My Ex Told Me She’s Still In Love With Me - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: You Care About Her?

“Cheng Yi, why are you wearing men’s cologne?” Meng Qingwu leaned in close and sniffed. It was light and crisp, with a hint of tea—exactly like the woman herself.

Cheng Yi raised a hand and gently ruffled the head leaning toward her, whispering, “Because I think it smells good.”

Meng Qingwu narrowed her eyes as her hair was mussed, sitting down beside her like a cat being stroked into bliss. “Hmm, it actually does smell quite nice,” she murmured.

“If you like it, I won’t change it.”

“Oh, shouldn’t that be up to you? How can you decide based on whether I like it or not?” Though her words were defiant, her clear eyes were brimming with joy.

Cheng Yi only looked at her and smiled, watching until Meng Qingwu’s face turned scarlet and she began to glare back with shy embarrassment.

Cheng Yi leaned in. Being so close, her breath brushed softly against Qingwu’s face as she whispered, “Qingwu.”

At such a short distance, Qingwu could clearly see every eyelash and the curve of her brow. Her breath hitched, and she stared blankly. Cheng Yi smiled faintly, pressed a light kiss to the corner of Meng Qingwu’s lips, and whispered, “Close your eyes.”

Meng Qingwu’s heart trembled. she followed the command, and her senses of touch and smell became vivid and sharp. The faint scent of tea drifted around them as soft lips slowly moved against hers. A hint of moisture swept across the shape of her mouth, and she melted completely.

…

The scent of Darjeeling tea gradually faded until it vanished entirely.

Meng Qingwu jolted awake, her chest heaving with heavy breaths. She looked around—this wasn’t their warm little nest or a scene of tender passion. There was only the overwhelming smell of disinfectant and the cold, sterile white of a hospital room.

She remembered now. She had been in a car accident.

She clutched her head. Aside from a dull dizziness and nausea, she only had some minor abrasions. She propped up her head and tried to piece together what had happened.

The car had been going too fast. She had told the designated driver to slow down… Right, slow down. And then?

Meng Qingwu’s brow furrowed tightly. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she scrambled to get out of bed.

“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?!” A nurse who happened to walk in rushed over to press her back onto the bed. She checked the IV in the back of Meng Qingwu’s hand and, seeing it was fine, scolded her, “You’re still on a drip! Don’t move around!”

“Hello, where is the person who was brought in with me?” Meng Qingwu grabbed her hand urgently, a tension in her voice she didn’t even notice.

Her last memory was Cheng Yi’s shadow lunging over her… If she was okay, what about Cheng Yi?

The nurse, seemingly used to such scenes, calmly continued the check-up. “The man’s injuries were quite serious; he’s still in the ICU. The other woman…” She paused before continuing, “She has been transferred.”

“Transferred?!” Meng Qingwu’s eyes widened.

“Yes.”

“Are her injuries very serious? Why did she need to be transferred?”

The nurse gathered her things to leave. “I’m not sure about the details. I have other work to attend to.”

Meng Qingwu: “…”

Not long after the nurse left, Ms. Meng entered. Seeing her daughter lying in bed, her brows instinctively drew together.

“Are you okay?” She stepped forward, taking Meng Qingwu’s hand and carefully inspecting her.

Meng Qingwu shook her head. She noted that Ms. Meng was still in her professional attire, as if she had come straight from a board meeting. “Mom,” she said softly.

Meng Shuyu remained silent for a moment before giving a soft hum of acknowledgment, her grip on her daughter’s hand never loosening.

“Can you help me contact the Cheng family? See where Cheng Yi was transferred to and how her injuries are?” Meng Qingwu asked urgently.

Meng Shuyu’s expression shifted slightly. Her gaze searched Meng Qingwu’s face, as if connecting the dots. “Why do you care about her so much?” she asked, her voice cooling.

Meng Qingwu’s breath caught, and her head began to throb even harder. She clutched her temples. The fact that Cheng Yi had transferred hospitals immediately—was she hurt so badly that this hospital couldn’t treat her, or did she simply not want to be in the same building as her?

“She saved me. Naturally, I’m concerned.”

Meng Shuyu stared at her intently. “Is that so?”

She asked the question, but suspicion was already rooted in her heart. Meng Qingwu’s reaction was far too abnormal. “Why don’t you contact them yourself?” Since she was Cheng Zhan’s girlfriend and Cheng Yi had saved her, wouldn’t it be more convenient for her to make the call?

Meng Qingwu froze, unable to find the words. She was scared—scared that something had happened to Cheng Yi because of her, and scared that the Cheng family would look at her with blame, believing she was the reason Cheng Yi was hurt.

Seeing her face, Ms. Meng sighed. She reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her daughter’s ear and nodded, granting the request.

…

While Ms. Meng went to gather information, Meng Qingwu lay in bed, her thoughts a chaotic, restless mess.

“What happened? How did this even occur?” Lan Xining entered, carrying a bouquet of fragrant lilies. As she placed them in a vase, the scent masked the smell of disinfectant.

“Auntie, why are you here?” Meng Qingwu asked, surprised.

“You’re injured, how could I not come?” Lan Xining glared at her and sat down, poking her forehead gently. “Tell me, why on earth were you drinking at noon?!”

Meng Qingwu felt a pang of guilt. True, why drink at noon? If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have needed a driver!

Meng Shuyu walked back in to find the “fox spirit” sitting quietly by the bed, peeling an apple.

“…” This woman really is everywhere.

Seeing her, Lan Xining looked up and smiled. “Want an apple?”

Meng Shuyu: “…No thanks.” Is she making herself at home here?!

“Mom? What’s the status?” Meng Qingwu, having no energy to deal with the undercurrents between the two, asked anxiously.

Meng Shuyu sat down on the other side of the bed and shook her head. “Their privacy measures are very tight. Aside from knowing she was transferred to Anshan Private Hospital, I couldn’t find anything else.”

She found it strange. Cheng Yi wasn’t the public face of the company; an accident shouldn’t affect stock prices. Why keep the details of a car crash so hidden?

Hearing this, the fire in Meng Qingwu’s heart burned hotter. She felt restless and unsettled.

Was Cheng Yi’s condition really that critical?

She thought of what the nurse said. The driver was in the ICU, yet she herself—aside from a mild concussion—only had minor scrapes. This meant that Cheng Yi had shielded her from all the impact…