Stepping out of the elevator, Meng Jingwei was still searching for room 2312 when she saw a familiar figure emerge from a nearby room… Xiao An.
She was Tang Wanxing’s assistant.
Meng Jingwei immediately turned and hid in the stairwell.
Standing in the stairwell, she watched Xiao An’s retreating back. After Xiao An had walked away, Meng Jingwei approached and confirmed the room number was indeed 2312.
So, Song Ci’s mention of ‘A Ye’s friend’ referred to Tang Wanxing?
Carrying her doubts, she left the hospital and went to the lobby of the hotel where Qing Muye had booked a room to wait for him.
Sitting in the hotel lobby’s lounge area, Meng Jingwei rested her elbows on the armrests of the sofa, contemplating…
Tang Wanxing clearly liked Qing Muye. Given this, how could she possibly collude with Qing Kangyu? Or perhaps Tang Wanxing was unaware of Qing Kangyu’s intentions?
Or maybe she didn’t even know Qing Kangyu’s relationship with Qing Muye?
All these intricate connections seemed to lead nowhere, and Meng Jingwei couldn’t untangle them for the moment.
At the private hospital, in VIP room 2312.
Qing Muye sat on the accompanying chair, looking at Tang Wanxing lying on the hospital bed. “Since you’re awake, I’ll be heading back now.” He raised his wrist and checked the time; it was very late.
This afternoon, while waiting for Meng Jingwei at the hotel, Tang Wanxing had called saying there was an urgent matter and wanted to meet, to discuss some issues with their companies’ cooperation.
Qing Muye hadn’t refused and had met her at a coffee shop. Who would have thought she suddenly had abdominal pain and fainted? He immediately took Tang Wanxing to the hospital, but in his haste, he lost his phone.
On the hospital bed, Tang Wanxing lay weakly, curled on her side, covering her abdomen with her hand. Her face was extremely pale. She nodded weakly, “Okay, you should go back and rest well too.”
Qing Muye was worried about Meng Jingwei and was eager to see her. However, seeing Tang Wanxing’s suffering at this moment, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern, and even more so, guilt.
“After so many years, why hasn’t your condition improved at all?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
Tang Wanxing shook her head, her lips as pale as paper pulling into a helpless smile. “I’ve seen both Chinese and Western doctors, but there’s no improvement. Perhaps, it will always be like this.”
“I’m sorry, it’s my…”
The man’s eyes, as deep as a cold abyss, were tinged with guilt. Before he could finish speaking, Tang Wanxing interrupted him, “It has nothing to do with you. These are all my own choices.”
After that year, Tang Wanxing was left with a chronic illness. Every time her period came, she would be in unbearable pain, and the bleeding would be heavy.
She had sought medical attention all over the place for years, but with little effect.
Just as Tang Wanxing finished speaking, she suddenly curled up again, her eyes closing in pain as she gasped involuntarily, “Hiss…”
Seeing this, Qing Muye became even more worried. “I’ll go buy you a hot water bottle.”
Qing Muye got up and left the room, heading straight out of the hospital.
Outside the hospital, he found a public phone and called Meng Jingwei.
At this moment, Meng Jingwei was still waiting for Qing Muye in the hotel lobby’s lounge area. Perhaps out of a sense of unwillingness, she insisted on waiting there to see when he would return.
“Hello, who is this?” Meng Jingwei slid the answer button and asked.
“Awei, it’s me.” Qing Muye’s voice held a hint of helplessness. “I’m sorry, something came up and I forgot my phone. Where are you?”
Meng Jingwei: “… The hotel.” She said the two words plainly and then asked, “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. When will you be back?”
“I might not be back tonight. Get a room for yourself and get some rest early,” Qing Muye said, his grip on the phone tightening slightly.
He probably knew Meng Jingwei would be disappointed after he said that.
At this moment, Meng Jingwei felt a sense of loss, her heart feeling empty.
She raised her eyebrows and suddenly smiled, “Oh, okay…”
She didn’t intentionally ask, as if giving Qing Muye an opportunity to explain himself.
To explain why he was spending the night in the hospital accompanying Tang Wanxing!