"You're right,"
Meng Jingwei, sitting on the bed, slowly lowered her head, asking no more questions. However, her haggard face was filled with worry.
More than five hours had passed, and there was still no news from Qing Muyye. Meng Jingwei vaguely sensed a growing unease. With his capabilities, it shouldn't have taken this long to resolve the situation.
"You should lie down. You're still injured."
Daisy Timi, concerned for Meng Jingwei, helped her back onto the bed.
Meng Jingwei then asked, "Where is Xiao Cheng? Have the doctors been arranged?"
On the back mountain, she had only stopped Xiao Cheng's bleeding but hadn't removed the bullet from his wound. His injuries still needed medical attention.
"The family doctor is already tending to his wound. You don't need to worry."
Daisy Timi sighed, "You, you just need to take care of yourself now. The kitchen is already making porridge for you. They'll bring it over for you to eat later."
"Thank you, Daisy Timi."
Meng Jingwei looked at her, thanking her sincerely.
"It's what I should do. There's no need to be so formal between us."
Daisy Timi, carrying the medical kit, smiled gently and turned to leave the bedroom.
The moment the door closed, Meng Jingwei's forced smile vanished, replaced by a pervasive and unshakeable worry and anxiety. Her right eyelid had been twitching incessantly that afternoon, and she felt an inexplicable nervousness. These minor physical anomalies were tormenting her relentlessly, like ants crawling inside her body, impossible to get rid of, driving her mad.
She lay in bed, looking out the window. The night sky was sparse with stars, and all she could hear was the rustling of leaves in the wind, stirring her increasingly restless heart.
*Ah Ye, you must be alright.*
Half an hour later, Meng Jingwei got out of bed and went downstairs. Seeing Daisy Timi and Song Ci and the others sitting in the living room, she couldn't help but ask, "Where is Ah Ye? Still no news?"
Even from the railing on the second floor, Meng Jingwei could smell the thick scent of nicotine wafting up from the lobby, a testament to how much they had smoked. She imagined they were as restless and worried as she was.
Song Ci crushed the cigarette butt in his ashtray, stood up, and walked towards the window, pushing it open to air out the smoke. He said, "Just got a message from a brother. It says Qing Si Huai was seriously injured and was taken away by Anthony. Xiao Cheng is still unconscious in the guest room upstairs, isn't he? With the core figures gone, the boss should be fine."
He was trying to comfort Meng Jingwei. However, his words only made her heart sink further. It was like a stone dropped into a deep pool, falling and falling, yet never reaching the bottom, just continuously descending, torturing her. Her bright eyes instantly lost their luster. Looking at the others in the living room, she noticed their uneasy expressions. Not wanting to cause them more trouble, Meng Jingwei nodded slightly, forcing a smile. "That's good news. With the 'main force' gone, Ah Ye will definitely be fine. I bet they're out celebrating and drinking right now."
*Celebrating and drinking?*
*How could that be?*
After all, today was their wedding day. Once the situation was handled, knowing Qing Muyye's personality, he would have contacted her immediately.
Not wanting to burden them, Meng Jingwei then said, "I'll go check on Xiao Cheng. Which room is he in?"
"To the west, the furthest room on the west side," Song Ci pointed towards the west wing on the second floor.
"Alright, I'll go take a look."
Standing on the railing, Meng Jingwei walked towards the west. Only when her figure disappeared from the staircase area of the second-floor corridor, ensuring she was out of sight of those downstairs, did Meng Jingwei's body soften, and she instinctively reached out to steady herself against the wall.