But she was not entirely sure.
"Ye, I'm so cold, so cold..."
Tang Wanxing shivered weakly in Qing Muye's embrace.
"Turn the air conditioning to the highest setting," Qing Muye instructed the lobby manager.
"Yes, yes, yes." The lobby manager nodded vigorously, immediately adjusting the air conditioning to its maximum.
Qing Muye took off his jacket and draped it over Tang Wanxing. He held her injured hand and cradled her. "Tang Wanxing, you have to hold on. If you die, your Tang family will have no successor..."
As he spoke, the car suddenly swerved to the right.
The man's expression darkened, his sharp eyes fixed on the lobby manager in the driver's seat. "What's going on?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Qing, there's a... a a a... a car up ahead."
The lobby manager was so terrified that he stammered, unable to complete a sentence.
He had only been guessing that the man was Qing Muye, but he hadn't expected the woman to be the famous celebrity Tang Wanxing. If she died, the hotel would be ruined!
"Drive properly," Qing Muye said again.
"Yes, yes." The lobby manager's forehead beaded with sweat. He wiped his brow, his hands trembling on the steering wheel.
Qing Muye held Tang Wanxing's hand and felt her palm growing colder, a sense of unease creeping in. Although her past actions had disgusted him, they had once faced life and death together. He couldn't just watch his former 'comrade' die like this. Even if it were a stranger, he wouldn't stand idly by.
"Ye, will I die... ah?"
Tang Wanxing found it difficult even to open her eyes, and her voice was weak. If Qing Muye hadn't leaned in to listen, he might not have heard her at all.
"No," he said in a deep voice. "You'd better not die. Otherwise, if Meng Jingwei and I are happily together, your death would just complete us."
Qing Muye's words seemed to stir Tang Wanxing. Her drooping eyelids fluttered open. She raised her uninjured left hand, inching it upwards until it touched Qing Muye's face. Her hand was icy cold, like a block of ice. She gently caressed his face with her fingers. "No, I don't want to... don't want to die. I can't complete... you... you and Meng Jingwei."
Yes, she didn't want to die yet, and even less did she want to complete him and Meng Jingwei.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at a nearby hospital. Medical staff were waiting at the entrance. As they got out of the car, they immediately took Tang Wanxing, placed her on a gurney, and rushed her into the emergency room. Qing Muye followed them into the hospital.
Ring ring—
Just then, his phone rang in his pocket. Qing Muye reached into his pocket and took out his phone, only to find his hands, sleeves, and clothes stained with blood. Meng Jingwei's name flashed on the screen. He slid to answer and held the phone to his ear. "Awei?"
"How are things on your end?" Meng Jingwei asked.
Qing Muye looked towards the emergency room and fell silent.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Meng Jingwei sensed something was wrong with Qing Muye's reaction and asked with concern.
"Awei, promise me that no matter what happens, you will live well from now on."
This sudden statement startled Meng Jingwei, and she stood up from the sofa. "Qing Muye, where are you now? What exactly happened?" His words sounded like a final testament.
"Tang Wanxing cut her wrist," Qing Muye said truthfully. "I brought her to the hospital, watching her blood seep out, her life fading, and I was powerless to help."