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

Cheng Yu, sitting next to them, seemed not to have heard their conversation and remained silent.

Only after the car stopped at the Lanshan Apartment did he put away his tablet, look at Meng Tingwan who seemed to be in a good mood, and ask, "Are you alright by yourself?"

Meng Tingwan nodded and gave a soft "Mmm," "No problem."

An'an should be waiting for her at the door, so Cheng Yu can't show up.

Cheng Yu paused for a second, which was taken as agreement with her.

Meng Tingwan left the car without any hesitation, opening the door and getting out.

Cheng Yu had already thrown away her high heels from last night, so she was wearing a pair of flat shoes.

Although she didn't live in Jinghua Royal Garden often, it seemed that she had a walk-in closet there that belonged to her alone.

Meng Tingwan had never paid attention to these things before. Cheng Yu would usually leave the clothes outside, and she would put them on directly after washing up.

This morning, after washing up, I couldn't find any clothes outside, so I went to the inner room and discovered that the master bedroom had such a large walk-in closet, and it was separate from Cheng Yu's.

This place was twice the size of his, and all the clothes were the latest seasonal items, along with all sorts of jewelry, shoes, and bags.

The style is all based on personal preference.

Meng Tingwan was shocked for two or three seconds before she came to her senses and grabbed a set of clothes to change into.

My relationship with Cheng Yu was just a transaction, and all these things he did were somewhat unnecessary for me.

"Thank you for sending me back."

After recalling the scene from that morning, Meng Tingwan decided that she should still be polite.

Although there was no affection between them, Cheng Yu, as the trading partner, treated them fairly well in various ways.

Cheng Yu thought she was leaving like that, but he never expected her to say thank you.

In an instant, his morning's annoyance vanished, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "It's nothing, it's nothing."

Feng Zhuo, who was closest to him, could feel that his boss's voice was trembling when he said those words.

Sure enough, even the most restrained love can be shattered by a single sweet word from the person you like.

Meng Tingwan didn't notice anything amiss. After closing the car door, she walked towards the apartment.

Feng Zhuo didn't rush to have the driver start the car.

Instead, they watched as Meng Tingwan limped to the apartment entrance, where a yellow figure suddenly darted out, accompanied by several dog barks.

"Wang Wang Wang"

Diudiu saw Meng Tingwan from afar and, ignoring the rope An'an was still holding, rushed over immediately.

Cheng Yu didn't roll down the car window, but through the glass he could see the woman slightly bend down, then open her arms and hug the small figure rushing towards him.

Even from her profile, you can tell she's laughing freely and happily.

"Let's go."

Cheng Yu withdrew his gaze and said calmly.

When will I be able to have a smile like hers?

The driver and Feng Zhuo exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's thoughts.

*

Over here, Meng Tingwan carried Diudiu inside. Because of her leg injury, she couldn't walk very fast.

As she walked, she continued talking:

"Diudiu, you're already fifteen years old. You can't run around like that anymore, okay?"

Although the lifespan of a Chinese rural dog can be up to twenty years, fifteen years old is not young. Meng Tingwan takes him for a physical examination every year, just in case something happens to him.

Diudiu nestled obediently on her shoulder, and as if understanding its owner's words, it let out a meow.

"Sis, you're back! Why do your feet feel swollen again?"

An'an walked to her side and reached out to support Meng Tingwan's arm.

His gaze fell on her feet.

Sister Fang will be here soon, and when she sees this, she'll definitely have a headache again.

"I'm fine now, I think I'm almost healed."

Meng Tingwan said nonchalantly as she entered the apartment. She placed Diudiu on the sofa and sat down next to it, stroking its not-so-soft fur.

"How were Diudiu's medical checkup results? Were there any abnormalities?"

An'an knew this was what she cared about most, so she handed her the medical report from her bag. "Nothing's wrong, everything's fine, I can eat and sleep well."

"That's fine."

After Meng Tingwan finished reading it, she hugged it on her lap again. Seeing how well-behaved it was, her heart melted.

After playing with Diudiu for a while, Fang Jia and Sister Yan arrived, almost at the same time.

Sister Yan simply nodded to Meng Tingwan and went to the side to start working.

On the contrary, Fang Jia saw Meng Tingwan's injured foot was swollen and red as soon as she entered the room, and she almost had a heart attack.

"Meng Tingwan, do you want to explain to me why resting at home is making your foot worse?"

An An had anticipated this, so she went to the side early and became invisible.

Meng Tingwan teased Diudiu, looking innocent, "It probably, I guess, doesn't want to."

Fang Jia was speechless: "..."

There's just no way to deal with her.

"Wanwan, can we stop playing around with our health? The director can wait until you're fully recovered before starting filming, so can you just focus on healing your injury properly?"

Fang Jia spoke to her earnestly, hoping she would listen.

Meng Tingwan has been working incredibly hard these past few years, almost never allowing herself a moment of leisure.

So Fang Jia also wanted to take this opportunity to let her get a good rest.

"Sister Fang, I understand what you mean. I will take good care of my injury." Meng Tingwan immediately put on a serious expression so as not to worry her.

Fang Jia didn't say anything more, and sat down to take out what she had prepared to show her today.

"I'm here to help you with your upcoming work. You'll only need to shoot a few more scenes for this movie before it's finished, so I've read a few good scripts. Please choose one so I can give you a reply."

As she spoke, she placed the seven or eight scripts in her hand in front of her.

Meng Tingwan reached out and took it, placing it on the sofa to look through it.

Then Fang Jia said, "By the way, didn't a variety show approach us at the beginning of the year? You said you'd consider it, what do you think? Do you want to go?"

If the director hadn't contacted her again yesterday, she probably would have forgotten all about it.

Meng Tingwan doesn't often appear on variety shows, but this particular show has been quite successful in recent years, and the audience response has been positive.

Most importantly, unlike other variety shows, it's about wilderness survival and is broadcast live, making it quite entertaining.

She thought it was worth a try.

Meng Tingwan stopped flipping through the script, looked up at her, and said, "This year's version probably won't work, right?"

"Yes, this season is about to end, and we won't start recording again until March next year."

next year?

Meng Tingwan pursed her lips and lowered her head to hide the emotions in her eyes. "Let's cancel it."

Fang Jia thought she would agree.

Hearing this answer, I was somewhat surprised.

She didn't ask why.

Someone of Meng Tingwan's stature can choose what she wants or doesn't want, so I won't accept any offers she doesn't agree to.

"Okay, I'll talk to the director about it later." Fang Jia didn't say a word more. "How did you find the script? Which one do you want?"

These are all ones she selected herself. The plots are all quite rich and can show the positive image of the characters. There are also some roles that she has never tried before.

It's a good opportunity to get to know each other.

Meng Tingwan glanced through them all, then finally took out one and handed it to her, saying, "This one."

Fang Jia took it and looked at it, completely bewildered, "A short drama?"