"No comment."
Qing Muye said coldly, giving Song Jun a look. He then turned and entered the ward.
Song Jun walked up to Han Junyan and said politely, "Mr. Han, Miss Meng is still unconscious. Please come again another day."
It was clear that the other party did not want him there. Han Junyan felt a bit helpless but finally nodded slightly, "Then I'll come back after she wakes up."
With that, Han Junyan glanced at the ward again and left.
Inside the ward, Meng Jingwei continued to lie there feigning unconsciousness. Only when it became quiet outside did she open her eyes, glance at Qing Muye sitting beside her, and immediately put on an act, "Why are you here? Hiss... Why did I faint?"
She reached up to cover her head, her expression pained as she gasped for breath.
The man sitting in the companion chair immediately stood up, instinctively reaching out to touch her forehead, and asked with concern, "Does your head hurt?"
"Mm, mm, mm. It hurts quite a bit." Meng Jingwei nodded, closed her eyes again, and sighed, murmuring, "I was fine, why did I just faint?"
To make the act complete, she used almost all the acting skills she possessed.
However, Meng Jingwei was unaware of the abnormality in her body, so she spoke without much reservation.
It was a case of unintentional words falling on attentive ears.
Her words struck a chord in Qing Muye's heart, causing it to clench tightly.
It hadn't been long since they left the underground palace, and she had fainted again, with no discernible reason.
If this continued, would she be in great danger?
A warning signal flashed in Qing Muye's mind, deepening his concern.
The usually composed man's stern face was now filled with worry, stripping away his usual aloofness and making him appear gradually gentler, even his gaze conveying endless concern.
His burning gaze fell upon Meng Jingwei. The moment the young woman opened her eyes and met his gaze, Meng Jingwei instinctively swallowed.
Qing Muye's look just now...
It was too intense!
"Right, where are Ivan and Shuyao? I'm still wearing the Zhongling Jewelry exhibits." Meng Jingwei said, reaching to remove the jewelry from her neck. "These items are very valuable; they must be returned intact."
"They are on their way and will be here shortly."
Qing Muye replied, then asked with great concern, "How are you feeling now? Does your head still hurt?"
"No, it only hurt for a moment. Now it's just... my knee hurts. I'll be fine after resting for a few days."
After saying that, she gave a carefree smile.
Seeing that she was not seriously injured, Qing Muye's suspended heart gradually settled, but he remained worried about Meng Jingwei's health.
Last time they went to Country C, he had spared no expense to test for residual substances in the porcelain bowl brought out from the underground palace, but found nothing.
This was the factor that made him feel uneasy.
"Oh, right, where is Han Junyan?"
Meng Jingwei suddenly asked, as if she had just 'remembered' something.
Indeed, as soon as her words fell, Qing Muye's expression abruptly shifted from sunny to cloudy, and his gaze turned a few degrees colder.
The man stared at her, his ink-black eyes unreadable, before finally asking, "You're disappointed that your meticulously planned confession wasn't successful?"
Everything that had happened at the jewelry show that day, any outsider would have assumed it was all meticulously planned.
Even if it was perceived as a marketing stunt, it was at least prepared and orchestrated in advance.
But Qing Muye harbored doubts.
If Meng Jingwei had always deeply loved Han Junyan, she wouldn't have asked his grandmother to introduce her to someone at the Qing family's old residence a month ago.
It didn't add up.
He was speculating whether the 'confession' at the jewelry show was just a marketing tactic, or if Han Junyan had suddenly returned to the country, she had met him, realized there was still a chance, and thus deliberately staged a confession.
Qing Muye couldn't be sure if Meng Jingwei had had any private contact with Han Junyan.
After all, communication was convenient now, and it was easy to get contact information from classmates.
Qing Muye leaned towards the latter.
Since Meng Jingwei was not the designer for Zhongling Jewelry, there was no need for her to sell her 'story' for the publicity of the Zhongling Jewelry Company!
Qing Muye was analyzing internally, completely unaware that he had misunderstood everything.
"Hehehe..."
Meng Jingwei gave an embarrassed laugh.
Since Qing Muye had misunderstood, she might as well let him continue to misunderstand.
If she could make Qing Muye give up his thoughts of her by using this opportunity, it wouldn't be bad.
"It was just a sudden accident." She raised her hand to touch her nose and quickly changed the subject, "Alas, my leg hurts, I want to sleep for a while."
"Does it hurt badly?"
Seeing her pained expression, the man immediately comforted her, "The doctor has already treated your wound. Your knee injury is quite severe; you'll likely need a few days of rest."
Meng Jingwei looked speechlessly at the ceiling. Earning this fifty thousand yuan was truly difficult.
However...
She suddenly thought of something and immediately asked Qing Muye, "Where's my phone?"
"It's here."
Qing Muye took out his phone from his pocket and handed it to Meng Jingwei. "Xiao Si and the others brought it."
Of course, he had instructed Tang Si to retrieve it from backstage.
"Thank you."
Meng Jingwei took the phone, opened her contacts, and sent a message to Shuyao: [Those shoes must have been tampered with. Check backstage to see who did it.]
After falling on the runway, the first thing Meng Jingwei did was check her shoes. There were obvious glue marks on the heel.
Clearly, someone had tampered with them.
"What else haven't you told me?"
Qing Muye looked at her with a hint of scrutiny, as if wanting to know how many more secrets she was hiding.
"Ah?"
Meng Jingwei blinked. "Oh, I liked being a model when I was a child. I also worked as a model part-time in school, but I was young then, with low pay and little work. I went to work in a coffee shop to earn money, and then I didn't have time to do modeling part-time. Over time, it gradually fell by the wayside."
Her childhood dream was to be a model, but it was too difficult to make a living as a model.
She also had adoptive parents to support, so she naturally didn't have the opportunity or financial means to struggle in the modeling industry.
"How many more lies have you told me?"
After Meng Jingwei finished speaking, Qing Muye suddenly questioned her.
Meng Jingwei blinked, then suddenly understood the meaning behind Qing Muye's question.
She smiled a little awkwardly, "Heh heh... I was joking with you that day. That Ji Lanfeng is the campus heartthrob from the Xuanxi Art School next to my university."
As for Han Junyan, they had known each other for nearly seven years.
They were in the same high school in their first year. It was during the winter of that first year that Han Junyan carried her, who had fallen and injured herself, to the infirmary. From then on, she fell for him uncontrollably.
However, it had always been unrequited love.
She had never confessed to Han Junyan. Han Junyan often hung out with her, but he didn't seem to like her at all.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone abroad directly after finishing the second year of high school and cut off contact.