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

Meng Tingwan did not faint. Instead, she leaned her head against the car body and opened her bag with one hand to take out a tissue.

At this moment, she felt weak all over, dizzy, and her vision was blurry.

Her eyelids felt like they could close at any moment, and her breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, so she opened her lips slightly in discomfort, which made her feel a little better.

Blood continued to flow from his nose, staining a large area of ​​his clothes red, and a few drops fell to the ground.

Am I going to die?

This feeling is very similar to the feeling I had before I died in my previous life.

She could feel her life slipping away, slowly, yet quickly.

It is said that before a person dies, their brain will replay scenes from their previous life like a revolving lantern.

Meng Tingwan seemed to see the scenes of her being with Cheng Yu these past few days.

I am very happy and blessed.

Just like a movie, it plays back in my mind over and over again.

Before she knew it, tears welled up in her eyes again, streaming down her cheeks and down her neck.

-

Cheng Yu finally ended the meeting, and the other executives left one after another after he left the conference room.

Feng Zhuo was behind him, telling his secretary about the contents of the meeting and asking them to transcribe it.

Just as Cheng Yu was about to reach the office door, he quickly followed.

Cheng Yu unlocked the door with his fingerprint and pushed it open to enter.

His office was always well-organized; you could easily tell what was added or missing just by looking at it.

Cheng Yu immediately noticed the coffee bag on the table and frowned. "Did you put this here?"

Feng Zhuo was a little surprised to not see his wife when he came in, but then he thought that she might be in the lounge, so he immediately shook his head and said, "It's not me."

"Not you? Then someone else came in?" Cheng Yu turned to look at him, his eyes filled with displeasure.

"Boss, why don't you go into the break room and take a look?"

Feng Zhuo pointed with his finger.

Cheng Yu was completely baffled by his words, "What are you doing?"

But she still walked over, pushed open the door to the lounge, glanced around, and then turned to look at Feng Zhuo, "What's in here?"

Feng Zhuo exclaimed "Ah!"

Isn't the wife inside?

He walked quickly to the door and peeked inside, but there was nothing there.

"Boss, when I came back from the meeting to get some documents, my wife came. She brought the coffee. I even brought her here. She said she had a surprise for you, so I didn't tell you."

Feng Zhuo recounted the whole story.

When Cheng Yu heard that Meng Tingwan had arrived, his expression immediately relaxed. "Tingting's here."

"Well, I thought Madam was tired and resting in the lounge, so I asked you to open the lounge door. Who knew Madam wasn't here?" Feng Zhuo scratched his head.

Cheng Yu didn't have time to say anything more to him and immediately took out his phone to dial Meng Tingwan's number.

In the garage, Meng Tingwan sat in her car with her head resting on the back. When she heard the phone ring, she reached out and picked it up. The screen displayed Cheng Yu's name.

I guess they called because they realized they weren't there.

She licked her dry lips, slid her finger to the answer button, and tried to make herself sound normal, "Cheng Yu."

"Listen, Feng Zhuo said you're here, why aren't you in the office?"

Cheng Yu's voice was still so gentle, and the concern and love in his tone could not be concealed.

Meng Tingwan couldn't bear it just listening to it, and the emotions she had just composed were about to burst out. "I just left. Sister Fang wanted to talk to me about something, but I didn't have time to tell you since you were busy."

She pinched her palm hard to get herself to finish saying what she had said.

Seeing her say that, Cheng Yu didn't suspect anything and instead asked, "So you're at the company now?"

"Well, just arrived."

"Okay." Cheng Yu sighed. "Then could you let me know next time you come? I can end the meeting early so I won't miss seeing you."

After saying this, he looked up at Feng Zhuo.

Feng Zhuo expressed his grievance.

He wanted to say it himself, but his wife said she wanted to give him a surprise, so what could he say?

Meng Tingwan clutched the paper in her hand, looking down at the pattern on her clothes. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she still nodded firmly. "Okay, I'll definitely tell you next time."

"Good girl." Cheng Yu smiled. "I don't have anything planned for tonight, so I should be able to go back and have dinner with you."

If it were before, Meng Tingwan would definitely have agreed, but after what just happened, she hesitated and backed down. "It's okay, you can go do what you need to do. Sister Fang just told me that she has made an appointment with the director for dinner tonight, so I may not be able to go back."

"Oh, okay. Call me when you're done tonight and I'll come pick you up."

"Okay." Tears welled up in Meng Tingwan's eyes and fell onto her clothes. She held her phone away, sniffed slightly, and continued, "I brought you coffee. Try it later and see if it's good."

“Listen to the choice, it must taste good.” Cheng Yu said, his gaze falling on the coffee bag not far away.

Feng Zhuo, with great tact, took the bag and placed it in front of his boss.

After finally hanging up the phone, Cheng Yu put down his phone, took the coffee out of the bag, and along with the coffee was a chocolate cake with ice packs inside, which is why it hadn't melted.

Cheng Yu opened the lid, and a strong aroma of coffee wafted out.

A smile played on his lips as he eagerly took a bite.

It's not bitter, and the aftertaste is very mellow and fragrant.

It would probably be even better with a cake.

So Cheng Yu sat down, opened the cake box, took a bite of cake, and drank a sip of coffee, his smile never stopping.

Not wanting to disturb them, Feng Zhuo quietly slipped out.

Inside the car, Meng Tingwan covered her face, tears streaming down her cheeks, her sobs sounding particularly mournful in the empty car.

How to do?

I will still die.

What is she going to do?

What should Cheng Yu do?

I didn't know he had this other identity before, so I accepted his kindness with a clear conscience and wanted to love him more.

But now, Cheng Yu is actually his doctor, the doctor who suffered a severe psychological trauma and whose hair turned white at the age of twelve.

How should I face him?

How will I face him a hundred days from now?

Meng Tingwan sobbed uncontrollably, her mind a complete blank.

This time, she truly didn't know what to do...

-

Arashiyama Apartments.

Meng Tingwan opened the door and went in, her eyes vacant and lifeless. She casually took off her shoes at the doorway, didn't even turn on the lights, and walked step by step into the living room.

On the way back, she told Sister Fang that if Cheng Yu contacted her, she should say that there was an urgent filming session and that she had to leave overnight.

Fang Jia readily agreed, but noticed something was off about Meng Tingwan's voice and asked a question, but Meng Tingwan didn't say anything.

Fang Jia didn't press the matter further, and simply told her to call if she needed anything.

Meng Tingwan took out her dead phone from her bag, found a charger to charge it, and then sat down on the carpet.

There are several unopened packs of women's cigarettes in the coffee table drawer.

She took out a pack of cigarettes, put one in her mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

Wisps of white mist immediately drifted into the air.

The scarlet cigarette butt shone brightly in the darkness, like the only glimmer of light.

Meng Tingwan hadn't smoked all month, but she took a deep drag, and the smoke went straight to her lungs, causing her to cough violently.

It wasn't until I coughed until tears streamed down my face that I finally stopped.

She gave a self-deprecating laugh and stubbed out her cigarette.

Just then, the phone that was charging nearby suddenly rang.

The caller ID does not show Cheng Yu.

Meng Tingwan answered immediately, "Qianqian, what's wrong?"

Tang Qian's voice was trembling with tears, "Wanwan, something's happened..."