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I met with Qin Yi and directly asked her what was going on. After our meeting that day, she mentioned that Deng Xiaomei had handed something over to her, so why had she gone to the rural village?
Qin Yi seemed relaxed, listening to me while cheerfully preparing tea and then lifting the cup to offer it to me.
"Zhuang Jun, you know we are adults. To deal with a person, you need to find the key point and strike quickly and decisively so that they feel the pain. Some people are greedy for money, so you give them money to let them live comfortably before pulling back and letting them fall into hell. Others are fond of love, so you find them several men before letting them settle down and not leave."
I felt a chill run down my spine. "Are you saying that Deng Xiaomei's marriage to the man in that rural family was arranged by you?"
Qin Yi replied calmly, "Of course."
"Then how would Deng Xiaomei agree? How did you manage to make her resign herself to staying there?" I gasped; there was no way I could truly send Deng Xiaomei to the countryside. After all, I didn't have that capability. Even if I sent her there for a day, that would be quite an achievement for me.
"Ha! Zhuang Jun, you're really adorable. If I didn't have at least this much ability to deal with her, I might just avoid her until I had the power to bring her down later—that would also be my skill, wouldn't it?"
I found myself quite impressed by Qin Yi. It must have taken some effort for her to keep Deng Xiaomei in check; after all, Deng Xiaomei wasn't an easy person to handle. She was dealing with Deng Xiaomei because of Lu Ming, and I benefited from it as well, so I had to thank her.
"It's nothing; it's a small matter. As long as things are convenient for you over there, of course, if you want to treat me to a meal, I won't refuse." Qin Yi winked at me. I smiled in gratitude but felt uneasy; with Qin Yi helping me repeatedly and managing Deng Xiaomei so quickly, what would happen when I found myself in Deng Xiaomei's position? Wouldn't Qin Yi do the same to me?
I still planned to treat Qin Yi to a meal as compensation. That evening, we agreed to meet at a newly opened restaurant. During dinner, we casually chatted about trivial matters until suddenly Qin Yi changed the subject and asked me what I thought of Lu Ming.
My silver fork paused in mid-air as I stared at her blankly.
She smiled gently at me. "It's fine, Zhuang Jun. I'm just asking casually; feel free to say whatever comes to mind. Although I was previously married to Lu Ming, you don't need to worry about that."
I felt cold sweat break out as I thought about how impossible it would be for me to speak freely. If I were to say that I liked Lu Ming now, within two days I'd probably be left with nothing but bones. So I could only reply quietly.
"He's pretty good; he suits you well."
In an instant, Qin Yi's eyes lit up; she seemed genuinely pleased. Her words flowed more freely now: "Actually, there's no such thing as perfect suitability; it's just that our interests align quite well. By the way, Zhuang Jun, do you have someone you like now?"
I shook my head, "I just got divorced, and my ex-husband's family still has a lot of mess to deal with. I definitely won't consider finding someone I like right now; I just don't have the mindset for it."
Qin Yi seemed to ponder this, "Hmm, I think so too. After everything that has happened, you really need to think carefully about your options. I think Gu Xiang is not bad; just think about it—his conditions are so good and he treats you well. I can see he has some interest in you too."
Hearing this made me feel a bit uncomfortable. What Gu Xiang truly thought of me was another matter altogether. From Qin Yi's perspective, it seemed like she was trying to avoid the trouble of my situation by insisting that Gu Xiang was interested in me. I couldn't help but feel that this was quite inappropriate.
I firmly rejected Qin Yi's suggestion, telling her that I only saw Gu Xiang as an older brother and had no other thoughts. Any future issues could be considered later; I wasn't thinking about anything else right now.
Then Qin Yi went on to tell me about several wealthy men she knew, even showing me their photos. She seemed to imply that she wanted to introduce me to them over dinner. I could only facepalm and say that I really wasn't interested. It seemed that Qin Yi noticed my helpless expression and finally put her phone away.
I couldn't quite understand what Qin Yi was thinking. Perhaps my indifferent attitude frustrated her. She had been so meticulous before; why was her behavior becoming increasingly strange now, almost… aggressive?
Then Qin Yi casually mentioned, "I might remarry Lu Ming. What do you think, Zhuang Jun?"
The water I had in my mouth nearly spewed out due to shock. It wasn't just any shock; it was overwhelming. The water went down the wrong pipe, making me cough a bit before I managed to swallow it down.
Looking at myself in this state made me realize how ridiculous it was. I wiped my mouth and quickly explained, "It's nothing; I think it's great! You two are a good match. I was just lost in thought about something else earlier, so congratulations to you both!"
Qin Yi smiled slightly, her eyes filled with meaning that I couldn't decipher. "Do you really think it's possible for us? If so, that would be wonderful! Why did you suddenly think of something else? Are you perhaps interested in one of the handsome guys I just introduced?"
I waved my hands dismissively, "No, no! I was just thinking about things at home. Of course it's possible; since you've been married and dated before, you should know each other pretty well. So if you remarry, it would mean… you're familiar with each other."
Qin Yi suddenly looked a bit disappointed, "We never actually dated."
"What?" I heard what Qin Yi said clearly but couldn't grasp the meaning behind her words.
"We just met and got engaged right away; it was very boring. We never had a proper date. Since I didn't express any interest in Lu Ming before, it felt fine at the time. But now that I think about it, I'm suddenly feeling a bit lost. If we had spent more time together back then, maybe we wouldn't have ended up with such ridiculous thoughts of divorce."
I was shocked. "You two have never dated or been in a relationship?"
Previously, both Miao Miao and Gu Xiang mentioned that Lu Ming had developed depression because of Qin Yi. I thought it must be someone he deeply loved to cause such harm to another person. But now Qin Yi told me directly that they had not had any deep interactions.
She had no reason to lie to me, and neither did Miao Miao or Gu Xiang. So what was really going on? I couldn't awkwardly ask Qin Yi about such a sensitive topic right then, so I could only offer some platitudes about how they would surely find happiness in the future.
After saying goodbye to Qin Yi and returning home, I fell asleep and was still groggy when my phone rang. My eyes could barely open, and in my haze, I answered the call without even checking who was calling, thinking that anyone calling at this hour must be crazy.
"Hello, are you a family member of Wang Min? You need to come to the hospital right away."
My grandmother?
"What happened?"
"What happened? Something's gone wrong! The patient has attempted suicide again. Hurry over here; it's chaos in the emergency room!"
The nurse's voice pulled me out of my daze. Suicide? How could my grandmother have attempted it again? I really didn't want to deal with this situation, but since it had already happened and they called me, I had no choice but to force myself to get dressed and go.
It was too late to wake my parents, so I quietly left the house. However, I stood outside for a long time in the cold wind; it was very difficult to get a taxi at this hour. At three in the morning, there wasn't even a shadow on the street. After a long wait, I finally managed to get a cab and headed straight for the hospital's emergency department.
As soon as a nurse saw me arrive, she grabbed my hand. "You must be Wang Min's family member. Why did you come so late? The patient is very unstable right now; the doctor had to give her a sedative to calm her down. You should go see her quickly; we won't take responsibility for this kind of incident."
I didn't want to argue about responsibility with a nurse; she was just a bit irritable because her night shift was disrupted. I nodded without saying anything and walked inside, immediately spotting my grandmother lying on the bed with her eyes closed.
"What’s going on now?"
"What’s going on? The sedative took effect, so she's asleep now. She'll probably cause more trouble when she wakes up. What is this all about? Is it really necessary? How old is this woman? Why is she attempting suicide?"
The nurse muttered to herself.
I countered her, "What else is there? Why did you call me here?"
The nurse gasped in disbelief, looking at me with a strange expression, increasingly disdainful. "What kind of attitude is that? She's still your mother-in-law. She had an incident, and you should have been notified. Besides, it was the patient who asked us to contact you. Honestly, some people."
Her voice grew fainter as I replied seriously and calmly, "My husband and I are already divorced. She is no longer my mother-in-law."
"But she asked to contact you because she sees you as family. She didn't even reach out to her own son. Can't you accompany her and show a little filial piety?"
As our conversation continued, I felt increasingly powerless. Indeed, at times like this, bystanders never ask for the full story; they simply take the side of the weaker party and offer their sympathy, unaware of the deeper reasons behind it.
Not every weak person is necessarily the one who has been harmed.
"Fine then, what do I need to do now?" I didn't want to continue this idle chatter. With so many people in the world, how many opinions could I change? And even if I did, what difference would it make?
"You need to take this card and the bill to pay the fees. You already owe money. Some people are just unbelievable," the nurse grumbled as she left. I looked at the bill in my hands like it was a hot potato, wanting nothing more than to toss it aside and leave while glancing back at my mother-in-law lying on the bed with her eyes closed.
Forget it; whatever happens can wait until she wakes up. I can't let others go too far while I act like a beast myself.
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