100 Days of Rebirth: The Loyal Dog of the Cold and Aloof Actress

Meng Tingwan leaned back lazily, a slender cigarette between two fingers of her right hand, the scarlet butt emitting wisps of white smoke.

Her eyes were unfocused, surrounded by swirling smoke, and her delicate face was expressionless.

Perhaps it was the sound of footsteps that made him frown unhappily, narrow his eyes, and look over impatiently.

Feng Qi kept wriggling his body, his eyes wide open, and he made "woo-woo-woo" sounds in his throat.

"woke up."

Meng Tingwan's voice was somewhat hoarse, which sounded particularly eerie in such a space.

She got up and walked over to Feng Qi, then squatted down and used her right hand, which was holding a cigarette, to pull the ribbon off the corner of his mouth.

The ball in Feng Qi's mouth came out and landed on his neck.

The released man immediately started shouting, "Meng Tingwan, what are you doing? This is illegal detention!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Meng Tingwan's expression turned cold, and she shoved the cigarette butt behind his ear.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Feng Qi screamed in agony, his face contorted in agony, the sound almost echoing throughout the entire apartment.

Meng Tingwan listened with excitement, and a strange smile appeared on her previously expressionless face. "Does it hurt? Does it hurt a lot?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, and it seemed to contain concern.

But to Feng Qi, it sounded like a death knell.

He was terrified; his eyes were filled with horror, and he was trembling like a leaf.

She's gone mad! This woman has gone mad!

"Answer me, does it hurt?"

Meng Tingwan grabbed his neck with her hand, her smiling face turning gloomy in the next second.

Feng Qi nodded, his face flushed red from being pinched, showing how much force Meng Tingwan had used.

"Speak!" the woman snapped.

"……pain."

Feng Qi managed to utter a single word.

Meng Tingwan felt better and slowly let go of his hand, gently stroking his face to help him catch his breath. "Yes, it hurts so much. When I fell from the sky and hit the ground, it hurt a lot, much more than this."

"What does this mean?" Alarm bells rang in Feng Qi's mind.

He seemed to have a better idea of ​​why Meng Tingwan had come to find him.

But how did she know?

"Me?" Meng Tingwan pointed to herself, her expression blank.

Then, Feng Qi heard her say something incredibly terrifying: "I saw it, right in the sky, I saw you, the one who killed me."

She emphasized the last three words, and her bewildered expression instantly turned sinister.

If looks could devour people, Feng Qi would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

He swallowed hard, cold sweat pouring down his face, feeling as if the woman in front of him was a devil.

Meng Tingwan's legs were a little numb from squatting, so she stood up, bent down to pick up the cigarette case from the table, took out another cigarette, and lit it.

After taking a deep breath, she tilted her head back, and smoke slowly escaped from her red lips.

Feng Qi had never known she smoked; he had only just discovered it.

"Did you come to see me just because of this?"

Meng Tingwan didn't say anything, she just silently smoked, and a layer of smoke swirled under the chandelier.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Qi finally heard her speak, "Who ordered you to do this?"

Instantly, his brain went blank, and his hands, which were tied behind his back, clenched tightly.

My heart was pounding.

After calming down, Meng Tingwan threw the nearly burnt-out cigarette into the ashtray, then walked over to Feng Qi and sat down on the coffee table.

"Before this collaboration, I had no dealings with you. I can't think of any reason why you would want to kill me. The only possibility is that you have something on him, and you are being controlled by him."

Feng Qi had already discerned whether her current mental state was correct or not; however, listening to her words, he felt fear throughout his body.

"I'm the one who wants to kill you; no one ordered me to."

She was right about one thing: she was indeed at the mercy of others, so she couldn't say it no matter what.

Meng Tingwan anticipated his stubbornness and wasn't annoyed. She casually picked up the file folder next to her and used her slender fingers to untie the rope.

"I told you, I brought you something good. I'm sure you'll be very interested in it."

Feng Qi was puzzled, but he still stared at the thing in her hand, his heart pounding with anxiety.

He saw Meng Tingwan take out two photos from the open bag and throw them on the ground. One photo showed a woman, and the other showed a little boy, who looked about three or four years old.

"So? Interested?"

Meng Tingwan didn't miss the incredulous expression on his face.

That's really interesting.

Feng Qi's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, died completely after looking at the photo.

It felt like I had fallen into an ice cellar, and my whole body was freezing.

After a while, he finally found his voice, his eyes red as he looked at Meng Tingwan, "You... how could you..."

"How would I know?" Meng Tingwan shrugged with a smile. "I found out. I found out as soon as I looked it up."

The tone was rather proud.

"But I really didn't expect that you not only slept with the artists you worked with, but also with your fans, and this woman's identity is not simple."

Every word she said made Feng Qi even more disheartened.

I thought I had kept it a secret all along, but I never expected that this secret would be exposed by more than one person.

Feng Qi's eyes were unfocused. He relaxed his body and lay on his side on the ground. The spot behind his ear that had been burned by the cigarette was now particularly painful.

Meng Tingwan looked at him with disdain in her eyes.

She took out another cigarette and lit it, but just held it in her hand without smoking it.

"There are no secrets in this world. If you do something, there will be traces."

Upon hearing this, Feng Qi suddenly burst into laughter, seemingly lost in thought.

The laughter was manic, filled with endless sorrow and helplessness.

"Yes, but so what? You still won't get what you want."

Meng Tingwan's eyes turned cold. She lowered her head and glared at him intently, a strange and terrifying smile playing on her lips. "What did you say?"

Feng Qi knew he was doomed, so he didn't care.

He looked at Meng Tingwan defiantly, without the slightest fear, "I'm telling you, you'll never get what you want, and you'll never know what you want to know!"

“You…” Meng Tingwan’s eyes instantly turned red, her hand trembled as she pointed at him, her lips turned white, and the veins on her neck bulged out.

"Rumble"

Suddenly, a very loud clap of thunder came from outside.

The glass rattled from the vibrations.

Meng Tingwan covered her ears, panting heavily, her teeth clenched tightly around her lower lip, as if she were in great pain.

Feng Qi looked at her in horror, his body struggling to move backward.

I saw Meng Tingwan's crazy state tonight; she seems to really be sick.

If I really get sick, I'm afraid I'll die.

Unfortunately, he was too late.

Meng Tingwan slowly raised her head, her expression indescribable, as if she were restraining herself, yet also on the verge of exploding.

She got up and walked towards Feng Qi. The sound of her heels hitting the floor was like the rattling of a rope used by a demon to claim a life.

Feng Qi was shocked, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

However, before he could even beg for mercy, Meng Tingwan grabbed his neck with both hands, her strength surprisingly great.

Feng Qi's hands and feet were bound, rendering him completely immobile and leaving him at the mercy of others.

He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound. His eyes bulged out, and his face was as red as if it had been dyed. He looked terrifying.