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

"What traces?"

Meng Tingwan looked completely bewildered.

Tang Qian sat down, wiping her hair with one hand, and pointed to her neck and collarbone, saying, "It's what the book calls ambiguous hickeys or something."

That's how it's written in all the books she reads.

Hearing this, Meng Tingwan rolled her eyes, sat up straight on the bed, naturally took the towel from her hand, and helped her dry her hair. "He doesn't like it."

Actually, I had never paid attention to this issue before, and it was only this year that I started to notice it.

On the contrary, Cheng Yu's body was covered with his own teeth marks and fingerprints.

But that's not really a problem; she can only blame it on him not liking her.

Anyway, since he's an artist and has to wear formal attire to appear in public from time to time, it's fine if he doesn't leave any marks.

Tang Qian had previously suspected Cheng Yu's feelings for Meng Tingwan, and now she made an even bolder guess: "What do you mean he doesn't like you? I may not have eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run. He must know that you often film and attend events, so he deliberately doesn't do it."

Meng Tingwan raised an eyebrow, thinking that there seemed to be some truth to it. "That should be true."

"I didn't expect Cheng Yu to be so considerate." Tang Qian wasn't trying to say nice things on purpose, but rather offering a very objective evaluation.

Meng Tingwan does not deny this point.

Cheng Yu was very devoted to her.

She's not made of stone; she can sense it.

"It's alright." Meng Tingwan didn't dare to continue the conversation with her, so she changed the subject. "Don't just talk about me, I've noticed that you treat your young master quite differently too."

"Ok?"

Tang Qian turned to look at her, pointed to herself, and said incredulously, "My feelings for Chen Musheng? Are different?"

"uh-huh."

Meng Tingwan nodded and placed the towel aside. "Didn't you notice?"

Tang Qian's expression was priceless. "No, he's my artist. How could I treat him differently?"

The saying "the onlooker sees more of the game than the player" is very true.

“You spoil him too much. Other agents don’t treat their artists like this.”

"When have I spoiled her? Fang Jia treats you the same way. She lets you do whatever you want, and she won't force you to do things you don't want to do. She never interferes in your private affairs," Tang Qian argued with her.

Meng Tingwan smiled and said, "That's because I'm a member of the Meng family and have the title of Best Actress in the entertainment industry, while he's just a new generation actor with no background."

This was by no means a derogatory remark, but rather meant to make Tang Qian see more clearly that there was no necessary connection between the two.

Tang Qian fell into deep thought because of these words.

Is it different?

Why didn't she feel anything?

Before she could react, Meng Tingwan said bluntly, "I think he likes you, the kind of liking between a man and a woman."

"Huh??" Tang Qian's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Wanwan, are you kidding me? He's just a little kid who likes me? I'm five years older than him!"

"So what if you're five? Age isn't a problem."

These days, relationships between older women and younger men are not uncommon, and there are even twilight romances.

Meng Tingwan, being in the entertainment industry, a veritable melting pot, knows quite a few juicy stories.

Tang Qian was well-informed; the two had even chatted before.

The problem is, she doesn't like relationships where the woman is older than the man.

She is the same age as Duan Xiangheng.

"If you don't believe me, you can try it out." Meng Tingwan got up and went into the bathroom, taking out a hairdryer. "Come and dry your hair."

Tang Qian obediently went over, not believing the explanation in her heart.

She admitted to spoiling Chen Musheng, but this was absolutely impossible!

"I won't ask about something that's just a rumor."

Meng Tingwan didn't say anything, and used a hairdryer to dry her hair.

It's not that she doesn't want to ask, it's that she doesn't dare to ask.

What I fear most is receiving a definitive answer.

In reality, no one can quickly detach themselves from a relationship; they are still the one who invested the most in it.

Even though Tang Qian still looks like that carefree girl on the outside, deep down she has long since sealed off her emotions.

After drying her hair, Meng Tingwan led her to the large bed.

"Go to sleep, I have to work tomorrow."

Tang Qian was also extremely sleepy, so she yawned, lifted the covers, and crawled inside.

After a while, she fell asleep.

Meng Tingwan looked at her profile, her eyes welling up with tears.

Aren't I the same?

But that time is indeed getting closer and closer...

-

The next day.

Meng Tingwan left early in the morning to coordinate the process with the brand and confirm the clothing and timing.

When Tang Qian woke up, she saw a note.

After she finished washing up, she ordered the hotel breakfast.

After finishing his meal, Chen Musheng stood outside the door and knocked.

Tang Qian went over and opened the door, but the moment she saw his face, she suddenly remembered what Meng Tingwan had said last night, and immediately closed the door again.

Chen Musheng had just put on a smile and was about to speak when the words caught in his throat.

what's the situation? ? ?

Was I scary today?

He glanced down at his outfit again.

There's nothing wrong with it.

While Chen Musheng was still outside trying to come up with a reason, Tang Qian inside had already mentally prepared herself.

What bad intentions could a twenty-year-old kid possibly have?

I'm under the legal marriage age, so even if I wanted to do something, I couldn't.

"Pah, pah, pah!" Tang Qian slapped her forehead speechlessly, trying to banish the thoughts from her mind.

Why get married?

Tang Qian took a few deep breaths, cleared her throat, and then reopened the door. "Good morning, young master."

Chen Musheng: ...

What's wrong with his agent?

So he reached out and touched Tang Qian's forehead.

I don't have a fever either.

Tang Qian took a half step back because of this action, and asked warily, "What are you doing?"

Chen Musheng was amused by the expression on her face. "You look a bit off. I thought you were delirious from the fever."

"What's wrong with me? You're so disrespectful." Tang Qian said as she turned and went back into the house.

Chen Musheng snorted, ignoring her words, and asked to himself, "What are the plans for today?"

Tang Qian returned to the dining table and sat down, drinking her unfinished coffee. "You're asking me?"

"Yes." Chen Musheng stood across the table with one hand in his pocket.

"Nothing planned. I'm going to have lunch with Wanwan later. You can go have fun by yourself, just don't let anyone recognize you." Tang Qian waved to him, indicating that he could leave.

Chen Musheng wasn't about to leave so easily. He pulled out a chair, sat down, rested his chin on his hand, and looked very obedient. "Then I'll go with you."

Tang Qian: "...Why are you following me? Didn't you come here on your own?"

“But you said I’m a child. Of course, a child should stay with an adult. Otherwise, who will you cry to if you get lost?” Chen Musheng said matter-of-factly, with a very innocent expression.

Tang Qian was speechless, and for a moment she didn't know what to say in rebuttal.

What she didn't expect was...

One day, you'll end up shooting yourself in the foot.

Chen Musheng observed her expression, a slight smile curving his lips, indicating he was in a very good mood.

Actually, his manager is very simple-minded; he just looks fierce on the surface.