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

Tang Qian really didn't want to say another word to him, so she changed her clothes and went out.

Chen Musheng isn't that well-known, and he's never endorsed any brands from country Y, so he simply doesn't wear a mask.

The Tang family has a branch in Y country. The person in charge knew that the young lady was coming and had already prepared a car and driver for her.

Upon seeing Tang Qian emerge from the hotel, he immediately greeted her with a beaming smile, "Miss, I've arranged a local driver for you. Just tell him where you want to go."

Tang Qian glanced at the driver and said to the person in charge, "No need, someone else is driving, let him go back."

The person in charge said, "This... Chairman Tang specifically called to say that your safety must be guaranteed."

The situation in Country Y is quite unstable lately. If something really happens, I won't be able to continue working.

"Don't worry, my bodyguard can guarantee my safety." Tang Qian patted Chen Musheng's sturdy back.

The latter immediately nodded slightly, "Yes, I am fully responsible for the young lady's safety."

The person in charge was somewhat skeptical.

This one looks quite young, and not very sturdy either.

"Okay, I have something to do. Give him the car keys, we're leaving."

Tang Qian opened the back door and got in first.

The person in charge had no choice but to comply.

In the car, Chen Musheng followed the navigation, glancing at the rearview mirror from time to time.

"Mr. Tang, would you like to sit in the front?"

"What?"

"I'm your artist, after all. You really want me to drive for you?"

"Not today. Today you're my bodyguard, so it's only right that you drive and I sit in the back." Tang Qian took out her phone and searched for highly-rated restaurants nearby, thinking about where to eat later.

He didn't even lift his head.

Naturally, he didn't see Chen Musheng's resentful gaze.

Well, he'd better just drive obediently, lest he get annoyed with his talkativeness and get thrown out later.

Chen Musheng comforted himself in his heart.

-

Meng Tingwan's group started filming in the afternoon. After Tang Qian and the others arrived, they went to eat nearby together.

The three chatted idly at the dining table.

"Wanwan, what time will you finish filming? I saw a new bar that just opened nearby, it looks nice. They have events and performances tonight, want to check it out?"

Tang Qian ate while looking at her phone and handed over the pictures she had found.

Meng Tingwan took it and looked at it; it was indeed very good. It was just a pity that she had things to do after filming that afternoon.

"No, I have to go somewhere else."

Tang Qian was taken aback for a moment, then it dawned on her, "You're going to find him?"

"Yes, it's been a long time. I should go see them."

Meng Tingwan looked at her phone; the person's chat window remained unanswered.

“Alright, after all, he’s your therapist and the person who’s been with you the longest abroad.” Tang Qian understood. “Do you want me to come with you? If we don’t go up, I’ll just wait for you down here.”

"No need. You should relax since you're here. Why are you following me? Cen Yi is here too."

Meng Tingwan served her a bowl of mushroom soup.

Tang Qian loves to drink it the most.

But she didn't like it; she didn't like mushrooms.

"But I don't want to go anywhere without you." Tang Qian took the soup and pouted.

Meng Tingwan patted her head and said to Chen Musheng, "Young Master, take good care of your manager."

"Yes, I promise to complete the mission."

Chen Musheng wore a serious smile and put down his fork.

Tang Qian turned her head and glared at him.

Chen Musheng immediately stopped smiling and lowered his head to eat.

"Go ahead, I'll be staying here for a few more days anyway. You go scout the location tonight, and I'll go with you tomorrow night."

Tang Qian agreed.

"Okay, let me know when you go back."

"Ah."

After the meal, the two parted ways.

Tang Qian had just picked out a hair color and was planning to get it done before going to the bar.

Anyway, there's still plenty of time.

Chen Musheng originally wanted to dye his hair, but Tang Qian immediately dismissed the idea with one sentence: "You're an actor, you can't just dye your hair whenever you want. If you take on a role, you'll have to dye it back."

Ok.

In the end, he obediently sat in the shop and waited for Tang Qian to dye his hair.

-

Meng Tingwan's afternoon of filming went very smoothly.

She is a highly efficient person who doesn't like to procrastinate, so she works very well with her staff.

Fang Jia and An An watched from the sidelines, communicating with the brand and the magazine at any time.

By the time I finished all my work, it was already 7 p.m.

After the stylist removed her makeup and styling, Meng Tingwan changed back into her own clothes.

We changed outfits seven or eight times for this shoot, not to mention the poses and specific expressions.

Meng Tingwan rubbed her cheeks and turned her neck.

An'an and Fang Jia greeted her with expressions of concern.

"Are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to call a massage parlor for you?" Fang Jia, unaware of her next plan, took out her phone to make the call.

Meng Tingwan quickly stopped her, giving a slightly tired smile, "It's just that my neck hurts, don't call anymore, I still have to go somewhere."

"Where are you going so late? If not, go tomorrow."

Fang Jia was worried that her body couldn't take it, after all, she had just experienced the accident of falling from the wire.

Furthermore, the brand also said that it's not very safe in Country Y at night these days, and people should be careful.

"I'm going to find a friend. You can take me there and wait for me. I'll just say a few words and then leave."

Fang Jia knew she couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she nodded in agreement, "Okay, let's get in the car."

In the car, Meng Tingwan saw that the person finally replied, saying that he was too busy today and hadn't had time to check his phone.

After typing this message, Cheng Yu, who was far away in Country A, called Moore.

Ask him if he has finished taking care of things.

Moore was video calling Nancy when the call was suddenly cut off. He was in a bad mood. "I already sent people over. Everything is guaranteed to be airtight. Don't delay my business."

Cheng Yu was speechless.

However, I still have faith in his work.

We haven't seen each other for so many years, even if something has changed, you probably wouldn't notice.

I can't get through this myself right now, so I can only hope that Moore is really reliable.

At this moment, Feng Zhuo knocked on the door and came in, saying to him, "Boss, we've brought that person over."

"Let him in."

Immediately afterwards, Duoang brought the person over.

The man was covered in blood from the beating, except for his clean face; he appeared to be in his fifties.

"Who are you people? Why are you kidnapping me?"

Feng Zhuo stepped forward and stomped on his wound.

The man winced in pain, his eyes filled with fear.

"Fifteen years ago, you were the Cheng family's driver, weren't you?"

Feng Zhuo questioned, his voice sharp.

The man, panting and his lips trembling, nodded. "Yes, I was the Cheng family's driver, but I quit a long time ago."

Feng Zhuo turned to look at Cheng Yu.

Cheng Yu's long legs were crossed, his body leaning back, his posture exuding an innate nobility.

His eyes were lowered, and his fingers were clasped together, so no one could see his expression.

He kept turning the silver ring on his index finger.

"Fifteen years ago, after that explosion, you resigned. Why?"

"What do you mean, why?" The man seemed to remember something, his eyes darting around. "If you don't want to work here anymore, just quit."

Cheng Yu smiled and looked up at him. His dark eyes were like unfathomable pools, making people feel intimidated.

"you are lying."

"I didn't," the man denied quickly.

"Why are you in such a hurry if you don't have it?"

Feng Zhuo stomped on him even harder.

The man continued to argue, "I... wasn't in a hurry."

Duoang, unable to bear it any longer, pulled out a knife from behind his back and said viciously, "Why waste words with this kind of person? If he doesn't want to talk, then I'll cut off his tongue so he'll never have to speak again."