When Meng Zhao rushed to Meng Xun's bedroom, Meng Xun was guarding the sleeping Qingying beside the bed. He held Qingying's little hand and looked at her affectionately, with worry between his brows.

Seeing this, Meng Zhao's eyes darkened. He waved his hand and said to the little boy behind him: "You can leave, you can stop here."

"Yes."

After the little boy left, Meng Zhao turned his wheelchair and slowly walked into the house.

When he reached the bed, he snatched Qingying's small hand from Meng Xun and said in a cold voice: "Second brother, thank you for bringing Qingying back. Qingying is from eldest brother's room. Big brother can take care of her. Please call a doctor."

Meng Xun looked at the small hands in Meng Zhao's palms and suddenly felt an urge to take them back. However, due to his status, he could not do so.

Meng Xun suppressed the impulse that shouldn't have happened in his heart, stood up slowly, and replied: "I have sent someone to call the doctor, and he will be here soon."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Qingying, whose face was as pale as paper. His heart suddenly ached, and he asked: "Brother, what did Qingying eat this morning? Why did she vomit like this?"

Meng Zhao lowered his eyes and thought about it. He tasted everything Qingying had eaten this morning. It didn't make sense. Only Qingying had a problem, but he was safe and sound.

It shouldn't be a problem with the food.

He replied to Meng Xun: "She eats a normal diet. She ate it several times a few days ago, but she didn't have any adverse reactions. But today, she is a little strange."

While the two were talking, Xiaodian led the doctor in. Meng Zhao quickly stepped aside and gave his seat to the doctor.

The doctor felt Qingying's pulse, opened her eyelids and took a look, and said: "Auntie, you ate too much, which caused vomiting. In addition, she had her period, and her body was weak. She had abdominal distension and abdominal pain, which caused shock and syncope. I prescribed two doses of medicine for her. Boil it in water and take it. Pay attention to bed rest and eat some blood-tonifying and qi-invigorating food. She will be well in a few days."

"Thank you, doctor." Meng Zhao took out a silver tablet from his sleeve and gave it to the doctor.

After the doctor left, the two brothers present felt a little heavy.

Meng Xun clenched his hands into fists, hidden in his sleeves. He raised his head and looked at Meng Zhao, questioning in a deep voice: "Brother, Qingying is not a child. She should know when she is hungry and when she is full. She has never eaten so much that she vomited. Did you force her to eat?"

"I didn't force her." Meng Zhao shook his head. "I was just afraid that she wouldn't be full, so I put a lot of extra food in her bowl. I didn't expect her to finish it all without saying a word."

Meng Xun always felt that even if Meng Zhao didn't force her openly, he was secretly using his identity to invisibly oppress Qingying, which led to this situation.

He took a step forward, looked down at Meng Zhao, and spoke solemnly, word by word:

"Brother, if you don't like Qingying and don't love her, give her to me and don't treat her like this. I don't mind her past. I can take her out to live and start over."

Meng Zhao was shocked that Meng Xun actually said such a thing. Qingying had been married to him for so long, but he still didn't give up.

Meng Zhao raised his head, looked at Meng Xun with a cold gaze, and shouted:

"Second brother, don't say such nonsense. I don't want to hear it again. Since Qingying married me, she is mine for life. There is no such thing as giving her up. You should pay attention to your status and don't do anything beyond the rules, otherwise don't blame me for using family rules."

Although Meng Zhao was sitting in a wheelchair and was much shorter than Meng Xun, the aura he exuded was not weaker than Meng Xun by half.

Meng Xun didn't expect that even though he asked for her, his elder brother would still hold on to Qingying. It was clear that he would marry Miss Zhao soon. Where did he want Qingying to go?

Meng Xun turned his head to look at Qingying who was sleeping on the bed, then turned his head to look at Meng Zhao, and slowly said: "Brother, do you love Qingying?"

Meng Zhao was slightly stunned. He pursed his lips, lowered his head in silence, and did not answer immediately.

Meng Xun's question was too sharp, making him a little at a loss.

"I..." Meng Zhao stammered, and was about to answer.

"Cough... cough..." Qingying on the bed coughed twice, and slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as Qingying woke up, Meng Zhao and Meng Xun immediately went over to see her, and the answer to the question just now was left unresolved.

Meng Zhao stroked Qingying's pale face and asked worriedly: "Qingying, how do you feel? Does your stomach hurt? Let me rub it for you."

Author: Qiuzhuzhu~( •̥́ ˍ •̀ू )