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

The change in attitude was so rapid, it took less than a minute, and Cheng Yu hadn't even had time to react.

"You really agree?"

"Mr. Cheng, I never lie." Meng Tingwan leaned lazily against the headboard, a slight smile curving her lips as she looked directly at him.

I won't be very busy in the near future, so I'll definitely have time.

"okay, I get it."

A faint smile appeared in Cheng Yu's dark eyes, and his expression softened considerably.

Just as the two finished speaking, Feng Zhuo knocked on the door and came in, carrying two bags in his hands.

"Mr. Cheng, Madam, I've bought breakfast."

Meng Tingwan was feeling hungry.

She then smiled broadly at Feng Zhuo, her voice gentle, "Assistant Feng is as considerate as ever."

Upon hearing this praise, Feng Zhuo could barely contain his joy.

Good heavens, his wife praised him!

But this feeling only lasted a few seconds before he became somewhat uneasy.

After stealing a glance at the boss, I saw him walking to the window with his phone in his hand, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, they probably didn't notice.

"Madam, you're too kind. This is just what I should do as your assistant."

As he spoke, Feng Zhuo placed the bag he was carrying on the coffee table and then carefully inquired, "Madam, I bought soy milk, millet porridge, and seafood porridge. Which would you like to drink?"

Without hesitation, Meng Tingwan chose soy milk.

She doesn't like millet porridge.

As for the seafood porridge, it was probably because I got up too early and didn't have an appetite for anything salty.

Once Feng Zhuo got the answer, he immediately and efficiently set up a small table and placed the soy milk, some side dishes, steamed buns, and corn on it.

Meng Tingwan hasn't eaten since yesterday afternoon, and after another night of hunger, she's starving.

She just looked at the side dishes on the table but didn't eat them.

Too much salt.

On the other side, Cheng Yu turned around after finishing his call and saw the woman sitting on the hospital bed eating an ear of corn in her left hand, while her right hand, which was in a cast, was also busy swiping her phone.

The steamed buns and side dishes on the small table were almost untouched.

He sighed inwardly, then went into the bathroom and came out less than two minutes later, heading straight for the coffee table.

When Feng Zhuo saw the boss coming over, he immediately shifted his position to make room for him.

Cheng Yu, however, picked up an egg from the table and began peeling it carefully.

After peeling it, he broke the egg in half, revealing a complete yolk on one half and no yolk on the other.

With a fried dough stick in his mouth, Feng Zhuo glanced at the boss's actions and immediately knew who the half-eaten egg white without the yolk was for.

Sure enough, just as he finished thinking, he saw his boss walk up to Meng Tingwan with an egg and hand her the half of the egg white without the yolk.

Meng Tingwan was focused on eating corn while keeping her eyes on her phone. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man offering her an egg, and almost instinctively shook her head to refuse.

"I don't eat eggs."

"No egg yolk."

Cheng Yu's hand movements remained unchanged, his tone was calm yet persistent.

He knew that she didn't dislike eggs, but rather that she didn't like the yolks.

This was only possible because I was there, and I managed to get her to eat a little bit.

If she weren't around normally, she wouldn't eat a single bite.

An'an wouldn't force her to eat food she didn't like, just like she would.

Meng Tingwan paused in her chewing motion, then chewed a few more times before swallowing the corn.

She raised her clear, bright eyes to look at the man's resolute expression.

Knowing she couldn't refuse, she ate the egg white from his hand.

Cheng Yu smiled with satisfaction.

He ate the other half of the egg, still with the yolk, that he was holding.

For some reason, she was much more obedient this time than before.

Is it possible...

Just as Cheng Yu was thinking this, a pleasant ringtone broke the silence of the room.

Meng Tingwan put down the corn in her hand, took out a tissue to wipe her hands, then picked up her phone from the small table and slid down the answer button.

"Qianbao".

She called out softly.

The next second, an anxious female voice came: "Wanwan, which ward are you in? I'm coming right now."

At the international airport, a tall, graceful woman was hurriedly pulling her suitcase toward the exit.

Meng Tingwan heard the announcement coming from the other end and knew that she had just gotten off the plane.

"I'm fine now, but is it really okay for you to leave your job and go back to China like this?"

"What time is it for you to worry about work? Work is nothing compared to you!" Tang Qian kept nagging. "I saw on Weibo yesterday that you had an accident. Do you know how much my heart almost stopped? How could I possibly be in the mood to work?"

She frowned, exited the terminal, and arrived just as she had hailed a ride-sharing car.

Tang Qian opened the car door and got in. Once she was seated, the driver immediately drove away.

“I’m already in the car. If you don’t tell me, I’ll ask the nurse when I get to the hospital.”

Knowing that she was worried about her, Meng Tingwan told her her room number.

She's already come all the way back from country A, so it's unrealistic to stop her from coming.

"Okay, I'll be there in about an hour and a half. I'll bring you some breakfast while I'm at it."

"No need, I've already eaten. You buy some for yourself." Meng Tingwan looked at the half-eaten corn on the table, having lost her appetite.

Tang Qian seemed to have thought of something, so she stopped talking.

Aside from Feng Zhuo, only Cheng Yu and Meng Tingwan knew about their marriage.

-

An hour and a half later, at the hospital entrance.

With the driver's help, Tang Qian took the suitcase down.

"Thank you, master."

The driver smiled and said, "You're welcome, young lady."

Tang Qian smiled and nodded, then pulled her suitcase to the hospital building where Meng Tingwan was staying.

Before she even stepped inside, her phone, which was tucked inside her clothes, rang.

Tang Qian stopped, pulling her suitcase, and took out her phone from her pocket. She saw the caller ID, and the flashing name on it made her heart ache slightly.

The ringing continued. Tang Qian took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"Hey."

"You're back."

What should have been a question turned into a statement of fact in the man's mouth.

Tang Qian gave a self-deprecating laugh, pulled her luggage, and continued walking towards the gate. "Mr. Duan, are you following me?"

"You're overthinking it. I don't have time to keep an eye on you."

The man's consistently cold tone made Tang Qian feel increasingly suffocated.

Two years! This person really hasn't changed at all!

Even if you were to warm a stone by now, you would have warmed it up by now.

But she couldn't warm this man's heart no matter how hard she tried.

Tang Qian looked up as the elevator numbers slowly descended, a hint of mist rising in her eyes. "That's true, President Duan is so busy with work, he really doesn't have time to care about his wife who's about to divorce him."

As soon as the word 'divorce' was uttered, there was a sudden silence on the other end.

A few seconds later, the man's voice seemed to soften a bit, but it was still stiff as he said, "Tang Qian, are you really sure about the divorce?"

Tang Qian was so angry at those words that she almost laughed.

She held the phone away, sniffed, and then asked him, "Duan Xiangheng, don't you think that's a really stupid question? Wouldn't our divorce be exactly what you wanted?"

Before getting married, she thought she could spend her whole life in this loveless marriage.

Maybe after having a child, Duan Xiangheng will gradually come to like her.

But the result is.

For the past two years, she has been living alone in her empty room, and Duan Xiangheng has not touched her at all.

He doesn't flirt, has no scandals, and no unrequited love.

It's just that she doesn't love herself.

Perhaps I was truly young back then, which is why I had such ridiculous ideas.

The divorce is a result of my careful consideration.

Tang Qian has limited patience; she's not going to put up with this anymore!

The man on the other end of the phone was taken aback by her question, his tone still carrying a hint of disbelief, "Are you really sure? Are you sure you've thought this through?"

Tang Qian stood in front of the elevator, silently closed her eyes, and gave a slight sneer. "Duan Xiangheng, I'll tell you one last time, I am now absolutely certain that this decision is the right one."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

The elevator arrived at the first floor at that moment. Tang Qian put her phone back and went inside with her suitcase.

Duan Xiangheng sat in his study, propping his forehead open with his fingers.

Thinking of Tang Qian's last words, I suddenly felt inexplicably sad.

Isn't divorce something I've been hoping for for the past two years?

But why, when the day actually arrived, did he not feel relieved?

"Ding ~"

A notification tone sounded through the phone screen.

Duan Xiangheng picked it up and looked at it.

It was a WeChat message from Tang Qian.

The message reads: "See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow at 2 PM."

Although he had been married to Tang Qian for two years and the two had not had much contact, he was still very clear about her way of doing things.

Once a decision is made, it will be resolved swiftly and decisively, without any procrastination.

Just like this divorce, it's only been three days since she brought it up, and if you include tomorrow, it's less than a week.

Duan Xiangheng stared at that sentence for a long, long time, lost in thought, until the screen went black.

-

In the ward, Cheng Yu had not yet left. When he saw Tang Qian push the door open and enter, he only glanced at her.

Meng Tingwan immediately noticed that her best friend was in a bad mood.

"Qianbao".

Tang Qian casually tossed her suitcase aside, then quickly walked to her bedside and immediately noticed the cast on Meng Tingwan's arm.

"Wanwan, I saw the statement your studio released saying your injury wasn't serious, but if it's not serious, why is it in a cast?"

It has to be said that her thought process is exactly the same as Cheng Yu's.

"Sister Fang insisted on getting the injection, so I couldn't do anything about it."

Meng Tingwan smiled helplessly and explained to her.