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

Country A.

Cheng Yu and Feng Zhuo got off the plane, and someone came to pick them up.

After the two got into the car, the person who came to pick them up respectfully said to Cheng Yu, "Young Master, welcome back to the country."

Cheng Yu nodded and said, "Don't let anyone know that I'm here."

"Don't worry, apart from me, none of the rest of the family knows."

The person who came to pick up Cheng Yu was Doang, the grandson of Leiner, the butler who served Old Master Cheng.

"The hotel has been arranged, it's absolutely safe, you can rest assured."

"Ah."

Cheng Yu didn't say much, his gaze fixed on the scenery outside the window.

This was the first time I had ever set foot on the territory of Country A since that incident.

It's the same place as it was more than a decade ago, yet it feels different.

Duo Ang and Feng Zhuo exchanged a glance, and they understood each other perfectly.

Grandpa Cheng is of Chinese descent from Country A. He grew up here, and the Cheng family holds a very important position here.

Many members of the collateral branches are members of parliament and play a decisive role in some decisions.

But the one with the most power is still Old Master Cheng.

Later, when he went to Yuezhou to develop the market, he met Madam Cheng, and the two fell in love, which even caused a sensation in the entire Yuezhou.

However, Madam Cheng's family did not want her to marry far away, so when Grandpa Cheng found out, he moved here without saying a word.

He even changed his nationality back.

Although he is not in Country A, he still controls all matters, big and small, within the family.

I go back every month.

In Yuezhou, the Cheng Group was also established, and it was managed by the eldest son, who was Cheng Yu's father.

However, this seemingly perfect and smooth-sailing situation was shattered by a sudden turn of events.

Cheng Yu stood in front of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, his posture upright and his demeanor exceptionally noble.

But Feng Zhuo knew that at this moment, his heart was not at peace.

This figure is filled with sorrow and loneliness.

Like the Dead Sea, it is calm and still, utterly desolate.

Feng Zhuo had thought countless times that if his wife really left, his boss would not hesitate to commit suicide for her.

Because in this world, she is the only one he can rely on.

The two of them are truly redeeming each other.

Duo Ang was about to call Cheng Yu for dinner, but Feng Zhuo stopped him and whispered, "Don't go. Today is the anniversary of the death of Mr. Cheng and Mr. Cheng. He doesn't eat."

Doang remembered this, so he nodded, and the two went out together.

Cheng Yu stood by the floor-to-ceiling window for an unknown amount of time, his eyes unfocused, as if lost in some kind of memory.

He was twelve years old when he first came here.

She came with her grandfather and father.

The weather was so nice that day that he thought his grandfather and father would finish their business and set off for home that afternoon.

But on that very day, just before his father got into the car, he said to him in a loving and gentle tone, "Xiao Yu, stay here and behave yourself. Grandpa and I will be back soon."

"Well, be careful on the road."

"it is good."

Grandpa looked at him and then gave instructions to the butler behind him.

After the two got into the car, he smiled and waved goodbye to his father and grandfather.

However, at the age of twelve, he had no idea that what happened next would become his nightmare for the next ten years.

Before the car had even left the manor, there was a loud "boom."

The car carrying Mr. Cheng and Mr. Cheng was burned to ashes in the massive explosion.

The force of the explosion even affected the nearby servants and Cheng Yu.

Before Cheng Yu could even lower his hand, he was knocked to the ground by the blast wave.

He got up from the ground, staring blankly at the scene before him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Cheng Yu suddenly went berserk and sprinted toward the direction of the explosion. Tears blurred his vision as he cried out, "Grandpa, Dad!"

It was the butler, Rainer, who reacted quickly and caught up with Cheng Yu, who was almost at the car, and held the twelve-year-old boy tightly.

"Let me go! Let me go, ahhhhh..."

He struggled in Rainer's arms, reaching his arms toward the car, screaming desperately, "Grandpa, Dad, Grandpa, Dad..."

Cheng Yu still can't believe that his grandfather and father really died in that explosion.

That happened so suddenly, so strangely, so absurdly.

He later fainted due to exhaustion and excessive grief.

When I woke up again, I received another piece of bad news.

The plane carrying his mother, bound for country A, suddenly lost signal and suffered engine failure while flying over an area of ​​sea, resulting in an unexpected crash.

The entire crew, including all 132 passengers on board, died.

Because the sea area where the plane crashed was very dangerous, the rescue team's salvage operation was not successful, and it could be said that they found nothing.

For three consecutive days, Cheng Yu first witnessed his grandfather and father perish in the explosion, and then woke up to learn that his mother had died in the plane crash. He completely broke down!

Without a moment's hesitation, he slashed his wrist with a knife, then burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face, his expression momentarily manic.

If the butler hadn't discovered it in time, Cheng Yu would have died that day.

He was saved with great difficulty, but his hair turned completely white overnight.

He was just a twelve-year-old child, but at that time he was no different from an old man.

The only difference is his height and his still-childish face.

……

Cheng Yu didn't want to recall what happened after that.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, took out his phone to send a message to Meng Tingwan, but saw that her Weibo had been updated.

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The accompanying photos are of her wearing a mask at the airport, and the last photo is a selfie she took at the hotel.

The comments section below already contains many messages from brands and fans.

Cheng Yu also typed a message: Wife, you've had a hard journey. I hope your work goes well. I love you.

Soon, his comment received numerous replies and likes from fans.

Cheng Yu didn't reply, but his gaze lingered on the person in the picture.

After saving it, he used his left fingerprint to unlock another program interface and replaced it with the new one.

Meng Tingwan was his last remaining attachment in this world; he dared not let go, nor could he let go.

Call him domineering or selfish, it doesn't matter.

So what? He wanted to take a gamble, betting that he would win!

Meanwhile, Meng Tingwan, after washing up in the hotel and lying on the bed, looked at the Weibo comments and picked up a few replies.

When she saw the comment from that fan with the good head, she noticed that the IP address was from country A.

I knew this fan was busy, but I didn't expect it to actually be.

Since they commented on their own posts, they must have seen the private messages.

Does not reply mean they're unwilling?

Meng Tingwan muttered to herself.

Just as I was about to send him another message, Tang Qian came over from the side, drying her hair.

The two slept together today. The room wasn't cold, and Meng Tingwan was only wearing a silk slip dress. Her position on the bed revealed her smooth, snow-white back, which made people want to kiss her.

Tang Qian thought the same thing, but before she could put it into practice, Meng Tingwan discovered it.

"What do you want to do?"

She turned around, threw her phone away, and supported her head with her hand.

Now, the scenery in front of them was fully revealed.

Tang Qian pouted, about to call her stingy, when she noticed something else strange.

He exclaimed in utter surprise, "Wanbao, you don't have a single mark on your body!"