In the ward, Meng Jingwei and her husband stayed with Lan Shu for a long time, then arranged for a capable nurse to look after her.
The two then left the hospital with peace of mind.
On the way back, Meng Jingwei sat in the passenger seat, silent the whole time.
Qing Muyye drove, glancing at her from time to time, "She's fine, don't worry too much."
"I know."
Meng Jingwei sighed softly, "Qing Sihui deliberately approached Lan Shu before, wanting to gain her trust and make her a mole lurking by our side. Now that Qing Sihui is seriously injured, I'm afraid if he finds out the truth, he will expose Lan Shu's unbearable past. Qing Sihui has always kept videos, and if the videos are still there, it would be a fatal blow to Lan Shu."
Looking back, Lan Shu's experiences were simply unbearable and pitiful.
However, if blame is to be placed, it can only be on Qing Sihui's cunning schemes and Lan Shu's past innocence.
She grew up step by step through 'pain'.
"She has trauma-induced amnesia and can't withstand stimulation," Qing Muyye stated his concerns. "If Qing Sihui really has the videos, Lan Shu's memory recovery is inevitable, it's only a matter of time."
Suddenly, the car phone rang.
Qing Muyye's phone rang, and Meng Jingwei picked up her phone and glanced at it. "It's Aunt Li from home."
"You answer it," he said.
Meng Jingwei swiped the answer button and answered, "Aunt Li?"
"Qing... oh, young madam. You should hurry back. Young Master Qiao has been in the children's room building LEGOs without eating, drinking, or sleeping. If this continues, something will happen to him."
Aunt Li sighed and was deeply worried.
Meng Jingwei turned on the speakerphone, and Qing Muyye clearly heard Aunt Li's words. His handsome face turned cold, his expression frosty.
"Okay, we'll be right back." Hanging up the phone and putting it down, Meng Jingwei raised an eyebrow at Qing Muyye, noticing his displeased expression. She smiled without saying anything.
After a moment of silence in the car, Qing Muyye finally spoke, "Tomorrow I will contact Qing Kangyu to pick him up."
"That's good," Meng Jingwei agreed with a nod. "Grandma probably misses Qing Kangyu too. It's good for them to see each other."
An hour later, the car arrived at the villa.
It was already 1:30 AM. Most people in the house were asleep, with only two servants guarding the children's room, fearing any accident with Qiao Ziqian.
Seeing the couple return, Aunt Li immediately came forward, "Oh dear, sir, madam, you're finally back. Young Master Qiao refuses to sleep. What should we do?"
"Don't bother him. If he doesn't want to sleep, let him not," Qing Muyye didn't even want to look at Qiao Ziqian.
What's more, even when Meng Jingwei wanted to check on the children's room, Qing Muyye pulled her hand, "Come upstairs and sleep with me. It's late, and you have to go to the film crew tomorrow."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
Look at this domineering man.
She smiled helplessly.
There was nothing she could do, she had to spoil her own husband.
"Aunt Li, don't worry too much. Pulling an all-nighter won't hurt. Just arrange for a few people to take turns watching him," Meng Jingwei instructed Aunt Li, then followed Qing Muyye into the living room and went upstairs.
Aunt Li stood in place, watching the couple go upstairs, then scratched her head and clicked her tongue in worry.
At this moment, in the bedroom upstairs.
The moment the door closed, Qing Muyye put his arms around Meng Jingwei's waist, pressed her against the door, and leaned in to kiss her.
The kiss was wild and rough, as if he had instantly cast aside his usual elegance.
He cupped the back of her head with his large hand, his slightly warm lips nibbling at her red lips with a hint of punishment.