Her movements were too large, causing the wound on her arm to ache.
Seeing her contort her small face in pain, crying out, Qing Muye's hardened heart finally seemed to melt. He stopped scolding her.
Instead, he let her snatch the ring from his hand, clutching it as if it were a rare treasure.
"You, you like him very much?"
Qing Muye hesitated before asking.
Meng Jingwei looked up at Qing Muye, wondering where this scumbag got the confidence to be so dismissive of Xiao Cheng.
But no matter what, she needed to rely on the Qing family's influence for now. She had no choice but to spend time with Qing Muye, yet she feared he might have designs on her. So, she replied, "Yes, I like him. Is there a problem?"
"You're so eager to climb the social ladder, you'll like anyone, even someone like Xiao Cheng?"
His brows furrowed, a hint of anger clouding his features.
In Lancheng, everyone knew that Xiao Cheng was a playboy, experienced with countless women, and frequented places of pleasure.
This woman was truly clueless.
"Qing Muye, you're just my godbrother, not my real brother. Who I like has nothing to do with you. Don't think that just because you saved me, you can boss me around, criticize me, and dictate to me!"
Meng Jingwei glared at him, her tone mocking.
She felt a pang of dissatisfaction.
After all, Xiao Cheng was her brother. Even if his character wasn't perfect, he wasn't as bad as Qing Muye made him out to be.
The man's chiseled face was tinged with coldness. With fingers as fine as jade, he lifted her chin and leaned in slightly, warning, "As long as you're related to Grandma, you're part of the Qing family. I will not allow you to be with Xiao Cheng and tarnish the Qing family's reputation."
"It's your business if you don't allow it. I'll talk to Grandma later. Hmph."
Meng Jingwei slapped away Qing Muye's hand and then irritably lay back on the bed, ignoring him.
A while later, her IV drip was finished. Meng Jingwei lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Without her phone or anything else, she was going mad from boredom.
She glanced at Qing Muye and saw him playing with a laptop he had somehow acquired.
She said, "Hey, Qing... uh... brother, you have a laptop, can you lend me your phone to play with for a while?"
When there's nothing to do, it's Qing Muye; when there's something, she calls him brother!
Meng Jingwei's usual behavior was well-known to Qing Muye.
The man's deep, vast as the ocean phoenix eyes swept over Meng Jingwei, then glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the laptop. It was already two in the morning.
She still wasn't sleepy.
The man, who had been annoyed moments ago, now felt a softening in his stern heart.
Carrying the laptop, he walked over to her side and said, "Move over a bit."
"What are you doing?"
"There's a new movie out recently. Since we have nothing to do, let's watch it together," he said.
"Mmm-hmm, yes, yes, yes, I can't sleep anyway."
Meng Jingwei nodded vigorously, shifting to the left and patting the space beside her on the bed, "You can lie here. This hospital bed is big, so two people won't be crowded."
Qing Muye had changed back into his suit, looking capable, steady, and devastatingly handsome.
He retrieved a pillow from the sofa, placed it behind him, and sat down next to Meng Jingwei. He opened a video streaming site and selected a science fiction blockbuster to watch, paying for it.
However, shortly after they started watching, Meng Jingwei shook her head. "I don't want to watch this."
"Then what do you want to watch?"
"Jurassic Park, Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Transformers 5, or Avatar. I love them all!"
Meng Jingwei truly loved these movies; they held many memories. But the most memorable was Transformers 5.
It was the first time she had watched a 3D movie in a cinema, and she went with her first love. It was a cherished memory, unforgettable.
Her first love, however, couldn't adapt to the 3D movie and felt very dizzy. Even after leaving the cinema, he couldn't adjust for a long time.
Qing Muye didn't think much of it and randomly searched for a movie to watch with Meng Jingwei.
They leaned against the headboard, shoulders touching, sitting together peacefully to watch a movie. There were no arguments, no quarrels, no rejection of each other.
"Look, Caesar is so powerful, he can talk now."
They were watching Rise of the Planet of the Apes 1. The most exciting part was when Caesar could speak and then rose up in rebellion.
"Mmm."
Qing Muye responded, glancing at Meng Jingwei beside him. A subtle emotion inexplicably welled up in his heart.
He rarely watched movies.
Because he was busy with work, his time was already insufficient, leaving him no time for movies.
Suddenly, he felt that it was quite nice to have some free time to watch a movie.
But he didn't realize that watching a movie, and watching it with someone you wanted to spend time with, was the best.
The movie was two hours long. As it was nearing the end, he felt a weight on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw that Meng Jingwei had fallen asleep, leaning on his shoulder.
It was already four-thirty in the morning.
He closed the laptop and reached up to cup her cheek, intending to help her lie down. But as soon as he touched her cheek, he felt an intense heat.
Qing Muye touched Meng Jingwei's forehead and, as expected, found she had a fever.
Supporting her head, he carefully helped her lie down, but Meng Jingwei woke up.
"Mmm... How did I fall asleep?"
Meng Jingwei looked at Qing Muye beside her and mumbled drowsily.
"Sleep, it's late."
Qing Muye didn't mention her fever. He simply pulled the thin blanket over her and patted her shoulder, telling her to sleep.
After a while, she fell asleep again. Qing Muye then went to find the doctor on duty.
The doctor advised Meng Jingwei to take some fever-reducing medicine.
Qing Muye, holding the medicine, patted the awakened Meng Jingwei. "Jingwei, wake up?"
He patted her shoulder a few times, but Meng Jingwei showed no reaction.
Qing Muye became a little anxious. He placed the medicine on the table, sat beside her, and held her shoulders, letting her lean into his embrace. "Silly girl, wake up, it's time to take your medicine?"
He gently patted her cheek, but Meng Jingwei, dazed by the fever, just kept her eyes closed, murmuring hazily.
Her voice was very low, and Qing Muye couldn't hear what she was saying.
"Come on, open your mouth, drink the medicine."
He held the medicine and brought it to her lips, feeding her a mouthful.
The little woman frowned. "It's so bitter. No... I won't drink it..."
She mumbled a few words, her head slumping onto Qing Muye's shoulder, weak and delirious from the fever.
When Qing Muye tried to feed her again, she closed her mouth and refused to drink any more.
Helpless, the man looked at the cup of dark Chinese medicine. After a moment of hesitation, he finally took a sip, held it in his mouth, put down the cup, and then reached out to pinch Meng Jingwei's cheek, forcing her mouth open. He leaned down and covered her lips, directly transferring the medicine into her mouth.
"Mmm..."
The bitter medicine made the little woman struggle instinctively, but Qing Muye firmly held her mouth shut, forcing her to swallow the medicine.
One mouthful...
Two mouthfuls...
Three mouthfuls...
Finally, after four mouthfuls, the medicine was finished.
Qing Muye, worried that Meng Jingwei would find the medicine too bitter after finishing it, took another sip of warm water and transferred it to her mouth in the same manner. Only when she had slowly drunk it all did he let her lie down with peace of mind.