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

What happened in country Y?

Cheng Yan, who was half-awake from the alcohol, sobered up instantly upon hearing those words.

He turned around abruptly, walked quickly to the desk, placed his hands on it, and his expression suddenly became indescribable, more of an expression of disbelief.

"you……"

He couldn't say the rest; it was stuck in his throat.

Cheng Yu continued unhurriedly, "You want to ask me how I know?"

Cheng Yan remained silent, her eyes fixed on him as if trying to see right through him.

But he failed because he simply couldn't see through Cheng Yu.

It was then and it is now.

"If I agree to what you just said, will you tell me?" Cheng Yan was eager to know who had told him.

Because everyone who knew about this except myself is dead.

Cheng Yu smiled, and under Cheng Yan's expectant gaze, slowly uttered a single word, "No."

"You son of a bitch," Cheng Yan cursed.

He clenched his fists tightly on the table.

I was too happy too soon.

If he could be easily manipulated by me, he wouldn't be Cheng Yu.

After a while, Cheng Yan loosened his grip, as if all his energy had been drained away. "I promise you, I'll go."

"Promise me something, just say it properly."

Cheng Yu's tone was quite like that of someone scolding a child.

Even if Cheng Yan was angry, he couldn't vent it at all.

With his vital point being pinched, he was like a stranded fish, and no amount of thrashing around could help.

"I'll go see Miss Wang for you, have dinner with her for you, go on blind dates with her for you, and even sleep with her for you, okay?"

Cheng Yu: "..." Thank you so much.

"Anything but the last one is fine."

Cheng Yan gave a cold, indifferent smirk.

He was just saying it; how could he possibly sleep with a woman he had just met?

He wasn't that indiscriminate in his choices.

"Okay, let's go."

Cheng Yu raised his eyes and gestured to Feng Zhuo, instructing him to safely escort the young master back.

Feng Zhuo nodded, indicating that he understood.

Cheng Yan didn't want to stay any longer either.

I feel like I have a grudge against this place; every time I come here, I feel like I'm being skinned alive!

As soon as he turned around, he asked uncertainly, "What about my dad's side?"

"Don't worry, only I know about this, and I won't tell your second uncle."

Only after receiving Cheng Yu's assurance did he feel completely at ease.

He left reluctantly.

Cheng Yu sat there, watching Cheng Yan walk slowly away with his head drooping. His back view was both pitiful and somewhat comical.

As he watched it disappear from sight, he shook his head helplessly, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

With the marriage arrangement resolved, Cheng Yu's mood improved considerably.

But the thought of Meng Tingwan made him feel uneasy.

In all the years we've been married, nothing like this has ever happened before.

Is someone really plotting something against her behind the scenes?

Most importantly, there has been absolutely no progress in my deal with her over the years.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yu's relaxed brows furrowed again, and his eyes were filled with deep sorrow.

*

At Lanshan Apartment, Meng Tingwan and An'an sat at the dining table waiting for dinner.

Diudiu was also lying on the chair, with a pre-mixed dog food in front of her.

"Diudiu, you can eat now."

Meng Tingwan stroked its head with loving eyes.

Diudiu seemed to understand, shook her head, and rested her chin on the table.

An'an said from the side, "Are you going to wait for us to eat together?"

Diudiu barked once.

Meng Tingwan found out as well.

She smiled brightly, her lips curving upwards. "Diudiu, how come you're so obedient?"

Just then, Sister Yan brought out the food.

"Come on, let's eat."

She cooked all the dishes that Meng Tingwan loved, and she knew her tastes very well.

After all, Cheng Yu had told her about Meng Tingwan's preferences before she came, and told her to do so.

Sister Yan had long regarded Meng Tingwan as her own daughter and knew about her illness, so she doted on her exceptionally.

Meng Tingwan looked up at her and said, "Sister Yan, sit down and eat with us."

"Okay, I'll come right away after I finish cleaning the kitchen."

Fang Jia didn't leave either; she kept making calls, one after another, never idle.

When she finally finished her work and came back, the two of them were eating.

As soon as she entered the door, she heard Meng Tingwan say, "An'an, go buy me a desk calendar later."

An'an asked, puzzled, "Next year's?"

There are only three months left in this year, so it should be next year by then.

To everyone's surprise, Meng Tingwan shook her head, "This year's."

An An paused for a moment, but didn't ask why. "Okay, I'll go in a bit."

Fang Jia was puzzled, but didn't ask, assuming that Fang Jia wanted to arrange her own schedule.

Hearing the commotion, Meng Tingwan turned to Fang Jia and asked, "What did the director say? When will filming begin?"

I knew she would ask that.

"Yes, but the specific date hasn't been set yet; it should be next month."

When Fang Jia called the director, she could sense the director's fear on the other end.

It wasn't fear, it was disbelief.

The original start date was December, but it seems that they were afraid Meng Tingwan would change her mind or something, so they changed it to next month.

Fang Jia was both amused and exasperated.

Meng Tingwan understood and continued eating.

Next month is also fine.

The longest filming time for a short drama is only about twenty days, no problem.

The group ate their meal in silence for a while when Fang Jia's phone suddenly rang again.

She answered the call directly and put it on speakerphone.

A girl's anxious voice came from the other end of the line, "Sister Fang, there's been news about the brand endorsement we were trying to get."

"How to say?"

"They chose Wan Yumeng."

After saying this, Fang Jia glanced at Meng Tingwan and saw that she was still eating her meal with no expression on her face. She then said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Jia opened Weibo.

The first thing you see on the cover is the trending topic that Wan Yumeng is about to become the spokesperson for Sylvoir.

No wonder she's known as the "darling daughter" of the entertainment industry; she really has a lot of influence.

The deal was finalized over there, and the publicity for it started over here.

Fang Jia glanced at the comments section and felt a little down.

"Wanwan, you heard everything just now."

"Mm." Meng Tingwan nodded calmly, biting into a broccoli.

Fang Jia sighed helplessly when she saw that Fang Jia didn't care.

I'm not going to dwell on it anymore.

It's just an endorsement; there will be other opportunities in the future.

As far as she knows, the Cheng Group is currently looking for a spokesperson for its new season of jewelry.

This is the first time they've hired a celebrity to endorse their product.

Getting this is much more valuable than getting Sylvoir.

Because the Cheng Group has long occupied the overseas market, its reputation abroad is no less than that in China.

Even compared to foreign domestic companies, it is on par.

With Meng Tingwan's good looks and popularity, she would undoubtedly be the Cheng Group's first choice.

Fang Jia thought to herself and sent a message to her informant at Cheng's company, asking her to keep an eye out for any activity and to let her know immediately if there was any news.