"Father's name?"
Qiao Ziqian frowned, trying to recall, but after only a few seconds, he cried out, clutching his head, "It hurts, Xingxing... I hurt so much, my head aches terribly..."
Just as before, he covered his head with both hands and bumped it against the bed, his body writhing.
Due to his broken ribs and head injury, the more Qiao Ziqian moved, the more pain he felt.
Meng Jingwei patted Qing Muye's shoulder, signaling him to ask no more questions.
Qing Muye fell silent. Meng Jingwei patted Qiao Ziqian's shoulder, comforting him, "It's alright. If you can't remember, don't force yourself."
She repeated this several times, and Qiao Ziqian truly quieted down.
When he lay on the bed and opened his eyes, Qing Muye personally saw that his eyes were bloodshot, the veins exceptionally prominent.
When he was in pain earlier, the veins on his forehead had bulged, his face was flushed, and he didn't seem to be faking it at all.
The two confirmed that Qiao Ziqian had indeed lost his memory.
"Ziqian, you rest for a while. We need to go out for a bit," Meng Jingwei said to Qiao Ziqian.
Seeing them about to leave, Qiao Ziqian grabbed Qing Muye's hand, "Brother, please don't leave Ziqian, okay?"
Being grabbed by a stranger's hand, Qing Muye should have instinctively felt disgusted, but strangely, he didn't feel much resistance.
Especially his pair of clean, clear eyes made him feel inexplicably pitiful.
"We won't. We're going to buy you something to eat."
Qing Muye said softly.
"Heh heh, Brother and Xingxing are the best." Qiao Ziqian's face radiated a sincere smile.
Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye exchanged a glance, then left the ward together, closing the door.
Standing in the corridor, Qing Muye leaned against the wall, contemplating. Meng Jingwei paced back and forth, then analyzed, "Could the 'Xingxing' Qiao Ziqian mentioned be Tang Wanxing? He calls you 'Brother.' Is there a possibility that he is Qing Kangyu's most mysterious son?"
They all knew Qing Kangyu had a son, but the information had been erased too cleanly for anyone to know who Qing Kangyu's son was.
The information about Qing Kangyu's son was excessively clean, and Qiao Ziqian's information was also very 'clean.' It was hard not to imagine the two of them as the same person.
"It's just speculation. We'll have to investigate before saying anything."
Qing Muye's thoughts were the same as Meng Jingwei's, but he also couldn't confirm Qiao Ziqian's information.
Afterward, the two contacted Han Yu and Lu Yanming, informing them of Qiao Ziqian's situation.
Han Yu simply said he would investigate as soon as possible, and Lu Yanming was also confused but couldn't figure out the reason.
Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye found a caregiver to look after Qiao Ziqian at the hospital, and then they returned home together.
On the way, Qing Muye was driving, and Meng Jingwei had an idea, "We can't get anything from Qiao Ziqian regarding Shiran. Why don't we approach Qing Kangyu instead?"
Qiao Ziqian was currently amnesiac, so they couldn't investigate his identity. It would be better to find Qing Kangyu and inquire about Qiao Ziqian from him.
"That's precisely what I was thinking."
Qing Muye looked ahead, his expression solemn. "But if he really is Qing Kangyu's son, what should I do with him?"
The most critical fact was that they still couldn't determine if Meng Jingwei's poisoning was related to Qiao Ziqian.
"Qing Kangyu's wife is named Qiao Shuang. Qiao Ziqian also has the surname Qiao. Therefore, his identity should be confirmed!"
In conclusion, everything indicated that Qiao Ziqian was Qing Kangyu's son.
However, it wasn't entirely certain yet.
"Yes, Qing Kangyu's wife is named Qiao Shuang. If Qiao Ziqian took his mother's surname, then his surname would be Qiao," Meng Jingwei exclaimed, slapping her thigh as realization dawned.
"I remember now. If we really want to investigate Qiao Ziqian's identity, it won't be difficult. We just need to 'ask' Nan Shuang's parents to know Qiao Ziqian's true identity."
If Qiao Ziqian was indeed Qing Kangyu's son, it would mean that the girlfriend 'Nan Shuang' that Qiao Ziqian mentioned was fake.
As long as they could find out the real information from Nan Shuang's parents, they could confirm Qiao Ziqian's 'fake identity.'
"Alright, I'll arrange for someone to handle it immediately."
Qing Muye nodded in agreement and immediately called someone to make arrangements.
Two hours later, Qing Muye received news that his contact had met with Nan Shuang's parents. After careful questioning, it was learned that Qiao Ziqian was not Nan Shuang's boyfriend; he had paid them to pretend and act out a scene.
Qing Muye hung up the phone and told Meng Jingwei the truth.
"So, Qiao Ziqian's identity is fake, but his name is real?"
"It's just speculation. Nothing is confirmed yet."
Although it was still speculation, the outcome was already anticipated by both of them.
Meng Jingwei never imagined that Qiao Ziqian would be Qing Muye's half-brother, nor that Qiao Ziqian had approached her by pretending to be a 'celebrity assistant.'
All the plans must have started several months ago.
Time really did fly.
"Awei, are you really sure Qiao Ziqian saved you during the car accident?" Qing Muye asked, not entirely certain.
Meng Jingwei stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, carefully recalling the events of that day.
After a long pause, she nodded affirmatively, "Yes, he did save me that day. If he hadn't turned the steering wheel to avoid that truck, I would have... already died."
Meng Jingwei's words were not exaggerated in the slightest.
"Thinking about it carefully, if the 'Xingxing' Qiao Ziqian mentioned is Tang Wanxing, then what was his motive for approaching me?" Meng Jingwei recalled previous events. "If Qiao Ziqian wanted to harm me, he would have had many opportunities. On set, he bought me milk tea and coffee many times. If he really wanted to kill me, I should have been dead long ago."
Therefore, Meng Jingwei was very certain that Qiao Ziqian had no intention of harming her.
"Then what is his motive?"
Qing Muye leaned back in his executive chair, puzzled.
"I think... you should go and meet Tang Wanxing," Meng Jingwei suggested.
As she spoke, Qing Muye gave Meng Jingwei a meaningful look and finally nodded, "I'll do as you say."
Qing Muye had already intended to arrange a meeting with Tang Wanxing, but he was afraid Meng Jingwei might have reservations.
Since Meng Jingwei had now spoken up, he was naturally willing to go and find Tang Wanxing.
Thus, he immediately contacted Tang Wanxing.
At the same time, Tang Wanxing received Qing Muye's call. Looking at Qing Muye's name flashing on the phone screen, her heart lurched, and she was quite startled.
After a long while, she adjusted her emotions and answered the phone, "Muye, why are you calling me?"
"Do you have time? Let's meet."
Qing Muye got straight to the point, "I have something I want to ask you."
"Ah, what... what is it?"