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

Arashiyama Apartments.

Meng Tingwan took a quick shower and came out of the bathroom, the bandage on her foot gone.

Because of the bath, her whole body was steaming, and her skin was even whiter and brighter, with a pinkish tinge.

She walked barefoot on the ground, her gait no different from that of a normal person, as if her feet had never been injured.

Just then, the phone that was charging on the table suddenly rang.

Meng Tingwan, wrapped in a bath towel, went to look and saw it was Tang Qian's voice call.

"Qianbao, you've arrived?"

"Yeah, just landed." Tang Qian's voice still sounded a little sleepy. "Did you see the trending topics?"

Meng Tingwan walked into the walk-in closet with her phone in hand, selecting clothes as she answered, "I haven't had time yet. Did you send out the news of your divorce?"

Tang Qian's drowsiness dissipated considerably upon hearing these words, and she said with a hint of pride, "It's all thanks to my Wanwan, she guessed right on the first try."

Meng Tingwan had just found a long black trench coat and smiled with satisfaction.

"Because that's more like your style of doing things."

“Absolutely. I, Tang Qian, have always been able to take things in stride. Duan Xiangheng probably thought I didn’t have time to deal with these things, and he certainly didn’t expect me to release the news so quickly. So those contracts he got by relying on our family are bound to fall through.”

Tang Qian sat in the car, gazing absently at the buildings outside the window, her expression blank.

Just because she doesn't work at the company doesn't mean she knows nothing about anything.

She remembered exactly which companies the Duan family had business dealings with over the years.

As the only eldest daughter of the Tang family, how could she possibly be just a love-struck fool who would do anything for love?

Upon hearing this, Meng Tingwan chuckled, "If you say that, Duan Xiangheng will probably contact you very soon."

"Why?" Tang Qian didn't understand.

He can't very well ask himself to get those companies to cooperate with him again.

Meng Tingwan had already changed her clothes while she was talking to her.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at herself. Hearing Tang Qian's words, a strange smile appeared on her face. "He looks glamorous, but he's just a pawn of the Duan family. He'll definitely come begging to you tomorrow morning."

Tang Qian fell silent.

To be honest, she only liked Duan Xiangheng as a person and didn't know much about his family.

Only the number of people in their family and their names are needed.

As for the Duan family's old house, they only went back once during the Chinese New Year in the past two years.

Meng Tingwan's words were definitely not unfounded, so why not wait and see!

"Okay, then I'll wait for him to come begging to me."

Tang Qian felt a faint sense of anticipation.

The thought of Duan Xiangheng begging her was thrilling.

In the past two years, he has never asked me for anything!

The two exchanged a few more words, and Tang Qian arrived at the filming location.

"Wanwan, you should get some rest and take care of your injuries. I have to go check on our young master."

Meng Tingwan had just finished getting ready to leave. "Okay, you just got off the plane, go and get some sleep too."

"Mmm, I love you."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Tingwan put her phone in her bag and then went downstairs in her high heels.

My sprained ankle still hurts a bit, but it's not as painful as when I died in my previous life.

She was wearing a long trench coat over a black lace-trimmed slip dress that reached just to mid-thigh.

Her long, slender legs were clad in matching stockings, the thin straps peeking out from under her open trench coat.

The clattering of high heels echoed in the unlit room, like a signal from a ghost seeking revenge.

Meng Tingwan opened the door, and a man was standing outside.

When the man saw her come out, he handed her what he was holding, keeping his head down and not daring to look at her.

"Miss, here is what you requested."

Meng Tingwan took it and left without even looking at it.

The man only looked up after hearing the car drive away, a hint of worry in his eyes.

It looks like it's going to rain soon.

Even at 9 p.m., the city was still brightly lit, with illuminated signs on skyscrapers everywhere.

The ads playing above are advertisements for different brands, but the only thing they have in common is that the main character in the ads is the woman driving on the overpass right now.

Meng Tingwan stared ahead, a chill slowly gathering in her eyes, gradually turning into madness.

The flickering lights on either side illuminated her face, making the beauty mark at the corner of her eye appear even more alluring. Her exquisitely beautiful face was filled with a chilling smile.

She floored the accelerator, her hands bulging with veins on the back of her hands as she rested them on the steering wheel, her fingertips turning white.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the distant sky, tearing a hole in the otherwise pitch-black night.

As reported in the Guangdong news this evening, it will rain tonight.

*

Jinghua Royal Garden.

Cheng Yu was sitting in his study, attending an international conference.

Hearing the muffled thunder outside the window, he looked up from the screen, his dark eyes growing even more intense.

"Excuse me, the meeting will be paused for ten minutes. I need to take care of something."

The foreigners over there nodded in agreement.

Cheng Yu picked up his phone and walked to the window, standing tall and slender.

The black shirt blended almost seamlessly into the night.

The call was answered quickly, and Feng Zhuo's voice came through the receiver, "Boss, Madam has gone out and gone to Taihe City."

Taihe City, the affluent area in the west.

The place where Feng Qi lived.

Cheng Yu's hand tightened unconsciously around the phone, his voice low and deep, "Okay, I understand. Keep an eye on her."

"Yes, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yu turned it off.

After pondering for half a minute, he turned on the screen with his left hand.

Find a number in your contacts and send it a message.

*

Taihe City.

Feng Qi finished work early today. He had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom, still holding a towel to dry his hair.

He looked at the curtain fluttering in the wind, then walked over to close the glass door.

The living room on the first floor has three large glass walls.

Two floor-to-ceiling windows and a glass sliding door.

Feng Qi shuffled to the door in his slippers. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, his eyes inadvertently glanced outside.

Just then, a bolt of lightning struck, and he suddenly saw a pale face appear in the green belt not far away.

Feng Qi instantly forgot to breathe, his heartbeat seemed to stop, and his mind went completely blank.

ghost? !

Not only that, but that face, appearing and disappearing in the darkness, suddenly smiled at him.

"crash"

Feng Qi didn't want to think about it anymore, so he immediately closed the glass door, locked it from the inside, and pulled the curtain closed as well.

"Meng Tingwan isn't dead, is she? Am I seeing things?"

He was still in shock, muttering something to himself, and a thin layer of sweat rose on his back, which he had just taken a shower.

Feng Qi leaned against the door, taking deep breaths repeatedly, his eyes filled with obvious panic.

Before he could recover, the doorbell rang again.

"who!"

he yelled.

After yelling, he realized he couldn't be heard standing there, so he picked up a baseball bat from the side and slowly walked over in a defensive stance.

"Who is it?" Feng Qi leaned against the door, frowning as he asked again.

His assistant and agent left after bringing him back. They would have informed him in advance if they were coming here, so it couldn't have been them.

Who could be looking for me in the middle of the night?

Whether the person outside didn't hear it or was deliberately silent, the doorbell kept ringing.

Feng Qi gripped the baseball bat tightly, licked his lips, and threatened, "If you don't speak, I'll call the police."

That sentence must have worked; the doorbell stopped ringing.

A few seconds later, Feng Qi heard a woman's voice.

"It's me, Meng Tingwan."