The man’s expression turned cold. He endured the urge to lash out and placed his phone on the table, saying icily.
Meng Jingwei, who was peeling fruit, waved the apple in her hand. “I haven’t finished peeling it yet. Leave after you eat it.”
Speaking of which, Meng Jingwei couldn’t help but tease, “You still have so much energy to talk, it doesn’t seem to be serious.”
She did not receive a reply from Qing Muye.
Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Meng Jingwei didn’t bother to say anything else. Instead, she handed the peeled apple to Qing Muye. “Here, have an apple.”
The man’s brows, as dark as ink, furrowed slightly. His cold eyes stared at her, then at the apple in her hand. “I said, get out.”
“Hey, Qing Muye, have you no conscience? I’m kindly peeling an apple for you, and this is the attitude you give me.”
Meng Jingwei was quite angered by him, but she thought that a sick person could be understood to be in a bad mood.
She patiently said again, “Alright, you’re such a big person, how can you have tantrums when you’re hospitalized? Fine, I’ll feed it to you, okay?”
As she spoke, she extended her hand and brought the apple to Qing Muye’s face.
Her slender fingers held the fruit, her long fingernails adorned with nail polish, making her hand look even more beautiful.
But it was precisely this hand that Qing Muye clearly saw embracing Xiao Cheng’s waist.
Instantly, a nameless rage surged into his mind. He flicked the apple out of Meng Jingwei’s hand. “Get out!”
Bang—
The apple fell to the ground and rolled far away.
Meng Jingwei’s hand smarted from Qing Muye’s slap.
She turned her head, looking at the apple that had fallen on the ground. Her fair little face was instantly flushed with anger. After a while, she finally turned back. “Qing Muye, you are f***ing sick!”
Anger.
Endless anger burned fiercely in her heart.
Meng Jingwei could never understand why Qing Muye suddenly lost his temper, but she didn’t owe him anything.
She seemed accustomed to his unpredictable moods, but that didn’t mean she would passively accept it.
The small woman’s right hand, holding a knife, did not close. Instead, she flicked it sharply. With a *swish*, the sharp dagger was deeply embedded in the bedside table. The entire blade of the dagger was sunk into it.
One could imagine how much force was behind that action.
How furious she was.
Meng Jingwei grabbed her bag from the side and said as she left, “If you’re not feeling well, remember to see a neurologist and get your brain checked. Don’t be moody all day, as if the whole world owes you money.”
She strode out of the ward and slammed the door shut with a heavy bang.
The force was so great that the transparent glass on the ward door instantly shook loose and fell to the ground with a crash, scattering shards of glass everywhere.
Seeing this, Song Jun and Chu Xue exchanged glances, utterly bewildered.
It had only been a few minutes since Meng Jingwei entered, and they hadn’t heard any arguments. How did such a big outburst of anger suddenly occur?
Only Chu Xue, seeing Meng Jingwei storm out of the ward, and having heard Qing Muye’s earlier “Get out,” naively assumed that the recording she had played for Qing Muye the day before had agitated him, causing her to be so angry.
Chu Xue’s willow-leaf eyebrow flicked up slightly, the corners of her red lips curling into a subtle arc. She felt quite pleased.
Wasn’t this exactly what she wanted?
After Meng Jingwei left, Chu Xue slowly rose and walked gracefully into the ward, looking at the man leaning against the head of the bed.
That man was the beloved of her heart, whom she yearned for day and night.
Now, wounded by Meng Jingwei, if she stayed by his side, she could always warm his momentarily cold heart.
“Brother Muye, are you… alright?”
The smile on her face instantly turned into deep concern. “Actually… Meng Jingwei was just worried about you and came to see you. You shouldn’t…”
Before Chu Xue could finish speaking, Qing Muye shot her a sharp gaze. “Scram!”
Concise and to the point, every extra word was a waste.
Chu Xue’s figure froze, her expression solidifying for a moment before she pouted her lips aggrievedly. “Brother Muye, I know you’re in a bad mood. However, I…”
“Scram, don’t you understand?”
Qing Muye’s brow furrowed, his handsome face as cold as eternal ice. Especially his chilling gaze, as sharp as an arctic glacier, capable of making people tremble with just a look.
Chu Xue’s heart trembled. She didn’t understand what Meng Jingwei had said to Qing Muye to make him so unstable and enraged at this moment.
“Alright, don’t be angry. I’ll leave now.”
She fiddled with the hem of her clothes, turned, and walked out of the ward, looking back three times.
After the ward returned to silence, the man paused for a moment before turning his gaze back to the phone.
He opened the phone. The screen clearly displayed Meng Jingwei and Xiao Cheng in their intimate moments after making love.
Even the sight of her holding Xiao Cheng tightly allowed Qing Muye to imagine the fervor of their lovemaking, and only that kind of intensity could make her so exhausted afterward.
There were even faint hickeys on her neck and arms.
Everything seemed so real, causing him no doubt.
Especially since Meng Jingwei had personally admitted to it.
Qing Muye felt a suffocating tightness in his chest. He then manually deleted the message.
As the message was deleted, those photos also vanished from his sight.
However, he was unaware that the so-called hickeys on Meng Jingwei’s body were merely drawn with a special kind of ink.
The man placed the phone on the table. The next moment, he suddenly felt a sweet, metallic taste surge up his chest. With a *plop*, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Song Jun, who was guarding the ward door, had been watching every move inside. When he saw his boss suddenly spitting blood, a chill ran down his spine. He slammed open the ward door and rushed in. “Mr. Qing? Mr. Qing?”
Song Jun held Qing Muye with one hand while pressing the call button by the bed, shouting to the outside, “Call a doctor, quickly call a doctor!”
Then, chaos ensued in the ward. Qing Muye was sent to the emergency room.
After a series of examinations, the doctor simply stated, “The patient only vomited blood due to excessive anger. You must ensure he gets plenty of rest and avoid any further stimulation.”
“Okay, okay, thank you, Doctor.”
Song Jun nodded repeatedly.
However, he was puzzled as to what had gone wrong.
Or rather, what had Meng Jingwei said to his boss to make him so furious?
Everything became a mystery, but as an assistant, Song Jun would not dare to investigate these matters privately without his boss’s permission.
Qing Muye was discharged from the hospital after three days.
Due to the car accident, his liver was injured, and his forehead was wounded. Other than that, he was not seriously injured.
However, the liver injury was an internal one. She stubbornly refused to rest in the hospital, so she had to work at the company and slowly recuperate.
Time flew by quickly. In the blink of an eye, another month passed, and it was already nearing the end of the year.
Sitting in her office, Meng Jingwei saw Li Yun’er once again on the news headlines while browsing the web.
The eye-catching headlines were naturally about Li Yun’er appearing at a charity foundation, or at a disaster relief site, helping impoverished children, or accompanying lonely elderly people at nursing homes.