"Disgusting, sickening!"
"Do you know what? Things come first and last. You met me first, fell for me, so why is Qing Muye the one who ends up winning? It’s unfair to me."
"Also, there’s something I’ve never told you. Do you want to hear it?"
Xiao Cheng kept talking to Meng Jingwei, as if afraid she wouldn't be able to endure it.
It shouldn't be like this. Why was she suddenly so serious?
If it were just the blood from her wrist, it wouldn't be like this now.
Xiao Cheng felt that something was strange.
He helped Meng Jingwei sit up and was surprised to find that Meng Jingwei was also injured on her left collarbone.
The bright red blood flowed from Meng Jingwei’s drooping left hand directly into the car, dyeing the interior red.
"What the hell is going on?"
Xiao Cheng was confused. "Damn it, what happened? How did you manage to injure yourself like this? Meng Jingwei, do you hate being with me that much?"
He was so scared his hair stood on end.
He belatedly remembered that at the toll station, Meng Jingwei had smashed the glass. He covered her mouth and pressed her down onto his lap. Meng Jingwei had let out a pained scream and then struggled fiercely.
At first, Xiao Cheng thought Meng Jingwei was just in excruciating pain from her wrist.
Now, it seemed that glass shards had pierced Meng Jingwei's collarbone, and when he pressed down hard, the shards had directly entered her body.
She kept struggling, and with the wide gap between Xiao Cheng’s knees, the blood from her collarbone flowed down her hanging left arm into the car, which was why Xiao Cheng hadn’t noticed the severity of the situation.
Meng Jingwei’s eyes were half-open, half-closed. She seemed to have lost all her strength, her head hanging limply. She was weak and listless. No matter how Xiao Cheng shook her, she didn't say another word.
"Meng Jingwei? Don’t sleep, I’m telling you, damn it, don’t sleep, do you understand?!"
Xiao Cheng was almost going crazy.
He had originally thought he would hate Meng Jingwei, but who knew something like this would happen.
Seeing Meng Jingwei like this now, how could he still hate her?
What remained was probably self-reproach.
If Meng Jingwei died because of this, Xiao Cheng would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.
Never!
"Get off the highway, quickly. Hurry and get off the highway!"
Xiao Cheng kicked the driver's seat hard, urging the driver to get off the highway.
"Boss, Master Qing already knows we're on this highway. If we get off now, it'll be walking into a trap. There’s another car ahead. How about I send you there first, so you can leave? I’ll take Miss Meng off the highway to the hospital."
The driver analyzed the situation with Xiao Cheng and proposed a plan.
However, Xiao Cheng was furious and shouted, "Damn it, when did my words stop being effective? Hurry up, take us to the hospital immediately!"
He couldn't care about anything else now.
Seeing Meng Jingwei so weak she was almost unconscious, her face as pale as paper, as if she were about to die at any moment.
His heart ached as if being cut by a knife.
That feeling of watching the person he liked slip away, Xiao Cheng was facing his mother for the first time.
The second time, it was Meng Jingwei.
He realized then that he had already fallen in love with Meng Jingwei to this extent.
What about life and death?
What about Qing Muye?
None of that mattered.
All he wanted now was to save Meng Jingwei quickly and get her to the hospital, fearing that if they were even a few minutes late, Meng Jingwei might die.
"No, Meng Jingwei, you can't die!"
Xiao Cheng commanded his subordinate.
The driver nodded, "Alright, I’ll turn back immediately."
They hadn't been off the highway for long, so the best way was to turn back directly. If they delayed any longer, they might not make it in time.
And so, this scene unfolded on the highway.
All cars were driving normally, while one sedan was clearly going the wrong way.
Meng Jingwei's situation had alerted the police and also Qing Muye.
He rushed over immediately.
But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't match Xiao Cheng's speed.
As Xiao Cheng turned back towards the highway toll station, the sound of sirens could already be heard in the distance.
His sedan, as if breaking through five passes and slaying six generals, plowed through checkpoints, exited the highway, and headed straight for the hospital.
"Xiao Weiwei? Don’t sleep, don’t sleep!"
The biting wind made one shiver. Xiao Cheng directly pulled Meng Jingwei into his arms, wrapping her tightly in his clothes, and then rubbed her face with his large palm. "It's okay, I'm here, I'm here. You can't sleep, you can't sleep..."
Meanwhile...
On the other side, as Qing Muye was preparing to get on the highway, he received a call from the police.
"What, you’re saying the sedan that just left has suddenly turned back?" Qing Muye's mind was a bit chaotic upon receiving the call, unsure of what Xiao Cheng was up to.
"Yes, it broke through the toll station and exited the highway."
"Okay, I understand."
Qing Muye then asked for the sedan's direction and ordered Song Ci to turn the car around and look for Xiao Cheng.
"Boss, since Xiao Cheng is already on the highway, he must have a contingency plan. What kind of situation would make him turn back?"
Song Ci asked curiously, likely wanting Qing Muye to help him analyze the situation.
But Qing Muye, sitting in the car, had a blank mind.
A bad premonition welled up in his heart.
He raised his hand and touched his right eyelid, which had been twitching incessantly.
Could it be Ah Wei...
"No, impossible."
Qing Muye gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.
He muttered to himself. Song Ci seemed not to have understood and immediately asked, "Boss, what are you saying?"
"Quick, drive faster!"
Qing Muye instructed the driver while opening his phone to input something, retrieving surveillance footage, and successfully locating Xiao Cheng's car.
Then he made a call to someone, "Immediately track this car and see where he's going."
He was calling Han Yu.
For certain matters, it was more convenient to find Han Yu.
On the phone, Han Yu felt that Qing Muye was acting strangely and didn't dare to ask too much, directly contacting someone to handle the matter.
Ten minutes later, Qing Muye received a call from Han Yu.
On the other end of the line, Han Yu remained silent for a long time.
"Speak!"
Qing Muye clenched his phone, feeling his heart race.
"Second Brother, that... you... you'd better go and see for yourself. It's in the emergency room of People's Hospital."
Upon hearing the words "emergency room," Qing Muye's phone slipped from his grasp.
Song Ci had followed Qing Muye for many years and had never seen him so distraught. He immediately picked up the phone and handed it to him, asking, "Boss, what's wrong?"
Qing Muye’s eyes were vacant. After a long moment of stunned silence, he weakly said, "People's Hospital, take me to People's Hospital immediately."
He was very calm.
As he spoke, his tone was slow, as if nothing were wrong.
But his vacant reaction was enough to reveal his state.
Even Song Ci had never seen him like this.
Song Ci seemed to have realized something and immediately instructed the driver, "Quick, drive to the hospital as fast as possible!"
Hearing Song Ci's command, the driver sped up. The sedan swerved left and right, finally arriving at People's Hospital.