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

The torrential rain in Guangdong came suddenly and poured down hard, showing no signs of stopping for half an hour.

When Cheng Yu and Feng Zhuo arrived, all they could see from the outside was that Feng Qi's apartment was completely dark. Apart from the sound of the rain falling, there was not a sound, and the air was filled with an eerie stillness.

"Boss, should we..."

Feng Zhuo stood behind him, holding an umbrella, and asked if he wanted to go in.

Before he could finish speaking, a person emerged from the dark corner, walking with a limp.

Cheng Yu's pupils constricted, his heart nearly stopped, and then he strode towards the man.

Meng Tingwan lowered her head, her whole body dazed, like a walking corpse. She still couldn't feel the pain in her feet, but her body instinctively prevented her from walking normally.

High heels have very thin heels, making it easy to lose your balance when walking on a cobblestone path.

Not to mention it's pouring rain right now.

The smooth stone caused Meng Tingwan, with her sprained ankle, to lose her footing and almost fall to the ground.

"Listen."

Cheng Yu caught her just as she was about to fall, then knelt down and pulled her into his arms.

The man's voice was urgent, filled with deep worry.

Meng Tingwan finally reacted, lifting her head from his embrace. Her thick eyelashes were still glistening with water droplets, and her eyes gradually focused. "Cheng Yu."

Her voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible unless you listened very carefully.

"Yes, it's me, I'm here." Cheng Yu put one arm around her waist and supported her back with the other, answering earnestly.

On a night when a torrential downpour was raging, the two of them just stared at each other.

It was as if they were the only ones left in the world.

Feng Zhuo stood still, not daring to go forward and disturb them, and at the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it seems nothing bad has happened.

Cheng Yu felt extremely sorry for her, and when he saw that she was only wearing a sundress, he couldn't help but hug her again and whisper in her ear, "Listen, sweetie, I'll take you home."

Meng Tingwan didn't answer, letting the man pick her up and walk towards the car parked outside.

As Cheng Yu passed Feng Zhuo, he stopped and glanced coldly at Feng Qi's apartment. "I'm leaving this place to you."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Feng Zhuo nodded slightly.

After they left, several bodyguards arrived.

Feng Zhuo led them inside, turned on the lights, and saw a mess on the floor.

The most conspicuous figure was Feng Qi, who was lying on the ground, half-dead.

One of the bodyguards was the first to walk over, squat down, and reach out to check his breath.

"Still angry."

He turned to Feng Zhuo and said.

Feng Zhuo nodded to indicate that he understood, and then made another call to his private doctor.

"Clean this up quickly."

"Yes."

The bodyguards quickly put everything back in its place, cleaned the living room, and handed over the things Meng Tingwan hadn't taken to Feng Zhuo.

They also took Feng Qi back to his bedroom.

After untying the ropes binding his hands and feet, a clear ring of ligature marks could be seen.

Feng Zhuo, standing to the side, gasped upon seeing the marks.

He knew that Meng Tingwan had a hidden illness, but he had never seen her have an attack.

This is the first time I've seen her be so hurtful.

However, considering Feng Qi's actions, Feng Zhuo felt that this was quite normal.

After all, no one could remain calm when faced with someone who wanted to kill them.

Feng Qi was being choked so badly he was almost out of breath. He was not fully conscious at the moment and posed no significant threat.

Feng Zhuo sat in the chair, holding the file folder the bodyguard had given him, reading its contents while waiting for the doctor to arrive.

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Meanwhile, Cheng Yu drove the emotionally unstable Meng Tingwan back to Jinghua Royal Garden.

Although the rain had lessened somewhat, the two of them were already soaked through.

Meng Tingwan was carried out of the car by Cheng Yu and carried all the way into the house.

Once inside, he placed the unusually quiet person in his arms on the soft chair, then squatted down and lifted her feet.

The sprained ankle was visibly swollen.

Cheng Yu frowned, and his fingers trembled slightly.

He carefully helped her take off her shoes.

Suddenly, they heard Meng Tingwan mutter unconsciously, "I didn't kill him, I didn't."

Cheng Yu raised his head, his dark eyes slightly sore. He held Meng Tingwan's shoulders and gently coaxed her, "Tingting, you did a good job. Be good, don't think about it anymore, okay?"

Meng Tingwan bit her lip, staring at the man's face, looking very uncomfortable.

"Cheng Yu."

"I'm here."

Almost the instant he finished speaking, Meng Tingwan leaned down, cupped his face, and kissed him.

It was called a kiss, but it felt more like a bite.

Cheng Yu only paused for a moment before realizing what was happening, and then began to kiss her back.

To prevent her feet from getting hurt again, he picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her upstairs in that position.

On the way back to the bedroom, Meng Tingwan's breathing became more and more rapid, and her kisses on his lips gradually became erratic.

The teeth left Cheng Yu's lips and wandered to his neck and behind his ears.

He opened his mouth and bit his earlobe and the skin on his neck.

The force was so strong, it almost drew blood.

The darkness in Cheng Yu's eyes deepened as he let her leave her marks on his body. His arms around her waist tightened, and the muscles on his arms became more defined.

After finally reaching the bedroom, Cheng Yu carried her and sat her directly on the edge of the bed, allowing her to straddle him, her black skirt rolled up to her waist.

The man's hand caressed her waist, and he noticed how sexy her stockings were, with only a few thin straps tied around her waist at the top.

Cheng Yu could imagine what that scene would be like.

"Listen, bite slowly."

Even though she was already suffocating from Meng Tingwan's torment, she still wanted to let her vent first.

The woman seemed to have heard it, yet also seemed not to have heard it.

She actually bit his shoulder through his shirt.

Cheng Yu knew she was in pain, so he patted her back and patiently said, "Sweetie, I'll take off your clothes before you bite."

Hearing this, Meng Tingwan obediently released her mouth and straightened her head off him.

His eyes were unfocused and unfocused, filled with an unreadable mix of desire and pain.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Yu forcefully ripped open his shirt with one hand, revealing his muscular upper body.

Then he pulled her head down, pressed it against his left shoulder, gently stroked her hair with his palm, and coaxed her softly, "Bite."

Meng Tingwan didn't hold back, opened her mouth and bit down, her sharp teeth instantly piercing through the flesh.

"Ok!"

Even though he was prepared, the sudden pain still made Cheng Yu groan. All the muscles in his body tensed up, the veins in his neck bulged, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He instinctively placed his hands on her waist, wanting to grip her tightly, but then he thought that he might hurt her and leave marks, so he let go, braced himself on the bed, leaned back slightly, and clenched the sheets.

The muscles gradually relaxed, so as not to hurt her teeth.

The rain outside the window intensified, and the cold wind kept blowing, making a "whooshing" sound that could be heard even inside the house.

As the temperature inside the room gradually rose, the intertwined figures of the two were reflected on the wall, creating a beautiful and harmonious scene.