"Yeah, I think he's really blind too."
Meng Jingwei finished bandaging his wounds and applied some anti-inflammatory powder before putting her supplies away. "Take these with you and remember to disinfect your wound again tomorrow."
They were all minor wounds and didn't affect him much.
"Look, Meng Jingwei is over there!"
"Quick, quick, stop Meng Jingwei!"
"Meng Jingwei, it's Meng Jingwei!"
...
Suddenly, a clamor erupted from not too far away.
The two of them looked up in the direction of the sound and saw a group of people armed with cameras and microphones swarming towards her.
Meng Jingwei subconsciously exchanged a glance with Qiao Ziqian. Their eyes met, and they said in unison, "Run!"
So, Qiao Ziqian grabbed the medicine from the bag and, holding Meng Jingwei's hand, they fled.
They ran ahead with a crowd of reporters chasing them wildly, as if being pursued by zombies.
"Why are there so many reporters?" Qiao Ziqian asked as they ran.
Meng Jingwei shouted back, "How would I know!"
However, upon further thought, it was quite normal. She had been trending on hot searches for several days consecutively, and people were eager to find her, making them as numerous as cow hair.
She just hadn't expected these paparazzi to be so pervasive; she could be tracked down wherever she went.
They dodged past several intersections, making left and right turns, and finally hid behind the greenery in the park. Watching the reporters rush past them, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief, slumping onto the steps, exhausted and weak, and started to laugh.
"Hahaha, this is hilarious, it was quite exciting," Qiao Ziqian laughed heartily.
Meng Jingwei rested her elbows on her knees, propped up her chin, and gave a wry smile. "Yeah, living in constant fear every day, isn't that exciting?"
It was a pity that the person by her side during her desperate escape wasn't Qing Muye.
For some reason, she felt a pang of disappointment.
"You've been trending on hot searches for days, and your ex-husband hasn't bothered to inquire about you?" Qiao Ziqian seized the opportunity to pry.
Meng Jingwei tilted her head and glanced at him. "If it were you, would you bother?"
"If it were my ex-wife, I definitely wouldn't ignore it," he stated resolutely.
Meng Jingwei nodded slightly. "That shows you are loyal and righteous."
Changing the subject, she was still keeping some reservations about Qiao Ziqian.
After failing to get any useful information through several attempts, Qiao Ziqian muttered to himself, wondering if his elder brother had truly cut all ties with her.
They sat and chatted in the park for a long time before leaving the park and taking separate taxis.
That night, Meng Jingwei returned to the hotel arranged for the film crew and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Meanwhile, at a five-star hotel, Qiao Ziqian, clad in a bathrobe and barefoot, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, his handsome face etched with a trace of cold indifference.
In the living room behind him, five burly men knelt on the floor, trembling and lowering their heads, afraid to speak.
After a while, Qiao Ziqian turned, raising his right hand holding the cigarette as he walked over, exhaling a faint wisp of smoke from his lips.
As he raised his hand, a man with a mole on his face immediately cupped his hands together. Qiao Ziqian glanced at the man, then flicked cigarette ash into his cupped hands.
"How do you think you performed tonight?" Qiao Ziqian asked, one hand in his bathrobe pocket, the other holding the cigarette to his lips as he took a drag.
The smoke from his lips blurred his features, making it impossible to discern his mood.
The five men dared not look up, only lowering their heads and glancing at each other.
The man with the mole spoke first, "Second Master Qiao, it was our fault. We were too rough with you. We apologize, we apologize!"
These five were the same men who had appeared at the bar earlier that evening.
Another man with a slender build and dyed blonde hair shivered with fear and quickly crawled forward a few steps, tugging at the corner of Qiao Ziqian's bathrobe. "Second Master Qiao, it was my fault for not knowing my limits and injuring you."