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

The meal was harmonious and enjoyable.

Meng Tingwan, in particular, was genuinely hungry.

Last night, her relationship with Cheng Yu was intense without her even thinking about it, so she ate a bowl and a half of rice.

Even if that bowl is a baby's bowl.

Fang Jia was already very content with this.

Meng Tingwan has the kind of physique that allows her to eat whatever she wants without gaining weight, and with just a little exercise, her muscle definition becomes very obvious.

I never restrict what she eats.

But unfortunately, she rarely eats, let alone snacks or milk tea.

So seeing her eat so much today made me incredibly happy.

Sister Yan only started clearing away the dishes after she saw that they had almost finished eating.

An'an also took Diudiu out to buy a calendar, which was a good opportunity to digest their food.

In the living room, only Fang Jia and Meng Tingwan remained.

"Sister Fang, is there any new filming schedule for LP recently?"

Caught off guard by her question, Fang Jia replied, "The person in charge over there hasn't contacted me, so they probably haven't. What's wrong?"

Meng Tingwan looked at her phone thoughtfully. "It's nothing. I just want to go to Y country in a while. If there's filming going on, I'll treat it as a business trip. If not, I'll need you to help me schedule my work."

Fang Jia sensed something was wrong.

To be precise, Meng Tingwan's emotions have been off ever since she was injured.

Feeling a little unsure, she sat down beside her and asked tentatively, "Wanwan, is something on your mind?"

Meng Tingwan looked up, her eyes somewhat unfocused, "No."

"Really do not have?"

"Yes, really nothing." Meng Tingwan snapped out of her daze, looked at her worried expression, and went over to hug her. "Sister Fang, don't worry, I'll definitely tell you in advance if anything happens."

Fang Jia patted her arm. "I know you are decisive and know your limits. Although I am your agent, I am also your friend. If anything happens, remember to tell me."

"Don't worry, I know."

Fang Jia sighed, patted her head, and suddenly remembered what she had just seen on Weibo.

“I tried to get the collaboration with Sylvoir, but they ultimately chose Wan Yumeng. Your fans are a bit dissatisfied. I've already asked someone to control the comments. And your big fan was incredibly helpful; they posted almost immediately to keep the fans rational, and most of the inflammatory comments have subsided.”

Meng Tingwan knew about this big fan's glorious deeds; she must have been following her since she first debuted.

He has an exceptional ability to control the atmosphere, and his young fans almost always listen to him.

Not only do they buy their own magazines to give to their young fans, but they also help them a lot.

She would often call him "wife" in the comments.

I would occasionally reply to him.

After listening to Fang Jia's words, Meng Tingwan suddenly had an idea.

"Sister Fang, I was thinking of contacting him and meeting him alone to express my gratitude?"

"What!?" Fang Jia thought she was hallucinating. "Don't even think about having private contact with your fans!"

In the entertainment industry, things like privately contacting fans are absolutely unacceptable.

"Have you forgotten what has happened in recent years regarding celebrities contacting fans privately? Regardless of whether the fans actually like or admire you, some celebrities' lack of professional ethics has caused harm to countless fans. If paparazzi were to photograph you contacting fans privately, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Fang Jia knew that she simply wanted to meet and thank her.

But there are many ways to do this, and this one is absolutely unacceptable.

Making it to the trending topics is a minor issue; being falsely accused is what's truly terrifying.

Besides, it's not like she hasn't experienced it before.

It's only because they've achieved so much in recent years that people have gradually forgotten about them.

Meng Tingwan pursed her lips and, seeing Fang Jia's excited expression, quickly reassured her, "Don't be nervous, I was just saying. If you really want to thank me, it's up to you to decide."

"As long as you know."

Fang Jia's only reassurance was that Meng Tingwan truly knew what she was doing.

"Alright, you can rest for a bit, I'll be going now."

Meng Tingwan smiled at her and waved, looking very obedient.

Fang Jia couldn't do anything about her, so she finished explaining things to Sister Yan and left with her things.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Sister Yan came out and saw Meng Tingwan staring out the window in a daze. She went over and asked, "Miss Meng, would you like to go upstairs and rest for a while?"

Meng Tingwan turned her head and smiled brightly, "Okay."

"Then I'll help you."

Sister Yan helped her all the way to the room.

Meng Tingwan lay in bed, watching Sister Yan carefully tuck her in and tuck her hair in. Suddenly, she said, "Sister Yan, I want to eat the wontons you make tonight."

"Okay, I'll go buy some things in a bit and make you dinner tonight."

Sister Yan smiled kindly, touched her face, and said softly, "Go to sleep for a while."

Meng Tingwan nodded obediently and closed her eyes.

*

As night falls, the lights are on.

Cheng Yu was sitting in the back seat reading documents. After a while, he felt a little dizzy.

"Cough cough."

Feng Zhuo was texting his department manager when he heard a cough. He turned around and saw that Cheng Yu looked a little unwell.

"Boss, do you have a cold?"

The weather in Guangdong becomes very changeable in autumn and winter, especially in September and October, when it can rain at any time.

Thinking about how hoarse my boss's voice sounded this morning, I figured it was probably because he caught a cold while taking care of his wife.

Cheng Yu also found that he was not only dizzy and lightheaded, but also had a very sore throat.

"Boss, how about I tell General Manager Deng that we're not going tonight? I checked the weather forecast on my phone, and it says it's going to rain again soon."

Feng Zhuo was genuinely worried about his health.

That's why they say you can't sleep in the same bed with two different kinds of people.

My boss and wife are both workaholics; they're willing to risk their lives for anything they do.

Cheng Yu coughed twice, put the tablet down, and frowned. "No need. I've already turned down this dinner three times. If I don't go now, Deng Chuanyang will probably turn against me."

"But you..."

Before Feng Zhuo could finish speaking, Cheng Yu interrupted him, "Go buy me some cold medicine later."

Drinking is inevitable at dinner parties. If you drink alcohol with cold medicine, your own boss will want to commit suicide!

"Boss, I'll buy you cold medicine, but you have to wait until it's over before you drink it."

Cheng Yu lowered his eyes, his fingers weakly pinching his brow. "Just buy it when I tell you to. Why are you making so many demands?"

Feng Zhuo pouted, looking very aggrieved.

Okay, he can buy it then.

*

Sister Yan had already wrapped the wontons and fed Diudiu dog food.

Because An'an went home, it was just me and Meng Tingwan having dinner that night.

She put the wrapped wontons in a sealed bag and then put them in the freezer.

The rest will be cooked for dinner in a little while.

Thinking this, Sister Yan didn't stop her hands and quickly prepared the soup base for the wontons later.

After doing all that, she glanced at the time and, seeing that Meng Tingwan hadn't come down yet, prepared to go up and call her.

Just as I stepped out of the kitchen, I heard a clap of thunder outside.

Then it started raining.

Worried that Meng Tingwan's room window might be open, Sister Yan quickened her pace upstairs.