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

Cheng Yu paused for two seconds, then hugged her even tighter.

If I said it was because I liked it, would you believe me?

After he finished speaking, Meng Tingwan, nestled in his arms, remained motionless.

Cheng Yu shifted slightly, looked down, and saw Meng Tingwan also looking up at him. "Are you serious?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't think you're that kind of person."

Cheng Yu raised an eyebrow and smiled, "But I'm a man, and I can be attracted by a beautiful appearance, and then I'll bow down and submit."

Meng Tingwan stared into his eyes, inexplicably stunned by the emotions within them. Her heart pounded violently, as if struck by something.

She had never heard Cheng Yu say these words before, nor had she ever imagined that Cheng Yu would say them.

"So you mean you'll like any pretty woman?"

Cheng Yu's eyes darkened, and his disapproval of her words was evident in his actions.

Meng Tingwan felt the man's strong arms lift her up slightly, then he tilted his body slightly and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Cheng Yu kissed her very gently, without going deep, just lingering on her lips as if he were kissing a treasured work of art.

After the kiss, Meng Tingwan's watery eyes became slightly misty, making her look very alluring.

Then, she heard the man whisper something in her ear.

"I'm a solo fan. I only like one beautiful woman, and I will only bow down to her."

Meng Tingwan had received confessions from fans before, but Cheng Yu's words seemed to have a magical power, making her clench her hands tightly at her sides and feel a little hot all over.

Cheng Yu pretended not to notice her change, patting her back repeatedly with his palm, and said in a low, husky voice, "Go to sleep."

Meng Tingwan obediently closed her eyes.

Soon, Cheng Yu felt even breathing coming from his arms.

He kissed the woman's forehead again, rested his chin on the top of her head, and looked at her with tenderness and affection.

He hadn't wanted to say it so soon, but he couldn't help but want to tell her his feelings.

Letting go is out of the question.

He will never let go, whether in this life or the next.

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Meng Tingwan was indeed exhausted.

I slept until nine o'clock before waking up.

She lifted the covers and got up, only to find the ward empty.

Just as I was about to put on my shoes and get out of bed, my phone, which was lying next to me, rang.

"Sis, where are you? I noticed the vases in the living room are gone. Did something happen last night?"

An'an's tone was full of worry.

Meng Tingwan licked her lips and reassured her, "It's okay, I just got tired of looking at it and threw it away."

"Oh, I see. You scared me to death." An'an breathed a sigh of relief. "Where are you now? Do you want me to come over?"

"I'm at the hospital, no need to come over, I'll be right back."

After Meng Tingwan finished speaking, Cheng Yu's words flashed through her mind, and she added, "Please call Sister Fang for me and ask her to tell the director that I can go back to work now and we can continue filming tomorrow."

An'an was stunned for a moment, "Sis, are you serious? Your foot..."

"My foot is fine, I've checked with the doctor."

“Okay, I’ll contact Sister Fang right now.” An’an wouldn’t go against her wishes and immediately agreed.

Just as Cheng Yu hung up the phone, he came in through the door.

Seeing Meng Tingwan sitting on the bed, looking like she had just woken up.

He walked over with a faint smile and asked softly, "Why are you awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

I only slept for five hours between 4 a.m. and 9 a.m.

"no need."

Meng Tingwan answered listlessly, put her phone down beside her, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and then picked up her phone again.

"How's your injury?"

She walked up to Cheng Yu and reached out to unbutton his shirt.

Cheng Yu didn't stop her, letting her do as she pleased, secretly pleased, "It's just a minor injury, it'll be fine in a couple of days."

Meng Tingwan unbuttoned his clothes, glanced at the bandages wrapped around his neck, breathed a sigh of relief, and then concealed the complex expression in her eyes.

"Even minor injuries shouldn't be taken lightly. Remember to eat light meals for the next few days and avoid taking a shower to prevent infection."

Hearing her speak words of concern for him in a cool tone, Cheng Yu felt a little nervous.

He seemed like a young man who had just fallen in love, so excited that he could hardly control himself.

"Hmm." The man responded with a slightly trembling voice, "Then, would you like to take me in for a few days?"

After asking the question, Cheng Yu was somewhat looking forward to her answer.

Who knew that the next second, a bucket of cold water would extinguish the flame that had just ignited in his heart.

As Meng Tingwan helped him button up his shirt, she coldly replied, "I have to go back to filming tomorrow, I don't have time."

Cheng Yu's originally warm face froze upon hearing these words.

"Your foot isn't healed yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Cheng Yu."

Meng Tingwan buttoned up the last button for him, then looked up at him, her bright eyes filled with estrangement and indifference.

“It’s just a transaction between us, so what you should be thinking about now is how to finalize our agreement before the transaction expires. As for my affairs, you don’t need to worry about them.”

"As for the injury I caused you and your illness, I am very sorry. If you want any compensation, all I can give you is this body. I can't give you anything more."

Cheng Yu listened quietly as she finished speaking.

The light in his dark eyes gradually dimmed until there was only deathly silence.

He looked at her, wanting to say something, but couldn't bring himself to speak.

Just then, Feng Zhuo pushed the door open and came in, carrying breakfast for the two of them.

"Boss, Madam."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Tingwan bypassed Cheng Yu and walked towards him, saying, "Assistant Feng, give me the car keys."

I drove her car when I came here last night.

Feng Zhuo had no idea what had happened between the two of them, but he felt that the atmosphere was a bit off and that he had arrived at the wrong time.

"Madam, I've bought breakfast. Would you like to eat before you leave?"

"No need, I want to go back first."

Meng Tingwan's attitude was resolute, and her eyes were cold, which made Feng Zhuo dare not say anything more.

He had no choice but to take out his car keys and hand them to her.

Meng Tingwan took it and, before leaving, instructed him, "Take good care of your boss."

"Ah good."

Feng Zhuo watched her walk out of the door with slow steps, then turned to Cheng Yu and said, "Boss, you and your wife..."

I said that last night, didn't my wife feel anything at all?

At the very least, shouldn't their attitude be less cold and hard?

He really didn't understand.

Cheng Yu stood there for a moment, feeling a sense of powerlessness wash over him from head to toe.

Was I too hasty?

In a daze, a clear liquid slid down the corner of his eye.

It's heartbreaking to see.

In the car, Meng Tingwan fastened her seatbelt, and her tense expression relaxed.

She only has a hundred days left, and she can't even respond to the fans' affections, so how could she possibly respond to Cheng Yu's affections?

Regardless of what kind of affection he has for me, it's a burden for me.