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

Meng Tingwan put down her phone, her expression returning to normal, but the light in her eyes grew even dimmer.

Cheng Yu couldn't help but reach out and gently pat her head, his voice exceptionally soft, "Nancy has already contacted Moore, do you want to give her a call and ask?"

"Really?" Meng Tingwan immediately perked up and picked up her phone again. "Is her brother alright?"

"It's nothing, she's perfectly fine." Cheng Yu saw her smiling as she called Nancy, so he quietly left the bedroom to get something to eat.

It was almost nine o'clock, and he didn't do much except cook a bowl of tomato soup noodles.

Just as he was about to take it upstairs, Feng Zhuo called him.

"Boss, our people have found traces of the explosion that caused your father and grandfather back then in Country A."

"Is the information accurate?" Cheng Yu squinted, his hand holding the plate trembling slightly.

Feng Zhuo knew how much harm this matter had caused his boss, so he confirmed it repeatedly before reporting, "Yes, it's true."

Cheng Yu remained silent for a long while.

Feng Zhuo thought he had hung up, so he picked up his phone to check again. It was still showing that he was on a call, so he tentatively asked, "Boss, are you still listening?"

"Okay." Cheng Yu had already put down his plate. "Have someone keep an eye on Second Uncle's side, and also on Cheng Yan."

"Okay, I understand." Feng Zhuo then asked, "So, what do you plan to do about the Wang family?"

Cheng Yu's dark eyes flickered, and he said cryptically, "Give them one last chance. If they still don't talk, they won't be able to stay in Yuezhou."

After hanging up the phone, he turned and looked towards the bedroom.

I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Country Y this time.

So, Cheng Yu opened his phone and sent a message to someone.

Mo'er, who was far away in Country Y, was already in a bad mood when he saw this message, and his anger flared up instantly.

"You want me to pretend to be a psychologist?"

Moore exclaimed in disbelief, then dialed the number on the other end.

No one answered.

"Damn! He really does treat me like a subordinate."

The subordinate standing nearby remained silent, pretending not to hear.

Mo'er was furious. He grabbed one of his men, pointed at himself, and questioned him, "Do I look a lot like a psychologist?"

The subordinate answered truthfully, "It doesn't seem like it."

What a joke, with that Duke's volatile temper.

Someone who would skin someone alive and tear them apart at the slightest disagreement, and yet acts like a psychologist?

Isn't that just treating human life like dirt?

Moore loosened his collar, stood there with his hands on his hips in deep thought for a moment, and then ordered, "Go find me a psychiatrist, the same height as me, with black hair, and who wears glasses like these."

His subordinate took his phone, glanced at it, and memorized the shape of the glasses.

"Yes."

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, he immediately went to find someone.

Mo'er pursed her lips, her amber eyes gazing into the distance.

Those people were so audacious as to kidnap Xixi in Yuezhou. It seems I've given the government too much face, making them unable to distinguish between the big and small kings.

If we let them be president, they can be president.

If we don't let them be in office, they'll have to step down!

Moore clenched his fists, his face filled with murderous intent.

-

the next day.

Because she had booked an afternoon flight, Meng Tingwan originally planned to go back to her apartment in Lanshan, but she was too lazy to move, so she asked An'an to pack her luggage.

He called Tang Qian again and asked her to pick him up at Jinghua Royal Garden in the afternoon.

On the other end of the phone, Tang Qian listened to her best friend's lazy and tired tone and couldn't help but tease, "Wanbao, how long can your little body last? I feel like you've been drained of all your energy."

Meng Tingwan didn't understand at first, but later she realized what she was talking about.

"I may be thin, but I have muscles. Three or four hours is fine for me. It's not as exaggerated as you say."

Three or four hours?!

Tang Qian clicked her tongue in amazement, her expression somewhat indescribable.

Actually, this was the first time the two of them had talked about this topic.

Even though I've been married for two years, I've never actually tried it. When I really crave it, I just look for it on a small website.

I originally thought that the movie was long enough.

She felt a backache after reading it.

That's been three or four hours! My back must be about to give up!

Meng Tingwan knew what she was imagining and said with a smile, "Qianqian, you should spend less time on websites."

"I don't want to either, but what can I do? I don't have a boyfriend, so I can only fill my stomach with short videos."

I am, after all, a normal 25-year-old woman with normal needs.

I only feel that itch for a few days each month, and then I lose that feeling.

"Okay, I'm not going to talk to you anymore. I have some things to arrange. I'll pick you up this afternoon, sweetie."

"Well, you go."

Cheng Yu walked over from the side after the two hung up the phone.

He bent down and placed the fruit on the table, then asked her, "Are you going to Y country on a business trip for a few days?"

"I don't know, it depends on the brand's arrangements," Meng Tingwan replied casually to Fang Jia as she texted him. "What's wrong?"

Cheng Yu coughed lightly, "It's nothing."

The two of them never had much in common.

Apart from those few things.

A while later, Feng Zhuo came to pick up Cheng Yu.

He nodded to Meng Tingwan and called her "Madam".

Meng Tingwan responded to him with a smile.

Wait until the two of them leave.

She sensed that Feng Zhuo seemed less talkative than usual today.

It seemed like something was making him very anxious.

However, without thinking it over, she turned around and sent a message to Nancy.

-

When Tang Qian arrived, Meng Tingwan had already changed her clothes and was waiting for her.

"Sister Yan, I'm leaving now. You can go stay with Nancy for the next few days. I've already told her. Diudiu is there too."

Sister Yan readily agreed, "Okay, I understand. Please take good care of yourself while you're out."

"Well, let's go."

Meng Tingwan, carrying her bag, got into the car with Tang Qian.

After she closed the car door, she realized that there was another person sitting in the passenger seat.

"Chen Musheng?"

"Good afternoon, Sister Wan." Chen Musheng grinned, revealing his neat white teeth.

Tang Qian rolled her eyes. "Sit still."

Chen Musheng shrugged, turned around, and obediently sat up straight.

Meng Tingwan smiled helplessly, "Does he have a job or...?"

"What kind of job is this?" Tang Qian said angrily. "It's all Ju Zi's fault for being so quick-tongued and telling him that I was going to Y country. As a result, this guy came to my house at noon to wait for me, and my mom even saw him."

Chen Musheng raised his eyebrows smugly, his smug expression making Tang Qian feel weak and breathless.

Meng Tingwan didn't say anything, but just looked at the two of them meaningfully.

Since I met Tang Qian, this is the first time someone has angered her to this extent, and instead of being beaten up and thrown out, they have been spoiled by her.

Perhaps, without realizing it, Tang Qian's treatment of Chen Musheng was the most special.

This special quality was something she herself was unaware of.