Seeing Song Qingqing standing in the living room like a statue, not even tending to her injuries, Gongzi Jie stepped forward and asked with concern, "Um, you seem to be injured."
Suddenly hearing a strange, hoarse voice, Song Qingqing frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Gongzi Jie, and you are Qingqing's cousin, right?" Gongzi Jie did not know Song Qingqing, but he had heard about her from his father on the way back.
However, he did not expect his cousin to be so beautiful.
When Song Qingqing heard him say that he was Gongzi Jie, she was stunned for a moment and said, "Do you have any anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicine at home?"
"Yes, I have a full range of medicines at home. I'll go get them for you." After saying that, Gongzi Jie ran off to find the medicine for Song Qingqing.
Song Qingqing returned to her room, intending to change into clean clothes, but before she could finish dressing, Gongzi Jie appeared.
"I found it! Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look." Gongzi Jie didn't expect to see the beautiful woman's bare shoulders. His nose tingled, and then two streams of liquid flowed down his face.
He awkwardly wiped himself and was about to run away when he suddenly remembered what his father had just said about his cousin being unable to see.
Feeling much relieved, she looked again and saw Song Qingqing calmly getting dressed. "Give me the medicine, I can do it myself."
"Oh! But your injury is on your back, you can't reach it?" Gongzi Jie put down the medicine box and then realized that Song Qingqing's back was burned, how could she possibly reach it?
"I can reach you, you can leave!" Song Qingqing didn't want to have too much contact with government officials.
Because they were destined to be different people.
"Alright!" Seeing that Song Qingqing insisted, Gongzi Jie could only open the medicine box, put the anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicine in Song Qingqing's hand, and then walk away, looking back every few steps.
Upon arriving at the door, Gongzi Jie closed the door for Song Qingqing.
But as the door was about to close completely, he couldn't resist his curiosity and stood by the door to take a look.
At a glance, he saw that Song Qingqing's injured back was exposed again, and her extremely beautiful face was even more captivating in contrast to her blistered back.
Young Master Jie, in the prime of his youth, still suffered a nosebleed even though he knew that Song Qingqing was his cousin.
"Jay, Jay."
Just then, Wang Manshi's voice rang out at the door. Upon hearing it, Gongzi Jie hurriedly wiped the blood from his nose and left.
When Wang Manshi saw blood on her son's nose, she rushed over and asked with concern, "Jie'er, what's wrong? Why are you bleeding? Is that it?"
Before Wang Manshi could finish speaking, Gongzi Jie interrupted her, saying, "I've eaten a lot of hot pot at Grandpa's house these past two days, so I'm feeling a bit feverish."
Wang Manshi was skeptical when she heard this, but after checking her son's body again and finding that he was indeed unharmed, she was relieved.
"It's good that you're alright. Go to Qingcheng First People's Hospital to see your sister."
"Mom is going to make dinner for you now. I'll bring it over when it's done."
As Wang Manshi spoke, she began to urge her son out.
Song Qingqing, who was sitting in the room, heard these words and continued applying the medicine.
"Can we go later?" Gongzi Jie didn't want to leave, but Wang Manshi was too insistent, so he had no choice but to leave home reluctantly.
After Gongzi Jie left, Wang Manshi went to Song Qingqing's room first. When she saw Song Qingqing sitting properly on the bed, she said to Song Qingqing, "Qingqing, your aunt is making dinner for you. I'll call you when it's ready."
"Mmm," Song responded softly, her tone devoid of emotion.
Wang Manshi hesitated for a moment, but finally turned her gaze away and headed straight for the kitchen.
Song Qingqing, on the other hand, frowned slightly.
Was the thermos bottle thrown by Wang Manshi?
It must be her; there's no one else but her.
She's quite patient; even in this situation, she still chooses to hold back. It seems she's holding back a big move, planning to unleash it soon.
Who's afraid of who?
An hour later, Song Qingqing sat down at the dining table, in front of her a bowl of lukewarm chicken soup.
Wang Manshi sat down opposite Song Qingqing and invited her to eat.
"Qingqing, drink some soup first to soothe your throat. Auntie will serve you some food later."
"Okay," Song Qingqing said obediently, picked up the soup bowl and started drinking, and then ate quite a lot more.
Wang Manshi was extremely satisfied. Only after Song Qingqing went into the bathroom did she begin packing food for her son, daughter, and husband.
These dishes were certainly not leftovers; she had deliberately saved them early on.
As for Song Qingqing, what she ate was served on an unwashed plate.
Seeing her eat those unclean dishes made her feel much better.
But what she didn't know was that as soon as she left, Song Qingqing vomited up everything she had just eaten.
It wasn't that Song Qingqing tasted anything wrong, but rather that she was afraid the other party had drugged her.
After all, Wang Manshi harbored a lot of malice towards her, so she had to be on guard.
Fortunately, she has already drunk the doctor's antidote, and hopefully she will regain her sight tomorrow.
With this expectation, Song Qingqing returned to her room and lay on the bed. Not long after, she found that her head was a little dizzy. She wanted to sleep, but not really. She could resist it with willpower.
She then realized that Wang Manshi had attacked her, and that she had given her sleeping pills.
Unaware that her scheme had been exposed, Wang Manshi was currently worried about her daughter's inability to attend the wedding tomorrow.
"Yingwu, tomorrow you go and tell the Cheng family that our Yan'er is injured and unable to attend the wedding. See if they can just go to the banquet, or what should they do?" Wang Manshi looked at her daughter, whose face was bruised and swollen and who was still unconscious, and instructed Gong Yingwu beside her.
The latter sighed and began to ask about the cause of the matter.
Wang Manshi naturally shifted all the blame onto Song Qingqing.
Afterwards, she left the hospital under the pretext of getting something.
But instead of taking the items, she called two men to accompany her home.
Tell the two men to wait in the living room.
She went in first to check if Song Qingqing had been infected.
Wang Man cautiously entered the room, went to Song Qingqing's bedside, and whispered, "Qingqing."
No one responded.
"Gently, gently," she called twice more, but there was still no response.
Wang Manshi was certain that Song Qingqing had been infected. Old and new grudges surged up in her heart, and she yanked off the blanket and started pinching her.
Song Qingqing, who was pretending to be unconscious, gritted her teeth and endured it.
After a long while, just as she was about to explode, Wang Manshi finally stopped and called in her helpers.
"Put her in a box and transport her to room 301 on the third floor of the Qingcheng Grand Hotel. Here's the key to the room. You know what to do next."
After Wang Manshi finished speaking, she handed the keys to room 301 to the two men.
All Song Qingqing could feel was that she was wrapped in a bed sheet by two men and thrown into a large cardboard box.
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