Meng Jingwei went to a wedding company in the afternoon, discussed company promotion with the operations team, and finalized a plan.
By the time she left the company, it was past six in the evening.
Just as she was about to grab a quick meal, she received a call.
Taking out her phone, she saw it was from Madam Qing.
Looking at the number flashing on the screen, Meng Jingwei pondered...
Madam Qing had fainted from anger at the wedding yesterday and didn't want to see her.
Now that she was calling proactively, it was likely that Qing Muye had informed Madam Qing of the situation.
"Hello, Grandma?"
"You still know to call me Grandma? You ungrateful girl, Grandma's in the hospital, and you haven't even come to see her."
Facing Madam Qing's questioning, Meng Jingwei gave a sheepish smile, confirming that Madam Qing already knew the wedding incident had nothing to do with her.
She casually made up an excuse, "Grandma, what a coincidence, I was just about to come and visit you. I've been busy these past few days, so I only managed to find time now."
"Alright, alright, Grandma knows your little thoughts. Muye has told me everything, and that you were wronged. Grandma understands."
"Hehehe, Grandma guessed it all." Meng Jingwei awkwardly reached up and touched her head. "Which hospital are you in? I'll come see you now."
She asked for the hospital room number and took a taxi to the hospital.
She bought some nutritional supplements at a supermarket opposite the hospital and carried them to the inpatient department.
Upon arriving upstairs and stepping out of the elevator, she encountered Qing Si Huai.
"Here to see Madam Qing?"
Qing Si Huai happened to be delivering food to Madam Qing, carrying a thermal container. He didn't expect to run into Meng Jingwei.
Seeing him, Meng Jingwei nodded slightly, smiled knowingly, and lowered her gaze to glance at the thermal container in Qing Si Huai's hand, thinking: Hmph, he's just returned to the country, and he's already so attentive to Madam Qing.
Look at how well he handles things, and then look at Qing Muye, tsk tsk... the difference is clear.
She suspected Qing Si Huai would surely become Qing Muye's greatest rival in the future.
"Mr. Qing is here too. I just happened to have some free time and came to see Grandma." After speaking, Meng Jingwei moved to the side of the corridor, making way for Qing Si Huai. "Mr. Qing is leaving, right? Then you go ahead."
With a single sentence, she cut off any chance for Qing Si Huai to speak further.
Qing Si Huai slightly raised his eyelids, his eyes fixing on her with a meaningful gaze, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, I'll be going then."
His smile didn't reach his eyes. As he looked at Meng Jingwei, his gaze carried an unfathomable depth and a hint of probing thought.
Meng Jingwei simply nodded and said no more.
Only after seeing Qing Si Huai enter the elevator did she pick up her things and the bouquet of flowers she had also bought, and head to Madam Qing's hospital room.
Knock, knock, knock—
She knocked on the door, then pushed it open and walked in. "Grandma, you..." Her words stopped short, her smile vanishing instantly. With a displeased frown, she asked, "Qing Muye, why are you here too?"
As soon as she said it, she felt it was wrong.
"What, can't I come when Grandma is hospitalized?" Qing Muye, who was sitting in the accompanying chair peeling an apple, looked up and said indifferently.
Meng Jingwei's mouth twitched. She felt she had spoken without thinking.
What she meant to say was that if she had known Qing Muye was here, she wouldn't have chosen this time to come. But the words had come out wrong.
"What are you thinking? I just meant, since you're already here, why didn't you call me to come with you!"
She had a plan and perfectly salvaged the misunderstanding caused by her earlier remark.
Then she grinned at Madam Qing, "Grandma, you look much better. How are you feeling?"
Madam Qing, with her temples white and wearing a hospital gown, leaned against the headboard looking energetic. A book lay in front of her. She took off her reading glasses and smiled kindly. "Jingwei girl is here. You ungrateful girl, even if Grandma told you not to come, you still wouldn't visit me."
She pointed a finger at Meng Jingwei, feigning displeasure.
Meng Jingwei put down her things, sat on the edge of the bed, and naturally took Madam Qing's hand. "Oh Grandma, I've wanted to visit you for a long time. It was just so chaotic at the wedding, I was afraid you'd be angry with me and not want to see me."
She pouted, her head drooping, and sighed dejectedly with a pitiful expression.
She added, "I wanted to come see you yesterday, but Qing Muye said you didn't want to see me, so I didn't come."
Seizing the opportunity, she shamelessly blamed Qing Muye.
The man, dressed in a grey shirt with fine white stripes, was elegantly peeling an apple. The hand holding the fruit knife, with its jade-like knuckles, paused slightly. He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Meng Jingwei, a curve forming on his lips.
He wasn't angry at all. Instead, he seemed to be enjoying the scene.
Her playful way of acting with Madam Qing was exactly like someone who had been wronged and was seeking to vent her emotions, thereby causing him to be scolded.
Indeed...
Madam Qing placed her reading glasses and book on the table and glared at Qing Muye. "What's going on with you? Jingwei girl wanted to see this old woman, why did you stop her?"
Although she had also asked Qing Si Huai to investigate Meng Jingwei, she was always a cautious person, and doing so was not wrong.
The reason she investigated Meng Jingwei was precisely because after she fainted from anger at the wedding and was hospitalized, Meng Jingwei had not come to see her, which made her suspicious.
"It all happened so suddenly, and all evidence pointed to Awei. If I had no proof, how could I explain it to you?"
The man said as he placed the peeled apple, cut into pieces, onto a crystal plate.
Although it was a common task, the way Qing Muye did it was inexplicably pleasing to the eye.
Especially his long, jade-like hands; they were truly God's most perfect craftsmanship, a shame not to be hand models.
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but be captivated the more she looked.
Then, she doubted herself and looked down at her own hands, muttering, "Are his fingers longer because he's tall?"
"What?"
Madam Qing vaguely heard Meng Jingwei speaking but didn't catch what she said.
"Ah, no, nothing. I was just asking when Grandma will be discharged? It's your birthday the day after tomorrow, you can't stay in the hospital."
"I originally wanted to be discharged today, but this scoundrel Muye insisted I stay one more day. Sigh, it's so stuffy and boring here, it's not as comfortable as home."
Madam Qing glanced at Qing Muye with some dissatisfaction as she spoke.
They say 'old people are like children,' but doesn't that mean that as people age, their tempers sometimes become like children's?
This saying was perfectly embodied by Madam Qing.
Usually, she was dignified, elegant, and carried an imposing aura that commanded respect without anger. But now, as she spoke with a smile, she seemed more approachable and down-to-earth.
"Your health is the priority."
Qing Muye finished cutting the fruit, placed the fruit fork on the crystal plate, and handed it to Madam Qing. "Have some fruit."