As they walked further away, they reluctantly withdrew their gazes. One of them suddenly said, "Don't they look a little familiar?"
"It feels like I've seen them somewhere before."
"Seen them? They look like rich people; how could we have seen them?"
The three chatted as they walked towards the nurses' station.
Meanwhile, Qing Muye held Meng Jingwei and walked directly to the door of Shen Liannuo's VIP room.
Meng Jingwei leaned against Qing Muye, her mood exceptionally joyful after their flirtatious exchange.
She couldn't help but glance at Qing Muye more often, even as she listened to the three nurses praising him.
His face was exquisitely proportioned, with deep-set, three-dimensional features, sharp brows, and bright eyes. He looked as cool and handsome as a model, the epitome of a domineering CEO.
It had to be admitted, Qing Muye was truly handsome.
He exuded a natural nobility, coupled with a cold demeanor that kept people at a distance. His usually solemn expression lent him an air of detachment that was both awe-inspiring and irresistibly alluring, making one want to steal more glances.
"Put me down."
Upon reaching the room door, Meng Jingwei gently patted Qing Muye's shoulder.
Qing Muye leaned down and carefully set Meng Jingwei down.
Meng Jingwei pushed the door open and entered the room. Qing Muye, meanwhile, reached up, loosened his tie, and casually draped it around his neck.
His movements were fluid, yet carried a touch of roguish charm, exuding the sexy allure of a mature man that was captivating.
Inside the room, Shen Liannuo lay in bed playing with her phone, while Song Jun sat in a companion chair peeling an apple for her.
Before he could finish peeling the apple, he heard the room door open. Turning, he saw Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei.
Song Jun quickly placed his tools into the fruit bowl on the table. "Boss, Madam."
"You're here? The police didn't trouble... uh... you, why are you back?"
Shen Liannuo's heart was filled with worry when she saw Meng Jingwei enter, fearing she would be lectured or harassed by the officers. But as Qing Muye came into view, Shen Liannuo felt her eyelids twitch twice.
She instinctively made a small motion of swallowing, muttering to herself, but her gaze met Meng Jingwei's again, and she gave her a significant look.
It was as if she were saying, "Why is your husband back? Am I doomed?"
Meng Jingwei shook her head slightly, her movements subtle, quietly reassuring Shen Liannuo not to worry too much.
"What, you don't want me back?"
Qing Muye stood with his hands in his trouser pockets, his handsome face as cold as ever.
His aura was completely different from just a few minutes ago.
When facing Meng Jingwei alone, he seemed to have bestowed all his gentleness upon her, and only to her did he show tenderness without reservation.
Shen Liannuo gave an awkward smile, "No, no, that's not what I meant."
She felt like she was about to die.
Having driven Meng Jingwei out for fun and gotten into a car accident, his return now likely meant he intended to skin her alive as penance.
Qing Muye strolled over to her, looking down at Shen Liannuo, who was leaning against the headboard. "As long as you are in Lancheng, I tolerate your every indulgence. But, from now on, do not involve Ah Wei in any dangerous activities. I, Qing Muye, only have her as my wife, and she is the only mother of my children. She also has parents. Understand?"
His words were clear, his tone seemingly calm, yet laced with a heavy warning.
Especially on his handsome face, his expression was somber, his inner displeasure unconcealed.
Meng Jingwei stood beside Qing Muye, listening to his words. Her heart warmed, feeling as if she were immersed in a honey pot, sweet and heartwarming.