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

Meng family.

The driver parked the car, quickly got out, opened the back door, and helped Lu Ke out.

The housekeeper, Aunt Guo, was already waiting there.

"What's wrong, Madam?"

The driver didn't know the specifics either, only vaguely replying, "He must have been hit by something. Has the doctor arrived?"

"We've been here for a while, come in quickly."

Aunt Guo and a maid helped the unconscious Lu Ke into the bedroom.

The family doctor immediately began to examine her.

"Xiao Luo, you stay here and watch over things. I'll go call the sir."

"Ok."

After Guo Ma went out, she went to the door of the study on the third floor and knocked a few times.

Inside the study, Meng Yunting was on the phone. Hearing the knock on the door, he said to the person on the other end, "I'll call you back later."

After hanging up the phone, he said to the door, "Come in."

Then Guo Ma pushed open the door and entered. She didn't go forward, but stood at the doorway and curtsied to Meng Yunting. "Sir, Madam is injured. Would you like to go down and take a look?"

"You're injured?" Upon hearing this, Meng Yunting's expression remained completely unchanged, without even a trace of emotion. "How did you get injured?"

"It's not clear yet. Dr. Fang has arrived and is examining my wife," Guo's mother replied truthfully.

Meng Yunting paused for a few seconds, then said, "I have something to do here, I'll be there in a bit."

Guo Ma moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but saw that Meng Yunting had already lowered his head.

In the end, she closed the door and left without saying anything.

The relationship between the husband and wife is quite delicate.

I knew things would turn out this way after the Second Miss disappeared fifteen years ago.

Guo Ma glanced at the closed door of the study, sighed softly, and turned to go upstairs.

*

At this hospital, Cheng Yu has been transferred to a ward.

Uncle Cao stayed put, listening to the doctor's instructions and writing them down one by one.

About twenty minutes later, Meng Tingwan and Feng Zhuocai arrived at the hospital.

"Uncle Cao, how is the boss?"

Uncle Cao then repeated what the doctor had said to the two of them.

Meng Tingwan stood by the bed, not daring to touch him. After hearing Uncle Cao's words, she turned to look at Feng Zhuo and asked, "When he came to see me, he had a fever?"

Feng Zhuo knew he couldn't hide it any longer, so he answered truthfully: "Yes, the boss caught a cold in the afternoon, and then went to a dinner party in the evening, which made the cold worse. Not only that, he also drank alcohol and took cold medicine, just to leave as soon as possible. When he went to see you, he developed a fever in the car and his stomach was also not feeling well."

Meng Tingwan didn't know how she felt at that moment.

She felt terrible, guilty, and even hated herself.

"The boss is usually in good health. He must have gotten a fever because he picked you up last night and took care of you all night."

Feng Zhuo didn't want to talk about this at first, but then he thought about it again.

Talking about one thing is the same as talking about two things.

It makes no difference.

It's better to say it all at once; maybe then the wife will understand what the boss is thinking.

Meng Tingwan said that her feet felt much better the next day than the day before, even though she had been walking all night.

She opened her mouth, her voice choked with emotion, "So, he had a fever, and I hurt him too."

Feng Zhuo was about to say yes when he noticed that her hands, hanging at her sides, were trembling incessantly. He immediately realized that he couldn't upset her any further.

"Madam, please calm down and sit down."

He pulled over a chair and helped her sit down.

Meng Tingwan opened her mouth slightly, repeatedly scratching her neck with her hands, trying her best to control her emotions.

Feng Zhuo stood to the side, not daring to move, his eyes fixed on her, his face contorted in fear that something might happen to her again.

It took Meng Tingwan a while to gradually calm down.

Seeing this, Feng Zhuo immediately asked:

"Madam, would you like the doctor to come and examine you?"

"No need, I'm fine." Meng Tingwan raised her hand to refuse him. "You and Uncle Cao go back first, I'll stay and keep an eye on things."

Feng Zhuo didn't expect her to say that and was a little worried. "Madam, I'd better stay. You're not feeling well and you've been up all night. Let Uncle Cao take you home."

But to my surprise, Meng Tingwan's attitude was very firm, "No need, I can't sleep either. You have to go to work tomorrow, go back."

Feng Zhuo pursed his lips and exchanged a glance with Uncle Cao. The two knew that Cheng Yu and Meng Tingwan had similar tempers, so they had no choice but to obediently leave.

Before leaving, Feng Zhuo added, "Madam, please contact me anytime if you need anything."

"Ok, I know."

Although the two were still a little worried, there was nothing they could do.

After leaving the ward, Feng Zhuo went to see Cheng Yu's attending physician and asked him to send a nurse to keep an eye on the ward and to call him if anything happened.

Dr. Wang nodded to reassure him.

In the ward, Meng Tingwan sat in a chair, her eyes fixed on the man lying on the hospital bed.

The man's lips were pale, making him look very weak, and the dark circles under his eyes added a sense of fragility to his handsome face.

But there's no doubt that even so, he's still as handsome as ever, incomparable to any random passerby.

Meng Tingwan rested her chin on one hand and placed the other hand on the back of his hand, which was receiving an IV drip, lost in thought.

Cheng Yu, why did you do this?

Should I not have been reborn this time? Otherwise, I wouldn't have hurt you.

Meng Tingwan just stared at his face, not sleepy at all.

*

Cheng Yu woke up at four in the morning.

He moved slightly, feeling a pain in his bandaged wound, but it wasn't intense.

There was only a small light on in the ward. When he raised his upper body, he saw the figure sitting by the window.

Thin and lonely, exuding endless sadness.

With just one glance, Cheng Yu felt extremely distressed.

The pain from his physical wounds was nothing compared to the heartache he felt for her.

Because it was a wound that only he knew about.

Meng Tingwan sat on the bay window for an unknown amount of time, staring blankly outside with unwavering, unfocused eyes. From a distance, she resembled a flawless statue of a muse.

She only slowly came to her senses when a coat was gently draped over her shoulders.

"Aren't you cold sitting here?"

A man's low, husky voice came from behind.

Meng Tingwan turned her head and looked straight into his deep eyes.

The two were very close, and she could see her reflection in the man's eyes.

Somewhat embarrassed.

Meng Tingwan didn't speak, but raised her hand to touch his face, then moved to his forehead, "The fever has subsided."

Cheng Yu hummed in agreement. "Didn't you sleep all night?"

He noticed bloodshot eyes and a tired look on her face.

"I can't sleep," Meng Tingwan replied, then added, "I'm sorry."

Cheng Yu pursed her lips, knowing why she was apologizing.

He lowered his eyes, calming the emotions in them. "I accept your apology. Come to sleep with me."

Meng Tingwan didn't refuse, and the next second, she was picked up by the man.

"Your injury."

This action was something she hadn't expected at all.

After all, it's only five steps from here to the bed.

Moreover, Cheng Yu had a wound on his chest.

"This little injury is nothing to worry about, and it won't stop me from holding you."

The man's tone was firm and brooked no argument.

Finally, Meng Tingwan fell asleep in Cheng Yu's arms, held in his embrace.

"You're not allowed to stay up late anymore, do you hear me?"

"Ah."

"You're not allowed to sit by the window either, it's too dangerous."

"Ah."

"Does your foot still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Then go to sleep, I'll stay with you."

After Cheng Yu finished speaking, he didn't hear a reply from the person in his arms for a long time and thought she had fallen asleep.

After a while, the person in my arms suddenly spoke again.

"Cheng Yu."

"Well, I'm here."

"Why did you marry me? And why are you so good to me?"