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

Feng Zhuo knew who it was without even having to guess.

Sure enough, when Cheng Yu answered the phone, a loud male voice came from the other end, his tone anything but polite: "Brother, give me my money back."

Cheng Yu sneered, "Why should I pay off your own debts?"

"Cheng Yu, I'm honoring you by calling you 'Big Brother,' don't be ungrateful!"

The man spoke angrily, clearly angered by what he had just said.

Cheng Yu remained calm and composed, retorting unhurriedly, "Cheng Yan, don't forget, you're the one asking me for a favor now. Is this how you ask someone for a favor?"

After he finished speaking, the person on the other end remained silent for a few seconds.

Just as Cheng Yu thought he was about to hang up, the man said again, "I have shares in Cheng's company and will receive dividends at the end of the year. It's worth several hundred million, I'm not begging you, I'm asking you for my salary in advance."

"Ha!" Cheng Yu laughed, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Only you would say something like asking for a salary when it comes to year-end bonuses. No wonder you lost twenty million US dollars. There's definitely a reason for that."

"you……"

The man on the other end was furious, and could barely speak. "Cheng Yu, I advise you not to talk back to me like that. Believe me, I'm going to my dad right now and have him fire you!"

"Do not believe."

Cheng Yu calmly uttered two words and then hung up the phone.

Young Master Cheng, who was sitting in the bar looking dashing, was speechless.

Cheng Yu dared to hang up on him!

Hang up on him!

Hang up the phone!!!

Young Master Cheng nearly choked on his breath, his face flushed red with anger, and his mouth opened and closed, but he didn't know what to say.

"Fake!"

After grimacing for a long time, he could only manage to utter this one sentence in English.

The people sitting next to him didn't dare to mess with this rich kid, for fear that he would ask them for money.

Twenty million US dollars, that's more than a hundred million!

They only have a few million in pocket money each month; they can't get that much money anywhere else.

Cheng Yan cursed Cheng Yu's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

He only realized at the very end that this was also his ancestor.

"Brother Yan, just give in, after all... this is no small amount of money."

One of the young masters who was on fairly good terms with Cheng Yan offered some advice.

As soon as he spoke, the others chimed in, "Yeah, Brother Yan, we can usually help out with small amounts of money, but this time it's just too much. We're willing but unable to help."

As the saying goes, "He who listens to advice will have a full stomach."

Of Cheng Yan's few strengths, this is her only one.

Listening to their words, Cheng Yan gradually calmed down, picked up her phone without saying anything, and called Cheng Yu again.

A mechanical female voice then came through: "Hello, the number you dialed is currently busy, please try again later..."

Cheng Yan scratched her hair in frustration, hung up the phone and called back, only to get the same answer as before.

He gradually became frantic, opened WeChat, found Cheng Yu's chat interface, and tried to make a voice call to him, but saw a message saying "The other party has not added you as a friend, so you cannot make a voice call."

Cheng Yan stared blankly at her phone, speechless.

He realized it in just one second.

Cheng Yu blocked himself!

Not only were their phone numbers blocked, but they were also blocked on WeChat.

"Hold!"

Cheng Yan completely lost his temper!

Seeing that the dinner table was in jeopardy, the person next to him quickly came over to comfort him.

"Brother Yan, calm down, calm down, don't get angry."

"Brother, think about the money, it's over a hundred million."

"If Uncle Cheng finds out, the consequences will be very serious."

The second master of the Cheng family is Cheng Yan's father. Although he doesn't usually care much about his son, he still owes so much money. If word gets out, he'll be laughed at by other prominent families.

Even though Cheng Yan's reputation wasn't very good to begin with:

He's a complete airhead, with an eccentric personality and a short temper—a typical spoiled brat.

But he was still the second young master of the Cheng family, and other families had to put on a smiling face when they saw him.

Cheng Yan, clutching her phone, was pressed down onto the booth by the crowd, and the pressure slowly subsided.

"Brother Yan, why don't you go to the company to look for it?"

"What did you say?"

Cheng Yan seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. "Me, go to the company?"

The man nodded blankly, "Brother, we need his help now, so we have to be humble."

Cheng Yan didn't speak, but his face was so dark it seemed to drip ink.

"Yes, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. We'll wait until he needs our help someday, then we'll..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone else understood.

But that day seems unlikely to ever come.

If there were, it would have to be in the next life.

Cheng Yan sat there pondering for a few minutes, then got up, picked up his coat, and went outside.

The person behind called out in confusion, "Brother Yan, where are we going?"

"company."

Cheng Yan left without looking back, leaving everyone in the private room to breathe a sigh of relief.

Good thing they're gone; they finally don't have to bleed anymore.

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Cheng Yu was unaware that Cheng Yan was already on her way to find him.

After signing a few documents, he picked up his phone and glanced at the screen.

There wasn't a single message.

Did she not even tell me when she was discharged from the hospital?

Cheng Yu was very depressed.

I swiped my finger across the screen and opened Weibo.

Unsurprisingly, the top trending topic was the news of Meng Tingwan's discharge from the hospital.

[I'm sorry everyone was worried about me, as I've been discharged safely from the hospital.]

The post was from her studio, and it included a picture of Meng Tingwan wearing a mask and hat, sitting in a wheelchair and waving to fans.

Cheng Yu looked at it for a long time, even going through the comments section.

Suddenly, another message popped up at the top of the screen; it was a Weibo post from Meng Tingwan.

He quickly clicked on the link and saw a selfie of hers with the caption: "I'm home! Don't worry, my little stars, I'll take good care of myself."

Cheng Yu zoomed in on the photo and looked at the background; it was indeed the Lanshan Apartment.

His gaze softened.

It seems they really didn't wander off.

Then, he opened the comments section and quickly tapped away on his phone.

[Evening Star Fan Club Leader: Waaaaaah~ My wife finally posted on Weibo! I was so scared!]

[Wanwan's Dream Girl: Captain! You're finally here!]

[Little Star No. 1: Team Leader, are you away on a business trip again? Wanwan has suffered so much injustice.]

[Evening Star Fan Club Leader: @LittleStarNo.1, I can't check my phone while on a business trip. I just got off the plane and saw my wife trending on social media. My heart stopped.]

As Cheng Yu looked at the replies, his expression was completely different from when he was in the meeting; his gentleness was almost palpable.

'Evening Stars' is the nickname of Meng Tingwan's fans.

He had to work very hard to earn the title of "leader of the support team".

Only under this identity could he openly call her his wife.

Meng Tingwan had long been used to it.

She was leaning back on the sofa, holding her phone and calling Tang Qian.

She propped her sprained foot up on a soft stool.