Jin Yu’s intuition was not wrong.
The person who asked her to add him on WeChat was indeed Meng Jinyan.
At this very moment, in the Meng Group’s office, Old Madam frowned and urged, “Oh dear, how come it’s taken you over ten minutes just to add your wife on WeChat? You brat, don’t tell me you don’t even know how to add someone?”
Exposed, Meng Jinyan denied coldly, “I’ve already added her.”
While denying it, he continued to press—
Jin Yu, you have one minute to add me on WeChat. Otherwise, face the consequences!
He sent three consecutive text messages.
Jin Yu, lying in the hospital bed, dared not delay. She quickly copied the phone number into WeChat, filled in the verification message, and waited quietly. Once the other party accepted, she hesitantly sent a message.
【Yu】：Meng Jinyan?
【M】：Yes.
【Yu】：Do you have something urgent to discuss with me?
【M】：No.
Looking at the concise words he sent, Jin Yu grumbled inwardly—if there’s nothing urgent, why threaten her like that?
In the office, Old Madam watched as Meng Jinyan typed from time to time and nodded in satisfaction. “You’re busy with company matters, often working overtime and rarely coming home. That leaves little time for you and your wife to spend together. With WeChat added, you two can communicate anytime. Isn’t it trendy among you young people nowadays to marry first and fall in love later? You can bond over your phones during the day and deepen your connection at home in the evenings.”
“I believe it won’t be long before sparks of love ignite between you.”
Meng Jinyan: “…”
Seeing him remain silent, Old Madam shot him a glare. “What, are you planning to just leave your wife neglected after marrying her?”
This time, Meng Jinyan glanced at Old Madam.
His tone was somewhat cold. “I only agreed to have a child with her. As for matters of love and affection, what do they have to do with me? Once she successfully gives birth to the child, I will divorce her.”
The word “divorce” made Old Madam’s temples throb.
If she weren’t too lazy to get up, she would have grabbed his ear and scolded him right then and there. “With a temper as bad as yours and a tongue so sharp, after divorcing Xiao Yu, you’ll be a divorced man. Do you really think any woman would still want you?”
Meng Jinyan casually tossed his phone aside, his tone indifferent.
“That suits me just fine.”
Old Madam: “…”
It might suit him, but it was useless. Before leaving, Old Madam set a KPI for him: as long as Jin Yu remained his wife, he, as her husband, must report his daily schedule, show care and concern every day, and maintain a chat record on WeChat. Additionally, during Jin Yu’s hospitalization, he must accompany and care for her.
With Old Madam issuing the orders, Meng Jinyan had no choice but to comply.
But Meng Jian reacted even more strongly than he did.
After Old Madam left, he paced around the office as if suffering from anxiety.
Of course, he didn’t just pace—he kept muttering incessantly.
“Why? Why should you have to report your schedule to that woman? Grandma really isn’t worried that she might be bribed to steal company secrets.”
“Hah, and you even have to ask about her well-being. Is that woman already in her seventies or eighties or something? Why should you, brother, have to ask about her well-being? The most absurd part is, why are they forcing you to chat with her? That woman looks dull and boring. Brother, talking to a woman like her is just a waste of time.”
“And then there’s the caregiving. Why should you have to be her caregiver? The company is so busy. If you have to run back and forth, brother, you’ll definitely get exhausted.” Seeing Meng Jinyan pinch the bridge of his nose and close his eyes, Meng Jian strode over to his side, his tone filled with concern. “Brother, why don’t I go talk to Grandma and discuss it?”
Hearing this, Meng Jinyan lifted his eyelids and looked at him calmly.
“No need.”
Meng Jian widened his eyes in confusion. “What?”
Meng Jinyan picked up his jacket and stood up directly. “She is the wife listed in my spouse column. As long as our marriage hasn’t ended, I have the right to fulfill my duties as a husband toward her—reporting my whereabouts, caring for her, and providing care while she is pregnant. These are all things a husband should do.”
Hearing him say these words, Meng Jian was stunned.
Was this… really his brother?
But within a few seconds, he suddenly realized why Meng Jinyan would say such things.
Perhaps… his brother was thinking of his mother.
It was precisely because of Meng Xiuyuan’s (Meng Jinyan’s father) heartlessness and neglect back then—his philandering outside—that caused Meng Jinyan’s mother to become depressed during her pregnancy. Women need care during pregnancy, but as a husband, Meng Xiuyuan not only failed to treat her gently but also fooled around outside and often picked fights with Meng Jinyan’s mother. Coupled with the provocations and taunts from the mistress, it led to the loss of both mother and child.
All these years, his mother had been a taboo subject in the Meng family.
Meng Jian pursed his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing a few times. While feeling heartache for Meng Jinyan, he was also somewhat worried.
“Brother, I know you want to take responsibility, but what happened with her was just an accident. You can’t possibly be responsible for her for the rest of your life, can you?”
Meng Jinyan paused in his steps as he walked out.
He tilted his head, his expression indifferent. “Once the child in her belly is born, I will divorce her.”
Then, he added another sentence.
“As long as she remains listed as my spouse, you must call her sister-in-law. Xiao Jian, remember to greet her properly when you see her in the future.”
Meng Jian: “…”
Why should I!
After Meng Jinyan left the office, Meng Jian was filled with frustration, unable to vent his anger. He could only kick the sofa a few times.
Gazing at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window, his captivating peach blossom eyes narrowed, and his entire body radiated a dangerous aura. He almost gritted his teeth as he said, “Fa Mingzhu, how dare you scheme against my brother? From now on, we’ll see who comes out on top!”
Hospital.
Just as Meng Jinyan was about to enter the room, the doctor on rounds was coming out.
Seeing Meng Jinyan’s cold and expressionless face, the doctor’s heart raced with fear. Knowing what he had done in the hospital that day, the doctor couldn’t help but lower his head when speaking to him.
His voice even trembled slightly. “Mr… Mr. Meng.”
Meng Jinyan glanced at Jin Yu, who was already asleep in the hospital room, and asked:
“How is her condition now?”
“After your wife’s emotions stabilized, her various indicators have gradually begun to stabilize. However, since there were signs of a miscarriage, she still needs to rest quietly for a few days. Also, the first three months are the most critical for protecting the pregnancy. If possible, someone should be by her side at all times to care for her.”
“Alright, you may go.”
Hearing this, the doctor felt as if granted a great reprieve.
He lifted his swift legs and scurried away.
After entering the room quietly, he stood by the hospital bed and gazed at her for a while. She still slept like a schoolchild—lying perfectly straight, hands tucked outside the blanket, meticulous and proper.
Her exposed face and neck remained as fair as ever, and he could hardly find a single flaw on her face. Now, sound asleep with long, steady breaths, she truly resembled a delicate porcelain beauty.
His gaze drifted downward, settling on her hands resting over her abdomen. After staring for a long moment, he felt a sense of daze.
Many years ago, when his mother was pregnant with his younger brother, she had been just like this—even in sleep, her hands never left her abdomen.
The brother his mother carried was related to him by blood.
Now, the child in Jin Yu’s womb was also related to him by blood.
Back then, he had failed to protect his mother and brother. This time, he would definitely protect her and the child.
He held no particular feelings for her, but as long as their marriage lasted, he would fulfill his responsibilities as a husband.