He walked angrily to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, sat by himself in front of the low table, and drank in a daze.
Qiao Ziqian didn't understand if these people were tired of plotting and scheming every day, but he knew he was tired.
On the other side.
Meng Jingwei lay on the bed. After Qing Muye left, she woke up.
Sitting in the room, she recalled everything that had happened throughout the day, feeling worried.
She originally wanted to call Qi He to ask about the situation, but then remembered her phone was still at the film set.
Helpless, she had no choice but to wash up and put on a bathrobe to go to sleep.
As a result, she developed a high fever in the middle of the night.
Qing Muye, who had been busy outside all night, returned to the room and found the little woman lying on the bed, groaning with a flushed face.
He walked over and touched her forehead; it was scorching hot.
He immediately carried Meng Jingwei to the hospital.
After a series of examinations, the doctor said her high fever was caused by soaking in cold water.
The next day.
Meng Jingwei woke up and found herself lying on a hospital bed, with an IV drip attached to her side.
"Awake?"
Qing Muye saw her wake up and fussed over her, "How are you feeling? Better? Is there anything uncomfortable?"
"Why am I here?"
Meng Jingwei asked weakly.
With a high fever that didn't subside all night, she felt weak all over, her face pale, her lips chapped, and she was a little thirsty.
"You had a high fever last night, forty-one degrees," Qing Muye shook his head, clearly quite frightened by Meng Jingwei.
Fortunately, he rushed back immediately after dealing with matters yesterday. If he hadn't returned in time, he didn't know what accidents might have happened.
"Maybe I fell into the water yesterday," Meng Jingwei smiled weakly, "Don't worry, I'm fine now."
Meng Jingwei tried to push herself up using the bed, but it was a little inconvenient with one hand on the IV drip.
Qing Muye immediately stepped forward to help her up, "The doctor said you need to lie down and rest more."
"My back hurts from lying down for so long."
Seeing him holding a pillow to put behind her, Meng Jingwei leaned back against the pillow and smiled at him, "A Ye, it's so good to have you."
With him here, she felt inexplicably secure.
"Here, your phone. Lan Shu delivered it early this morning." Qing Muye handed the phone to Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei took the phone and opened it. There were many missed calls, WeChat messages, and texts. However, looking at the red notification badge on the app, she knew Qing Muye hadn't opened her phone.
He gave her a great deal of space and privacy; in fact, it was the respect he showed her.
"I've prepared some nourishing congee for you. Have some first."
Qing Muye opened the thermos on the table and brought out the steaming congee, "Shrimp congee, delivered by Yipinju."
Yipinju was a chain of restaurants; there was one in Lancheng, and one in Yancheng naturally as well.
Meng Jingwei put down her phone and watched Qing Muye push the bedside table towards her. She sat and enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of.
A bowl of congee was placed on the table. Qing Muye stirred the congee with a spoon, occasionally looking down to blow away the steam. He scooped up a spoonful and tested the temperature for her, "Not too hot."
He reached out and brought the congee to her lips.
Meng Jingwei's moist apricot eyes curved into crescent moons. She smiled slightly, lowered her head, took a sip of congee, and chewed slowly, "It tastes good. It's almost like yours."
"I learned it from Yipinju too."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"No wonder it tastes so similar," Meng Jingwei nodded as if she had just realized.
He thoughtfully fed Meng Jingwei the congee. She obediently opened her mouth to eat, enjoying the wonderful moment of being cared for.
After eating half the bowl, she was full, "You eat some too, I'm full."
Having had a high fever all night, her body was a bit weak and she had little appetite.