"Well done."
Qing Muye covered his wound with his hand. Fortunately, the wound was not deep; otherwise, he would have been bedridden for at least ten days to half a month.
When Meng Jingwei plunged the dagger into Qing Muye's heart, she deliberately controlled the distance and force.
Even though his heart was no different from others, she was afraid that one stab would cripple him.
"Have you found out where Ah Wei is staying now?"
Qing Muye lifted the covers and got out of bed, walking to the table to sit down. He lit a cigarette irritably and began to smoke silently.
Kang Xiaolu wanted to step forward to stop him, but seeing his bad mood and gloomy expression, he didn't dare to say much. He replied, "The boss's wife is currently staying in the villa in Hexiaolan Ya. However, the security there is very tight, and it's as difficult to get in as it is to ascend to heaven."
As Qing Muye's subordinate, Kang Xiaolu naturally understood his thoughts and had also investigated the situation at the Hexiaolan Ya villa for him.
"Got it."
Qing Muye didn't say anything else and sat on the sofa, smoking in silence.
A moment later, the ward door was knocked. Du Lin stood outside and said, "Boss, Young Mistress Liannuo is here."
The high-class VIP ward was divided into a small living room outside and the sickroom inside.
Du Lin guarded the outside to prevent anyone from peeking or harming his boss.
"Let her in."
Qing Muye replied.
Then, the ward door opened, and Heka Liannuo walked in with a bouquet of flowers. She saw Qing Muye lying weakly on the hospital bed, his face pale and haggard, looking frail.
A hint of anger appeared on her beautiful face. She slammed the flower basket onto the table and said, "Meng Jingwei really attacked you? I heard that her memory was sealed, and she stabbed your heart with a knife?"
Worried, Heka Liannuo quickly walked to Qing Muye's side and reached out to lift his covers to look at his wound.
However, Qing Muye tightly clutched the covers, completely refusing to give her a chance to peek. "What are you doing?"
Heka Liannuo ignored Qing Muye, threw his hand away, and was about to lift his clothes when Qing Muye grabbed her wrist. "A man and a woman should not touch each other."
"You're a patient, why so much nonsense? I just want to see how serious your injury is."
"Serious."
"Let me see how serious?"
She still tried to pull his clothes, but Qing Muye's strong palm firmly held her, and no matter how she struggled, it was useless.
"No matter how serious it is, I won't die."
"I just want to see."
"No need!"
Qing Muye coldly refused.
Heka Liannuo's movements stopped. Her beautiful eyes glared at Qing Muye. As their eyes met, the ward was instantly filled with a fiery, explosive atmosphere.
After a while, she threw Qing Muye's hand away and said, "If you don't want me to see, then don't. I don't care. I hope you die from the pain."
Upon hearing that Qing Muye was injured, she rushed over immediately. She never expected this scoundrel to push her away.
"I used to think Meng Jingwei was a good person, but I didn't expect her to be so vicious towards you."
"I won't allow you to speak about Ah Wei like that!"
Qing Muye's gaze turned cold. "Her memory was sealed by Old Man Chen. Instead of worrying about me, you should discuss strategies with Heka Qing Tang. Otherwise, your position as the Hidden Lord is in jeopardy."
"You sure are meddling."
Heka Liannuo raised her hand to push aside her hair, moved a chair to sit by the bed, and said irritably, "If Meng Jingwei is capable of taking my position as the Hidden Lord, then I can shamelessly pursue you. To me, it's a win-win situation. After I successfully become Mrs. Qing, I won't lack money, my life will be carefree, and I won't have to worry about the world. Wouldn't that be delightful?"