Lan Shu followed, standing behind Meng Jingwei, and couldn't help but stifle a laugh when she saw the person hiding behind the green plants tugging at the corner of his exposed windbreaker.
The person probably realized that their clothes were showing and had given themselves away, which was why they pulled the corner of their coat back.
But wasn't this action childish and foolish?
"Come out," Lan Shu also said.
As her voice fell, the person hiding behind the tree hesitated for a few seconds, then supported themselves with the tree trunk, tilted their head, and revealed their face.
Only then did Meng Jingwei discover with surprise that it was... Qiao Ziqian.
He had a dejected expression, his brows furrowed, his lips pursed, looking unhappy and somewhat wronged.
However, when Qiao Ziqian suddenly realized that the person standing in front of him was Meng Jingwei, his eyes lit up. "Xingxing?"
Qiao Ziqian immediately ran over, and before Meng Jingwei could react, he hugged her tightly. "Hehehe, Xingxing, I finally found you. Do you know how much I missed you?"
Lan Shu was stunned by this scene.
Xingxing?
She looked at the man in front of her, with his sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, fair skin, and a face beaming with a simple and honest smile. His smile was unusual, almost foolish.
Foolish...
Lan Shu suddenly understood, realizing the person's identity.
She had heard Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye mention Qiao Ziqian before, and she had even visited the film set. However, the set was crowded, and she hadn't paid much attention to Qiao Ziqian.
"Qiao Ziqian, why are you here?"
Meng Jingwei pushed Qiao Ziqian away, her brows tightly knit. "Does your father know you're here?"
Because of Tang Wanxing's matter, Qing Kangyu and Qing Muye were at odds, and they would never allow Qiao Ziqian to come alone.
She guessed that Qiao Ziqian must have come to Lancheng alone, without Qing Kangyu's knowledge.
Being pushed away mercilessly by Meng Jingwei, Qiao Ziqian's smile immediately fell, and he pouted aggrievedly. "Xingxing, you seem unhappy. Don't you like me?"
He childishly pouted, fiddling with his clothes with his hands, and looked at Meng Jingwei with a wronged expression.
His pitiful appearance, combined with his sunny and handsome face, was truly incongruous, a regrettable mismatch.
It had to be said that Qing Kangyu was indeed a man of extraordinary talent. His children had inherited his genes, with each son possessing deep and three-dimensional facial features, standing over 1.8 meters tall, and having a straight posture, comparable to walking coat racks. They looked like street-style models, handsome and pleasing to the eye.
Yet, such a person, who was as graceful as jade, now only had the intelligence of a six or seven-year-old child.
Meng Jingwei questioned, "I asked you how you got here?"
Qiao Ziqian reached into the inner pocket of his windbreaker, took out a small booklet, and waved it in his hand. "I gave this to someone, and they brought me here."
It was a small booklet from a factory. Meng Jingwei looked closely and couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
Good heavens, it turned out to be a check!
Before she could speak, Qiao Ziqian lowered his head and looked at the checkbook. He thought for a moment, then extended his finger. "One, two, three, four, five..." His fingers seemed to run out, so he bit the corner of the checkbook with his teeth and held out his hands to Meng Jingwei, holding up eight fingers. "Hehehe, I gave the uncle a paper starting with one and followed by eight zeros, and he brought me here. He even treated me to KFC along the way and bought me snacks. The uncle is a very, very good person."
Meng Jingwei turned her head to the side speechlessly.
That was one hundred million.
If anyone gave her a hundred million, she would treat them like an ancestor.
Lan Shu, standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle. "As expected of the Qing family, their generosity is impressive."