Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 487: Do You Know Ying’er?

An Ying’s voice was soft and weak.

The nurse listened to the indistinct voice and uncertainly asked, "Is your name An Ying?"

An Ying raised her head, looked at the nurse in white, and nodded in agreement, "Yes."

Once the nurse confirmed the name, she immediately put the phone to her ear and slowly said, "Excuse me, do you know An..."

"I know her." The voice on the other end was urgent, even cautious, as if afraid the call would be hung up, "Do you... do you know Ying’er? Has... something happened to her?"

The man almost spoke while holding his breath.

The nurse noticed the person’s agitation, furrowed her brow, and just then, she saw the beautiful woman next to her had opened her eyes at some point. She quickly handed the phone to her ear, saying, "You’d better speak."

An Ying, feeling dizzy, saw the nurse putting the phone to her ear, and looked at the nurse in confusion, "Say what?"

"Ying’er..."

A clear voice echoed down the empty corridor.

An Ying’s body trembled slightly, her eyes widened in disbelief, and her previously aching head suddenly became exceptionally clear.

"Ying’er... please speak, I know it’s you... Ying’er, are you in trouble now? Ying..."

Before the man could finish speaking, the nurse saw the beautiful woman snatch the phone away, her trembling hands fumbling across the screen until the call was disconnected.

The next second, the nurse saw the beautiful woman clutch her chest, her exquisite face streaked with tears.

The nurse was startled by the scene before her, and just as she was about to pick up her phone from the ground, the phone vibrated again. Before she could grab it, the beautiful woman disconnected the call again.

The other party persistently kept calling, and after a few repeated disconnections from the beautiful woman, she simply turned off the phone.

Seeing the situation was not right, the nurse apologized, "Earlier, I saw you were unwell, so I tried contacting your family. When you gave that number, I assumed you were close..." The nurse felt more and more guilty as she spoke.

An Ying clutched the phone tightly, the man’s deep voice seemingly still echoing in her ear.

How long had it been since they last spoke? An Ying’s eyes trembled slightly.

"Thank you." An Ying struggled to speak, pulling a smile that was worse than crying. She lowered her head inconspicuously and secretly wiped away her tears before slowly standing up against the wall.

"You’re welcome." The nurse hesitated and then asked, "Did I make things worse for you?"

"You meant well." An Ying gently replied, handing the phone back to the nurse, "Your phone."

The two stood by the wall.

The nurse took back the phone.

At this point, An Ying raised her eyes, looking troubled at the nurse before her, "Could I ask you for a favor?"

The nurse hesitated, "What is it?"

"Could you blacklist that number from earlier? I’m afraid he’ll keep calling." An Ying had a determined look in her eyes.

The nurse looked at her with a sorrowful expression, "Alright."

"If he calls from another number, could you also..." An Ying was truly embarrassed to ask such a favor.

"Don’t worry, I won’t reveal anything about you." Seeing her hesitance, the nurse hurriedly reassured.

However, the beautiful woman, even in a dazed state earlier, could recite the number, indicating that person was special to her. But why was she avoiding him? The nurse pondered in perplexity.

"Thank you." An Ying sincerely said.

The nurse noticed she seemed slightly weak but overall was fine, so after a few pleasantries, she left.

***

An Residence.

In the dim bedroom, the man’s bloodshot eyes were fixed on the phone screen as he repeatedly dialed the number.

No connection...

Again...

"Cough cough..."

"Cough cough..."

Uncle Ma slept in the guest room next door and kept the door deliberately ajar to immediately hear any noise from Mr. Meng’s bedroom.

Half-awake, he heard a series of coughs, prompting him to quickly put on his coat, hastily slip on his shoes, and rush out.

Outside the bedroom, Uncle Ma knocked twice. When there was no response, he entered directly without hesitation.

Amidst the intense coughing, he quickly turned on the light. In the next second, he saw Mr. Meng leaning against the headboard, holding the phone, eyes bloodshot as he coughed and mumbled.

"Ying’er..."

"Something must have happened to her..."

"Ying’er..."

He uttered a few words, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently as if to cough up his very insides. As his coughs grew more severe, his stern face gradually flushed, looking terrifying.

Uncle Ma quickly picked up a nearby teacup and handed it over, "Sir, have some water."

As Mr. Meng took a sip, Uncle Ma bent over, gently patting his back.

"Sir, having nightmares again?" Uncle Ma’s tone carried a hint of a sigh, indicating this was not the first time.

"It wasn’t a dream, cough cough..." Meng Heming’s eyes deepened, his tone heavy, "Someone called just now and asked if I knew Ying’er. I heard Ying’er’s voice; she was right there..."

His dark eyes carried an almost pathological frenzy.

Uncle Ma, seeing his agitation, felt discomfort; he assumed Mr. Meng was dreaming.

At this point, Uncle Ma noticed the sleeping pills on the nightstand and frowned, "Sir, didn’t you take your sedatives tonight?"

The bedroom’s atmosphere immediately turned cold and quiet.

Meng Heming’s gaze was like a sharp sword, staring directly at Uncle Ma, "You don’t believe what I just said?"

Meng Heming’s voice was cold and eerie in the dark night.

Uncle Ma had been by Meng Heming’s side for years, and he knew Meng Heming’s temperament to some degree. When met with his solemn gaze, Uncle Ma had a sudden realization, "Sir, did Miss An really contact you?"

No wonder Uncle Ma hadn’t believed him before. Over the years, Mr. Meng would often suddenly wake up at midnight, muttering, "Ying’er is in the yard." Sometimes, in the middle of the night, despite the heavy rain, Mr. Meng would rush outside searching for Miss An. That manic behavior was still vivid in Uncle Ma’s mind.

"It was someone else calling; she ended the call." When Meng Heming spoke, his dark eyes instantly turned icy.

Uncle Ma caught onto the crucial point, "Sir, send me the caller’s number, I’ll have someone investigate right away."

"Yes, investigate... quickly..." Meng Heming opened the phone, the screen displaying the caller’s number.

"I’ll go grab my phone right away." Uncle Ma hurried out the door.

Meng Heming stared at the long string of numbers, his dark eyes flickering with complex emotions.