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

The rain outside had stopped sometime ago.

When Lu Ke ran out, clutching her head, the driver was standing beside the car with an umbrella. Seeing her slightly disheveled appearance, he walked over with some concern, "Madam, what happened?"

After saying this, he noticed the bloodstains on Lu Ke's face and exclaimed, "Madam, you're injured!"

Lu Ke was badly hurt by the impact and had a terrible headache. "Take me back," she said.

"Madam, let me take you to the hospital; your injury..."

Before the driver could finish speaking, Lu Ke glared at him and said, "Shut up. Do you think I can just go to the hospital like that? Have Dr. Zhang come to our house."

"Yes."

The driver quickly helped her into the car and then drove away.

Not far from them, there was a black car parked.

After the car drove away, Feng Zhuo turned to Cheng Yu and said, "Boss, Madam Meng has left. Shall we go in now?"

Cheng Yu clutched his stomach, his brows furrowed. "I can go in by myself. You wait here."

"But you have a fever, can you manage alone?"

"It's okay, I'll come out after I've seen her." Cheng Yu opened his eyes, pushed open the car door, and got out.

Feng Zhuo was still worried.

Just now at the dinner table, my boss poured cold medicine into his drink and then drank it.

Then they started experiencing stomach discomfort, which allowed them to leave early.

On the way, they suddenly mentioned Arashiyama Apartments.

The driver was also worried about Cheng Yu's health. Seeing him stagger into the room, he said to Feng Zhuo, "Zhuo, if you don't follow behind and keep an eye on him, I think Mr. Cheng's condition is a bit serious."

Feng Zhuo had the same idea, so he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. "Uncle Cao, you wait here."

"it is good."

Inside the house, Meng Tingwan smashed everything she could, but she still wasn't satisfied.

Seeing the shards scattered all over the room, she suddenly laughed.

It was that kind of loud, maniacal laughter that sounded a little creepy.

She crouched down, picked up a shard of a vase, stood up, looked up, and admired something in the lamplight.

"Hehehe, hahaha."

Meng Tingwan's mouth was open, her face full of smiles, and she looked as happy as a child.

Lu Ke left in such a hurry that she didn't close the door properly.

When Cheng Yu reached the door, he found it wide open and could faintly hear Meng Tingwan's laughter.

He couldn't help but tense up, forgetting that his stomach was still upset.

Upon entering, Cheng Yu saw the mess in the room. Broken things were scattered everywhere, along with rolled-up apples and oranges, and star-shaped dolls and cotton wool torn in half.

Meng Tingwan stood under the lamp, looking up at the object, laughing out loud.

"Listen."

Cheng Yu called out to her, suppressing his discomfort as he walked over, only to find that she was holding a piece of broken ceramic.

"Listen, I'm here. Put it down, or it will hurt you."

Upon hearing this, Meng Tingwan turned her head to look at him, her eyes vacant and her expression blank.

His intuition told him that Madam Meng must have said something she shouldn't have again.

Just as Cheng Yu was about to take the thing from her hand, Meng Tingwan suddenly spoke up, "I told you to get lost. If you don't, I'll kill you!"

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Yu felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He slowly lowered his head and saw Meng Tingwan holding ceramic shards in her hands, plunging them into his body. Blood gushed out instantly, flowing onto her hands and dripping onto the ground along her clothes.

"Listen..."

Cheng Yu managed to speak with difficulty, placing his hand on her wrist in an attempt to bring her back to her senses. However, the combined pain from his already upset stomach and the stab wound caused him to collapse to the ground, his strength failing him.

When Feng Zhuo entered, he saw Cheng Yu lying on the ground and was shocked. "Boss!"

Meng Tingwan kept her hands still holding the porcelain shards until she saw the dark red liquid on her hands and the person lying on the ground.

He suddenly let go of what he was holding.

"Boss, you..." Feng Zhuo ran over and tried to help Cheng Yu up, but found a pool of blood on the ground, as well as a piece of porcelain that Meng Tingwan had just thrown on the ground, which was stained with blood.

"I...I didn't, I didn't mean to." Meng Tingwan was so frightened that she took a few steps back, then her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground.

Knowing that she had fallen ill again, Feng Zhuo quickly called Uncle Cao outside.

After learning about the situation, Uncle Cao first contacted the hospital, and then called his wife, Sister Yan, asking her to come over as soon as possible.

Feng Zhuo didn't have time to check on Meng Tingwan's condition; he only knew that his boss was injured and needed to be taken to the hospital immediately.

Uncle Cao also came in from outside and was stunned by the scene before him.

However, he was a man who had seen a lot, so he first helped Feng Zhuo get Cheng Yu into the car and took him to the hospital.

"Uncle Cao, you go see the boss off, I'll stay here and watch over the wife."

Feng Zhuo was worried about leaving her alone here, fearing that something might go wrong, given her special status.

Uncle Cao thought it was a good idea and said, "Okay, then I'll take President Cheng there first. You can come back after you've settled in."

"it is good."

The hospital staff were all familiar doctors, so Feng Zhuo wasn't worried that news of Cheng Yu's injury would get out.

The most urgent thing is to look after my wife.

She's emotionally unstable; it would be troublesome if something else happened to her.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhuo turned around and went back to his apartment.

Meng Tingwan remained seated on the ground, looking at the blood-stained porcelain shard and her own hand, feeling guilty and remorseful.

She hurt someone, she hurt someone.

How could it become like this!

She didn't want to hurt anyone.

Feng Zhuo didn't dare go over. He first tidied up the broken pieces on the ground and moved them aside, afraid that she might pick them up again and hurt herself.

Diudiu ran to Meng Tingwan's feet, whimpering and licking her incessantly with its tongue.

"Diudiu".

Meng Tingwan's voice was hoarse. She wanted to hug it, but when she found her hands covered in blood, she pulled them back.

Feng Zhuo, who was standing nearby, was very distressed when he saw this.

My wife's bipolar disorder had almost completely resolved, so how did it get worse again?

"Madam, are you alright?"

Feng Zhuo squatted down and said something carefully.

Meng Tingwan looked up at him, her once sparkling peach blossom eyes now filled with tears, making her look incredibly pitiful.

"Cheng Yu, I hurt him, didn't I?"

Feng Zhuo didn't know how to answer, so he could only remain silent.

Meng Tingwan knew that this was the answer.

"Can you take me to see him? I promise I won't hurt him."

The tone of such pleading was so humble, so fragile, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

Feng Zhuo had never heard such words since he met her.

Seeing Meng Tingwan's evasive gaze, he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Feng Zhuo helped her up from the ground.

Just as Meng Tingwan was about to take a step, she realized that her hands were still dirty, so she said, "I'm going to wash my hands."

"Yes." Feng Zhuo nodded, watching her limp into the kitchen, her back view filled with sorrow.

After Meng Tingwan finished washing her hands and came out, Sister Yan also arrived from home.

Ignoring the mess on the ground, she rushed to Meng Tingwan's side, took her hand, and asked worriedly, "Miss Meng, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Meng Tingwan flinched and pulled her hand away from hers. "Dirty."