At this moment, the surgical assistant happened to glimpse a part of the 'tattoo' revealed on Meng Jingwei's waist and couldn't help but let out a gasp.
Tattoo?
Qing Muye couldn't help but be puzzled; he had never seen any tattoos on Meng Jingwei's body.
But the pale woman lying on the operating table, who else could it be but Meng Jingwei?
He tilted his head and glanced over. With just one look, he happened to see a part of the 'tattoo' revealed on Meng Jingwei's waist.
The 'tattoo' was blood-colored. The exposed part was the head of a phoenix, along with a few feathers, lifelike and vivid.
"Wow, the little chili has such a beautiful tattoo on her, tsk tsk tsk…"
Tang Si nudged Qing Muye. "Second Brother, you have a good eye."
He said it jokingly.
Suddenly noticing Qing Muye's still serious and uneasy expression, he immediately realized something and said, "Don't be nervous, all indicators are normal, she won't die."
When Qing Muye entered the operating room, he saw Meng Jingwei receiving a blood transfusion. The doctors' reactions told him that Meng Jingwei's condition was serious but by no means life-threatening.
His suspended heart finally settled.
However, at this very moment, Qing Muye's heart leaped into his throat.
Others didn't know if Meng Jingwei had tattoos because they weren't the closest people to her.
But he was different.
Although he didn't share the same bed with the little woman day and night, Qing Muye knew clearly that Meng Jingwei had no tattoos due to her identity.
And the tattoo's appearance was so real that it was definitely not fake.
He had been with her just two days and one night ago. In such a short time, it naturally wouldn't be a tattoo that had just been inked. Instead, it looked like… a mark.
A mark?
A scene suddenly flashed in Qing Muye's mind.
He had seen this mark in an ancient book before.
Where?
Where had he seen it?
Qing Muye was sure he had seen it.
But… an ancient book?
An ancient book?
Qing Muye suddenly remembered. It was when he was in the underground palace with Meng Jingwei last time.
The two of them entered a room and accidentally knocked over a bookshelf, which was filled with ancient books.
He casually picked up a book, titled… titled…
Qing Muye frowned in thought and immediately remembered. Yes, it was titled "Secret History of the Hidden Clan," yes, it was "Secret History of the Hidden Clan"!
That book clearly recorded this mark.
And in that same room, there was a mysterious jar. Meng Jingwei had touched the jar, which then made a strange noise from inside, and she subsequently fell into a state of excruciating pain.
That time, after they left the underground palace, he had gone back to look for that jar, but the contents had been cleaned up, and there was no trace of it at all.
Everything seemed as if it had never happened.
But how could Qing Muye misremember?
That time, he had sent people to thoroughly investigate the underground palace, and to this day, there was still no result.
Meng Jingwei had asked him multiple times how the underground palace was being handled. Qing Muye had always said the underground palace had been handed over to the G family for processing. In reality, that wasn't the case.
When the tattoo was mentioned, the assistant, who was feeling guilty, only glanced at it and didn't pay much attention.
She was just someone who had been bribed and paid to do things; she didn't know much.
Qing Muye ignored Tang Si. They waited for a while longer, and the surgery ended.
Meng Jingwei was moved out and assigned to a high-level VIP ward. Qing Muye's suspended heart finally settled, but he remained uneasy because of the mark on Meng Jingwei's body.
Han Yu and the others left after seeing that Meng Jingwei was finally out of danger.
When the room quieted down, Qing Muye stayed by the bedside without leaving, holding Meng Jingwei's hand, as if afraid she would leave him.
Heaven knows, the moment he heard the news about her, a clear intuition made Qing Muye feel that Meng Jingwei was about to drift away from him.
Now that he saw Meng Jingwei lying on the hospital bed, so close, the man finally understood that it was just excessive love and concern clouding his judgment.
However, thinking about the mark he had seen on Meng Jingwei earlier, Qing Muye, filled with doubt, lifted the blanket and glanced at her hospital gown…
To his surprise, he found that the mark had disappeared.
Could he have remembered the direction wrong?
He got up, walked to the other side of the bed, and lifted the blanket a little. He looked at her waist. There wasn't a single red mark left!!
Qing Muye was stunned for a moment, his body stiffening somewhat, a feeling of shock and disbelief that was difficult to articulate.
Old Chen Tou?
Qing Muye's mind suddenly brought up the person named Old Chen Tou.
From the moment he first met Old Chen Tou, he felt that he was no ordinary person. Now it seemed that Old Chen Tou's appearance was by no means accidental.
And Meng Jingwei's identity was probably not so simple either.
Qing Muye got up and walked out of the ward.
Song Ci was sitting on the bench outside the ward, playing with his phone. Seeing him come out, he immediately stood up. "Boss, how is Miss Meng?"
"I have a task for you."
Qing Muye looked at Song Ci with a serious expression. As he spoke, he looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then quietly instructed Song Ci, "Find a way to get hair or used items from Li Fuan and his wife, and take this hair to do a DNA test."
"Understood, boss."
Song Ci vaguely had a guess but didn't voice it.
As subordinates, they shouldn't interfere too much with what their master does.
"Remember, this matter must be kept one hundred percent confidential."
This meant it couldn't be told to anyone.
"Yes, I'll go handle it immediately." Song Ci immediately went to deal with the matter.
Meanwhile.
The plan failed, and Old Chen Tou was severely reprimanded.
The mysterious monarch only said, "If the plan fails, we can only postpone it, otherwise, it will arouse suspicion," and then left in a hurry.
Half an hour later, news came from Song Jun that Xiao Cheng had been apprehended.
Qing Muye stayed at the hospital watching over Meng Jingwei for a day and a night before Meng Jingwei finally woke up.
Opening her eyes, Meng Jingwei scanned the ward and then looked at Qing Muye beside her. Her pale lips curved into a smile. "It's so good to see you."
She wanted to reach out and hold Qing Muye's hand, but one hand was severely fractured, and the other was injured in the collarbone, making it difficult to exert strength.
In the past, when she saw him, he was always radiant, handsome, and unmatched in his charm. Now, his face was haggard, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, and he hadn't even had time to shave, yet he was just guarding by her side.
To say she wasn't moved would be a lie.
Seeing that Meng Jingwei had woken up, Qing Muye raised his hand and caressed her cheek. "You're finally awake."
"The King of Hell doesn't like me. I stepped through the door, and he kicked me back out," Meng Jingwei joked.
"Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about."
Qing Muye chided her.
"By the way, how are Lin Meng and Shi Ran?"
"They are safe and sound."
"That's good." Xiao Cheng wouldn't be so despicable and perverse. As long as they were safe, that was enough.
Qing Muye did not tell Meng Jingwei that the doctor had said if she had arrived at the hospital any later, her life would have been in danger.
"What about him?"
Meng Jingwei asked again.
The 'him' she referred to, naturally, was Xiao Cheng.