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

From the time Meng Tingwan was injured until she was discharged from the hospital, the story was on Weibo for three whole days before the hype began to die down.

But to say it's low, it's not that low.

After all, any title that includes Meng Tingwan's name will get hundreds of millions of clicks and views.

Looking at the entire entertainment industry now, no one has higher commercial value or greater online traffic than her.

It can be said that Meng Tingwan is a true top-tier influencer!

Inside the hospital.

An An was busy packing her things, while her agent, Fang Jia, was making a phone call to the driver.

Tang Qian had to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau in the afternoon, so she left after lunch.

"Sister Fang, have you completed the discharge procedures?" Meng Tingwan asked while sitting on the sofa next to her, replying to messages.

Fang Jia hung up the phone and turned around, looking at the bandage wrapped around her foot. She still didn't quite agree with her being discharged. "Wanwan, why don't you stay in the hospital for a couple more days? Anyway, I've already told Director Du that you can go when you're fully recovered. There's no need to rush."

She's only been in the hospital for three days since she was injured; that's incredibly fast!

Fortunately, the injury wasn't serious, so it was a close call.

Similar incidents have occurred before, but that artist suffered a broken lumbar spine, a fractured arm, and had steel nails inserted. After recovering, they could only change their gender.

So Meng Tingwan was truly fortunate amidst misfortune this time.

"No need, my leg is still a little inconvenient, but everything else is fine." Meng Tingwan said, raising her arm with the cast off to show her.

Fang Jia sighed, "Wanwan, you really don't need to push yourself too hard."

Meng Tingwan hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

I know Fang Jia is just feeling sorry for me.

But she really didn't like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

Although the smell was almost imperceptible in the VIP ward, she was psychologically repulsed by it.

Perhaps it's because I spent too much time in the hospital morgue in my previous life.

And most importantly, she didn't have much time left, and she couldn't waste any more time in the hospital!

"Sister Fang, I really don't want to stay here anymore. I can recover at home just as well. Please let me be discharged, okay?"

Meng Tingwan's face truly lives up to her reputation as "Nuwa's beloved daughter"—she can be sweet or sassy, ​​cute or commanding.

Especially when those eyes look at you, they are full of charm, shimmering with moisture, making your bones melt.

No matter what she asks for, you have no choice but to agree.

For example, Fang Jia compromised now, saying, "Okay."

What he couldn't stand the most was Meng Tingwan's coquettishness, and this little girl just knew exactly what that was, which was why she dared to be so unrestrained.

Then, she looked at An'an and said, "Pack your things and go downstairs. I'll have the driver wait there."

An'an nodded, "Okay."

Fang Jia went out to handle some formalities and also asked the nurse to bring a wheelchair.

The moment Meng Tingwan saw the wheelchair, the corner of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

She looked at An'an, then at the nurse, "Was I allowed to sit here?"

The nurse was also a fan of hers, and even when she was completely captivated by her idol, she didn't forget to answer, "Yes."

An'an stepped forward to help her, "Sister, your legs aren't very strong, sit down and I'll push you so you can walk faster."

Meng Tingwan licked her lips, truly speechless.

It's quite bizarre that I had to use a wheelchair for the first time in my life because of a sprained ankle.

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Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the Cheng Group's conference room was eerily tense.

The executives sat on either side of the table with their heads bowed and no one dared to speak.

This young master of the Cheng family is not someone to be trifled with.

Cold-hearted and ruthless, with a deep and calculating mind, those who have dealt with him all say he is a classic smiling tiger.

And for the company's senior executives, the Monday meeting is what they fear most.

From 9 a.m. to 3 p.m., you absolutely cannot get through it without a few quick-acting heart pills.

"Liang Mu, is this the plan you submitted?"

Cheng Yu looked up from the documents, his dark eyes fixed on the middle-aged man third from his right.

His voice was unusually calm, without any emotional fluctuation.

Nevertheless, Liang Mu swallowed hard and pushed up his glasses.

"Mr. Cheng, is there a problem?"

Cheng Yu glanced at him with a cold gaze and said slowly, "If we want to proceed according to what you wrote here, we can withdraw from the bidding."

Withdraw...withdraw from the bidding?

Liang Mu was shocked and too frightened to speak.

I wish I could bury my head under the table.

If there were a crack in the ground right now, he could crawl into it.

The other executives held their breath, trying to minimize their presence.

Just a few days ago, they heard that President Cheng was going on a business trip and wouldn't be at the company for a week, which made them very happy.

As a result, the planned itinerary was suddenly changed.

The executives were complaining bitterly.

They finally felt alive again after the meeting ended.

On the way back to the office, Feng Zhuo followed behind him, reporting on Meng Tingwan's situation.

"Boss, we got word from the hospital that your wife has been discharged."

Cheng Yu didn't stop walking; he pushed open the office door and went straight in.

After sitting down, he looked up and asked, "Are you home?"

This 'home' refers to their marital home in Jinghua Royal Garden, where they obtained their marriage certificate.

"No," Feng Zhuo shook his head. "I went back to Lanshan Apartment."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yu rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

Why is this woman running off to that place instead of going home to recover from her injuries?

"Have someone keep an eye on her, and unless absolutely necessary, don't let her know."

Feng Zhuo was well aware of this, after all, he had been doing this kind of thing for quite some time.

Cheng Yu trusted him completely, so he didn't say anything more.

But seeing that he showed no sign of leaving, she asked in surprise, "Is there anything else?"

Feng Zhuo looked troubled, but still nodded. "There's something I need to do."

"explain."

"The second young master has returned to the country."

"Cheng Yan?" Cheng Yu was surprised, and the next moment, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Why did he come back when he was doing fine abroad?"

Feng Zhuo clearly knew the inside story, and his face looked very unnatural.

Cheng Yu was already annoyed by Meng Tingwan's failure to come home, and seeing him stammering and not speaking, he lost even more patience. "Speak!"

My eyelids twitched at the mention of Feng Zhuoyin.

He took a deep breath before stammering, "The second young master was doing well in France, but one night he suddenly went to Las Vegas and spent three days and three nights in the casino. Who knew he would owe so much money and be unable to pay it back, so he came back."

"Can't you pay back the money you owe?" Cheng Yu's deep eyes questioned.

Obviously, they didn't expect it to be for this reason.

Knowing that this younger brother is unreliable, he still manages to surprise me every time.

"How much is owed?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhuo's expression froze slightly, making it even more difficult for him to speak.

I was utterly shocked when I first learned that number.

But his boss's gaze was too intimidating, so he had no choice but to silently hold up two fingers and whisper, "Twenty million... US dollars!"

Even though he was mentally prepared, Cheng Yu's temples still throbbed when he heard those words.

He remained calm, seemingly not too surprised by the result.

Cheng Yan knew his true character all too well.

If he owed less money, he wouldn't be the second young master of the Cheng family.

"What an idiot!"

Cheng Yu loosened his tie and muttered a curse in annoyance.

It's one thing to understand, but it's another to scold him.

If you can't even understand gambling, are you saying your head is just for show?!

Feng Zhuo stood opposite him, not daring to utter a sound.

For fear of harming the fish in the pond.

Just then, Cheng Yu's phone on the table lit up, displaying a name.