At that moment, Qing Muye's heart clenched.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
He moved the coffee table away from the sofa and walked to Meng Jingwei. He leaned down to pick her up.
However, as soon as his hand touched her, Meng Jingwei pushed him away, "Don't... touch... me..."
Even as she pushed him, her touch was weak and feeble, her voice a mere whisper, trembling.
Qing Muye saw the disgust in Meng Jingwei's eyes, as if he had touched a limit, igniting his anger.
"Fine, I won't touch you. If you have the guts, stand up yourself!"
He stood up and walked to the side, 'watching from a distance.'
Meng Jingwei, using the coffee table for support, struggled to turn over, knelt on the floor, and pressed her forehead against it. Using the last of her strength, she gritted her teeth and managed to stand up.
Her lips were as pale as paper. She looked at Qing Muye. Though her eyes were bloodshot with pain, she still managed to force a jarring smile, "I said, I would rather die... than have... your Qing family's child... I... did it..."
She smiled.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably as she stood with difficulty. Her sweat-soaked face was streaked with strands of hair, looking forlorn and disheveled.
After speaking, she began to walk, her steps as heavy as if her feet were mired in lead, each step as arduous as trudging through knee-deep mud.
And on the clean floor, a patch of crimson blood had already stained it, and the floor she walked on was dripping with bloodstains.
At that moment, the anger in Qing Muye's heart gradually vanished, replaced by surprise and a… admiration for Meng Jingwei's 'unyielding spirit.'
He had never met such a girl, so stubborn and resolute, as if she were haloed, commanding his respect.
Meng Jingwei, who had walked only a few steps, saw blackness before her eyes and collapsed.
Qing Muye, standing beside her, quickly stepped forward and caught her.
"Boss, she's covered in blood. Let me."
Song Ci said.
Qing Muye ignored Song Ci and carried Meng Jingwei out of the living room.
In the corridor, neighbors from the same floor were awakened by the commotion and peered out curiously.
"What's going on?"
"Oh, my goodness, why is this woman covered in blood?"
"Who knows."
"So scary, so scary."
...
The neighbors on the same floor exchanged whispers and discussions.
Qing Muye reached the elevator. The doors opened, revealing several medical personnel. "Did you call 120?"
"Yes, she's over two months pregnant and took a large dose of Leonurus japonicus."
"What happened? Hurry up, she's bleeding severely."
The medical personnel said.
Meng Jingwei was then rushed to a nearby hospital. Qing Muye followed in the ambulance, with Song Ci driving behind.
Upon entering the hospital, she was taken to the emergency room for hemostasis and then a gastric lavage...
Qing Muye, still stained with blood, stood in the corridor, smoking a cigarette.
Song Ci stood beside him, noticing the gloomy expression on his boss's face. He tried to comfort him, "Boss, don't worry, she'll be fine. But it's her own fault. Taking so many pills, trying to kill herself."
His words were harsh.
Qing Muye merely shot him a cold glance and remained silent.
Meng Jingwei remained in the operating room for three hours before being wheeled out.
The doctor approached Qing Muye and said, "The patient's bleeding has stopped, and her stomach has been washed. However, the child... could not be saved."
"And her?"
Qing Muye asked coldly.
"The patient was brought in just in time. If she had been any later, even if the medicine didn't kill her, she would have died from blood loss," the doctor said with lingering fear.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Qing Muye said nothing, then turned and followed the gurney to the ward.
In the ward, Meng Jingwei lay on the hospital bed in a patient gown, an IV drip attached.
Perhaps due to the extreme pain, her brows were furrowed even in her sleep.
And her plain, even somewhat ugly face, unexpectedly struck Qing Muye as pleasing to his eye.
The next day.
Meng Jingwei awoke.
She opened her eyes and looked around the room. Seeing the IV drip, she felt a silent gratitude that she was still alive.
She sighed and turned her head to look out the window, feeling a pang of sadness for the lost child.
It was her own flesh and blood, gone before it had a chance to see the vibrant world...
"Awake?"
Suddenly, she heard a voice. She looked up slightly and saw Qing Muye sitting on the sofa nearby.
A faint smile touched her pale lips, "The child is gone, why is Master Qing still here? Faking concern? That's not like you."
Having just returned from the brink of death, Meng Jingwei still felt a lingering fear.
In the future, she would live well.
But she did not regret the impulse of last night.
Not one bit.
"Talking so much without taking a breath, it seems you won't die."
Qing Muye stood up and walked over, placing a document on the bed.
Meng Jingwei propped herself up weakly and asked, "What is this?"
As she asked, she reached out and opened the manila envelope, taking out the document.
It was the information about her adoptive parents' car accident that she had asked Qing Muye to investigate.
"On the way to bring the driver back to Lancheng, the driver was taken away by his enemies and killed. The driver's name was Chen Dong, a wanted fugitive in China, who had offended many people. In this matter, your parents were indeed innocent, but Chen Dong was an orphan, so you will not receive any compensation."
Qing Muye briefly explained the situation to Meng Jingwei.
In the past, he would never have spoken so much at once.
Perhaps, due to Meng Jingwei's ordeal last night, the proud man felt a touch of guilt.
Meng Jingwei, who was flipping through the documents, paused and looked up at him, "It's gone?"
"What else do you want?"
"Heh heh..."
Meng Jingwei chuckled dismissively, stuffed the incomplete documents back into the manila envelope, and handed it to him, "No, nothing. I suddenly remembered, since the child is gone, I have no reason to ask for anything from you. Take it back."
Even though the matter had been handled extremely well by the Li family, with Qing Muye's capabilities, he couldn't possibly fail to uncover the truth.
The only reason was...
Qing Muye was engaged to Li Yun'er, and he was deliberately concealing it for the Li family.
After all, they were family.
Qing Muye's handsome face darkened, "Meng Jingwei, it's best not to push your luck."
"Master Qing jokes."
Meng Jingwei raised an eyebrow, her expression extremely calm. She sighed and turned her head to look out the window, saying, "Before this, our encounters were by chance, all because..."
Because she had saved him by chance when he was in a car accident that day, out of greed.
But that was in the past. Meng Jingwei didn't want to mention it again, so she continued, "I don't hate you, I only hate myself for not being strong enough. Now that the child is gone, I have no connection to you anymore. From now on, you go your way, and I'll go mine. I won't appear in your sight again, and I ask that you don't appear in my world anymore."