"Oh."
Meng Jingwei responded and immediately beamed, "Grandma, why did you come?"
She lifted the covers, intending to get up and greet her.
"Oh dear, dear, lie down, lie down, you must lie down properly."
Old Mrs. Qing walked two steps forward nervously, pressing on Meng Jingwei's shoulders, "I know everything. The doctor said you were injured and needed to stay in the hospital for your pregnancy. Just sit. Your health is important, the baby is important, hahaha..."
A year of vexing matters had left Old Mrs. Qing feeling exceptionally tired and irritable every day.
Especially since she had Alzheimer's. Although her condition was under control, the progression of the illness could not be halted.
She worried about Qing Muye's lifelong commitment, but their on-again, off-again relationship had worn her out.
It wasn't until Qing Muye called her that morning, told her they were getting married, and explained that their previous breakups were just part of the initial adjustment period, mere arguments.
This delighted Old Mrs. Qing immensely. After hanging up the phone, she immediately had someone check on their situation, only to learn that Meng Jingwei was injured and hospitalized for her pregnancy.
Upon hearing she was carrying twins, the old lady clapped her thighs in joy and immediately arranged for a car to visit her in the hospital.
"Grandma, I'm alright, it's nothing,"
Meng Jingwei said, shaking her head.
Qing Muye, worried that Meng Jingwei would be greatly disheartened if she knew the pregnancy was unstable, had warned the hospital staff to uniformly claim she had only suffered minor injuries and needed to rest for a week.
Thus, both Meng Jingwei and Old Mrs. Qing believed it to be a minor issue, not serious.
"Grandma, please sit,"
Qing Muye stood up, helping Old Mrs. Qing to a seat, "Why did you come?"
"You good-for-nothing child!"
Old Mrs. Qing sat on the companion chair and raised her hand to pat Qing Muye on the backside, "Tell me, such a big event as Jingwei's pregnancy, why didn't you tell me?"
In the eyes of the elderly, children, no matter how old, are still children.
She didn't care how high and mighty Qing Muye was outside, or how he did as he pleased, but in front of her, he was still a junior.
After hitting Qing Muye, Old Mrs. Qing was still not satisfied and reached out to pinch his thigh again, "You kept such secrets from this old woman, I see you don't even have me in your eyes."
She chided him.
"Pfft... Hahaha..."
Rarely seeing Qing Muye get "beaten," Meng Jingwei covered her mouth and laughed unreservedly.
Qing Muye's handsome face darkened slightly, a look of greater helplessness.
He glanced at Meng Jingwei and seeing her laughing heartily, the gloominess from being "punished" immediately dissipated.
"I didn't say, but you found out anyway,"
He said helplessly, sitting by the bedside, tilting his head to look at Meng Jingwei.
His gaze seemed to imply: How dare you laugh?
"Hmph! Saying it yourself versus hearing it from someone else, is that the same thing?"
Old Mrs. Qing spoke to Qing Muye. Seeing him exchanging loving glances with Meng Jingwei and completely disregarding her, she felt displeased and directly grabbed his ear, "So now you only have Jingwei in your eyes and no longer have your old grandma?"
The once unapproachable him, who was cold to outsiders, always maintained an "approach with caution" demeanor, was now having his ear pulled by Old Mrs. Qing, and in front of Meng Jingwei, no less.
One could imagine the embarrassment and helplessness on his proud face.
Embarrassment stemmed from losing face in front of Meng Jingwei and being mercilessly teased by her.
Helplessness arose because Old Mrs. Qing had raised him herself, doting on him endlessly, so he could only endure after being "punished."
More importantly, Old Mrs. Qing had been dispirited for the past year, and it was rare to see her so cheerful, so Qing Muye was happy as well.
"Don't I have any dignity?"
Qing Muye allowed Old Mrs. Qing to hold his ear, forced to look at her askance.
"Hahaha... Grandma, you are so brave."
Rarely seeing Qing Muye in such a predicament, Meng Jingwei joined in the fun, even picking up her phone to record a video, "Don't let go, Grandma, I want to record a video, hahaha... and send it to Ah Ye's brothers to see him make a fool of himself."
"Yes, okay. Our Jingwei is right."
Old Mrs. Qing stood in solidarity with Meng Jingwei and indeed held Qing Muye's ear, not letting go.