The good atmosphere was ruined by Meng Jingwei.
“I…”
Meng Jingwei was momentarily speechless. Before she could even utter ‘I’m doing this for your own good,’ Shu Yao stood up. “I have some things to attend to at my company, I’m leaving now. Bye bye.”
Then she stormed out of the office, even slamming the door shut forcefully, making the entire office shake.
Meng Jingwei shook her head helplessly, refraining from calling her a ‘stupid bitch.’
She turned back, her gaze falling on the dessert carrier bag on the desk, filled with her favorite desserts.
Although she had only known Shu Yao for less than half a year, she found her to be forthright, genuine, and without malice. The fact that she even remembered her preferences touched Meng Jingwei deeply.
After much thought, she decided to keep an eye on Qing Si Huai.
Thinking of this, Meng Jingwei suddenly remembered Qing Mu Ye.
She then called Qing Mu Ye again, wanting to learn more about Qing Si Huai through him.
“Drip, drip, drip…”
The phone rang for a long time after she dialed.
Finally, someone answered.
“Qing Mu Ye, why are you only answering now?” she questioned with annoyance.
As if accustomed to this cold attitude.
“This is Chu Xue.”
The voice on the other end was Chu Xue’s.
Meng Jingwei was somewhat surprised. She brought the phone away from her ear and glanced at it, confirming it was indeed Qing Mu Ye’s number.
She asked, “Where is Qing Mu Ye?”
“He’s in the hospital.”
“He, he’s in the hospital? Which hospital?”
How could things happen so suddenly?
Yesterday, when she inquired about Mrs. Qing at the Qing family’s old residence, she had said that Qing Mu Ye was on a business trip abroad.
Could it be that Qing Mu Ye was injured in a car accident, and they concealed the truth from Mrs. Qing?
After much deliberation, this possibility seemed highly likely.
“Suburban private hospital.”
“Okay, I’ll be there right away. Send me the patient number.”
As soon as she heard that Qing Mu Ye was hospitalized, Meng Jingwei’s heart tightened. She immediately put down what she was doing and drove directly to the private hospital.
Her speed was very fast all the way, so fast that she didn’t even realize it herself.
She even ran a red light at one point.
Finally, she arrived at the private hospital forty minutes later.
The private hospital was located in the suburbs, in a relatively secluded area.
Parking the car in the parking lot, Meng Jingwei got out and rushed towards the inpatient department. Following the address Chu Xue had given her, she went to VIP Room 2409 on the 24th floor of the inpatient building.
Two bodyguards were guarding the door of the room. Upon seeing Meng Jingwei, they immediately blocked her way.
“No entry here,” one of the bodyguards said expressionlessly.
“I am Qing Mu Ye’s sister, Meng Jingwei. Let me in.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are. Please leave.”
The bodyguard blocked her directly.
At this moment, the door of the room opened. Song Jun, seeing Meng Jingwei’s displeased expression, simply said coldly, “Let her in.”
Only then did Meng Jingwei walk inside.
She didn’t pay attention to the bodyguards’ attitude.
After all, Qing Mu Ye was the CEO of Songyu Group. If outsiders knew he was severely injured and unconscious in the hospital, who knew what kind of trouble might arise.
Entering the ward, Meng Jingwei asked, “What exactly happened to Qing Mu Ye?”
The VIP ward had two rooms: an outer room served as a small living room, and the inner room was the actual sickroom.
This effectively blocked outsiders from peeking and created a quieter atmosphere for the patient.
Song Jun glared at Meng Jingwei unhappily. “Ask yourself.”
This indifferent attitude made Meng Jingwei doubt herself.
Why was she acting so fierce?
What does it have to do with me?
She thought to herself as she walked into the sickroom.
Upon entering, she found Chu Xue sitting on the sofa, and Qing Mu Ye propped up against the head of the bed.
His forehead was bandaged with gauze. It was a rare sight of him looking so downcast, yet even so, it didn’t detract from his handsome appearance in the slightest.
His face, resembling a perfectly sculpted model, was flawless from every angle. No matter how you looked at him, he was stunningly beautiful.
Meng Jingwei’s steps faltered. Looking at the man leaning against the hospital bed from a distance, her willow-like eyebrows furrowed slightly before she walked towards him, teasing, “What happened to you? You’re quite something, driving for decades and still getting into a car accident? Could it be revenge from enemies again?”
Qing Mu Ye woke up after being unconscious for more than a day.
Leaning against the headboard, he quietly watched Meng Jingwei walk in, his feelings quite complicated.
This woman was mischievous and elusive, always making it impossible to fathom her thoughts, truly a headache.
“Won’t die,” he replied coldly.
As usual, he was aloof.
Buzzing—
Just then, Qing Mu Ye’s phone vibrated.
The man holding his phone unlocked it. It was a MMS message from Xiao Cheng.
The MMS contained several photos. As he opened them, the man’s face turned visibly pale, his pupils contracting. The hand holding the phone tightened slightly, and an icy aura instantly enveloped him.
In the photos, she was exposed from the upper body, tightly embracing a naked Xiao Cheng, her head intimately resting on his chest, in the most intimate pose.
The location was clearly a hotel. Moreover, there was even packaging from used condoms on the table nearby, clear and conspicuous.
Qing Mu Ye felt a sudden jolt in his chest, as if the sky had fallen.
Yesterday, Song Jun had said that the confession to his first love at the jewelry exhibition was just an accidental occurrence, making Qing Mu Ye clearly understand that Meng Jingwei no longer loved Han Jun Yan.
So, what were the photos about?
Was it proof that she had fallen in love with Xiao Cheng?
Then, the words Meng Jingwei spoke from Chu Xue’s phone recording at the Hilton Hotel that day weren’t words spoken out of intense jealousy, but rather…
She was genuinely not interested in him.
She simply…
Simply and directly disliked him.
Because the person she liked… was Xiao Cheng?
Had she loved Xiao Cheng all along, or had love blossomed over time?
Qing Mu Ye recalled how she had ruthlessly fired at Xiao Cheng in the warehouse that time. He had thought it was because she truly didn’t love him that she had fired so decisively.
Although it was partly to protect the Xiao family, looking back now, the more ruthless she was when shooting at Xiao Cheng, the more she cared about him.
Otherwise, if Xiao Cheng was injured by Meng Jingwei’s own hand, resulting in Xiao Mei Yan being hospitalized for several months, how could Xiao Cheng be on such close terms with Meng Jingwei?
Based on this reasoning, the only explanation that held water was that Meng Jingwei had liked Xiao Cheng from the very beginning!
It was just that on her father’s birthday, her adoptive parents had urged her to get engaged to Xiao Cheng, and Meng Jingwei had been afraid to admit her feelings for Xiao Cheng in his presence.
Was she simply afraid he would retaliate against Xiao Cheng?
While Qing Mu Ye’s thoughts were racing, in just an instant, as he was looking at the photos, Meng Jingwei placed her bag aside, moved a companion chair, and sat beside him.
She seemed completely unaware of his turmoil.
Qing Mu Ye’s cold gaze sharpened. He said to Chu Xue, who was sitting on the sofa, “You and Song Jun, go out for now.”
Chu Xue didn’t say anything, just nodded. “Okay.”
The two of them stood up, walked out, and closed the door of the ward.
Meng Jingwei couldn’t help but chuckle. “So mysterious, what do you have to tell me? Don’t tell me you fell asleep while driving and caused the crash?”
Qing Mu Ye put away his phone, trying hard to calm his emotions, then looked up and questioned, “Did you go back to the old residence yesterday?”
She nodded. “You said it yourself. I called you yesterday, planning to go back to the old residence with you, but your phone was unreachable. So I went back by myself.”
“How did you get back?”
“I was drunk, so Xiao Cheng drove me back.” She summarized the events of yesterday concisely, omitting any mention of Qing Si Huai.
“He went to your place?”
“No. We went to a hotel.”
“A hotel? So, you spent the night at the hotel?”
“Yes. Do you think I could have brought him back to my place to sleep?” Meng Jingwei replied casually.
Then she tilted her head and looked at the fruit on the table. Recalling how the man had attentively peeled fruit for Mrs. Qing when she was hospitalized, she picked up a piece of fruit and rummaged in a drawer for a small knife, peeling the fruit for him to eat.
Meng Jingwei seemed oblivious to Qing Mu Ye’s abnormality, and while peeling the fruit, she asked, “You still haven’t explained how you got into the car accident.”
Qing Mu Ye’s hand gripping his phone tightened, veins bulging on his hand, his expression as dark as ink.
His sharp eyes fixed unblinkingly on Meng Jingwei, his mind filled with images of her wild night with Xiao Cheng the previous night.
He suddenly remembered what Xiao Cheng had said in the Western restaurant a few days prior, finding it ironic and laughable.
“You can go out now. I need to rest!”