Meng Jingwei, as she drifted in and out of sleep, could no longer help herself. "Tang Wanxing called you earlier. I answered."
Qing Muye paused, the hand holding the towel stilling. "What about?"
"She said her stomach hurt."
"If her stomach hurts, she should see a doctor." Qing Muye knew Tang Wanxing had a lingering illness from years ago, but he wasn't a doctor, and there was little he could do for her.
His response seemed to lift Meng Jingwei's spirits slightly, her earlier agitation calming a little.
"Her stomach hurting, and she's calling you..."
"I wanted to talk to you..."
They both started speaking at the same time, their sentences halting mid-utterance.
Qing Muye sat on the edge of the bed, still drying his hair. "Didn't you want to talk to me about Wanxing? Ask whatever you want. I won't hide anything."
Since he intended to have an open conversation with Meng Jingwei, he had no intention of concealing anything from her.
Meng Jingwei poked her head out from under the quilt, looking at him. "Didn't we agree to talk tomorrow?"
He tossed the towel onto the table and reached out to pinch her rosy cheek. "If we don't talk today, I'm worried my A'wei won't be able to sleep tonight."
When he came out of the bathroom, he had thought she was asleep. He hadn't expected she was sulking.
Meng Jingwei disliked keeping secrets from the person she loved. She asked directly, "What exactly is your relationship with Tang Wanxing, and why do you trust her unconditionally..."
*Brrrring—*
Just as she posed the question, the phone on the table vibrated again.
Their gazes snapped to the table. Qing Muye picked up the phone, saw the unfamiliar number on the screen, and hung up directly.
He put the phone down, frowning. After a moment of thought, he said seriously, "A'wei, my relationship with Wanxing..."
*Brrrring—*
Coincidentally, the phone buzzed incessantly again at that moment.
Qing Muye picked up the phone once more. It was the same number. He then said to Meng Jingwei, "I need to take this call."
Meng Jingwei didn't respond.
He slid to answer. "Hello, who is this?"
"Hello, may I ask if you are a friend of Ms. Tang Wanxing?" a man's voice inquired from the other end.
"Yes."
"Hello, this is Yancheng People's Hospital. Tang Wanxing lost consciousness upon arrival at the hospital. You are the only contact listed on her phone. Could you please come over?" the person on the phone said.
Hearing this, Qing Muye's expression darkened. "Lost consciousness?"
"The patient's uterus is severely affected by the cold, leading to irregular menstruation and severe abdominal pain, which caused her to lose consciousness. Please come as soon as possible." the doctor explained.
Qing Muye's grip on the phone tightened slightly. It had only been about a month since her last menstrual cycle. "Alright, I'll be there immediately."
After hanging up, Qing Muye looked at Meng Jingwei with a grave expression.
They met each other's gaze. Meng Jingwei remained silent, simply watching him, waiting for him to speak.
"Wanxing has been hospitalized in a coma," he stated.
"So, you're going?"
Meng Jingwei's surface expression was calm.
"I told you before, Wanxing saved my life. Because she saved me back then, she developed this condition of uterine cold, and she can no longer have children."
Qing Muye shook his head helplessly. "I must repay the kindness I owe her. I can't just ignore her."
Because she saved him, she developed a cold uterus and couldn't have children anymore?
Meng Jingwei found herself unsure of how to react to Qing Muye, or how to comment on the situation.
She knew that the past between Qing Muye and Tang Wanxing was not something that could be explained in a few words.
"I'll go with you."
Meng Jingwei sat up in bed and said to him, "Since Tang Wanxing already knows our divorce is fake, there's no need to pretend in front of her."