"I'm alive. You're not too late." Jie Jingchen struggled to get up, clutching his back with a pained expression. He still found the presence of mind to tell Jie Jingjue, "Quick, go check on your fourth sister-in-law. I don't know how badly she's hurt."
When Qin Mei saw Jie Jingchen get up, she was about to climb to her feet as well. But hearing his words, she immediately lay back down. To play along, she clutched her stomach and let out a pained cry. "Agh! My stomach, it hurts so much! Jie Jingchen, am I having a miscarriage?"
She was no actress, but she wasn't about to sabotage Jie Jingchen's act.
"Fourth Sister-in-law!" Hearing the word "miscarriage," Jie Jingjue was terrified. He hadn't been there, so he didn't know what had happened. But the stone table was overturned and the ground was in shambles—there had clearly been a fight.
The corner of Jie Jingchen's mouth twitched. 'A miscarriage? Only that little head of hers could come up with something like that.'
