"So, it really was Tang Wanxing who wanted to harm Meng Jingwei and then frame you?" Lu Sen slipped the phone into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, took out a cigarette, placed it in his mouth, lit it, and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking.
"Yes, it must have been her."
Su Meiyi nodded vigorously.
Lu Sen ran a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration. "Tang Wanxing is not only a celebrity but also has considerable influence in the business world. Her capabilities are astonishing. Even if she did this, you must not confront her directly. Otherwise, you'll only meet your end faster."
"Okay, okay, I understand," Su Meiyi nodded. "But... what about Meng Jingwei? Will she think I'm the one trying to harm her?" If that were the case, she might be targeted by Meng Jingwei again.
If Meng Jingwei wanted her dead, what should she do?
"I will explain everything clearly to Meng Jingwei. After all, she's still an artist under me, and I can handle her."
Lu Sen held the cigarette, flicked the ash, a hint of displeasure on his face. "I'm even starting to suspect that when you were filming with Meng Jingwei before, and the props were swapped, it might have been Tang Wanxing deliberately manipulating things behind the scenes, setting the stage for this frame-up."
He deliberately reminded Su Meiyi.
Su Meiyi was beautiful, but simple-minded and clumsy.
Without prompting, she wouldn't have thought of these issues.
But after Lu Sen mentioned it, she suddenly realized, "Yes, it's very possible."
"Alright, alright, let's not dwell on the past. Get some good rest tonight; you have to work tomorrow." Lu Sen picked up his documents and walked towards the door. As he reached the entrance, he didn't forget to warn, "Keep your mouth shut about Tang Wanxing. Otherwise, no one can save your life!"
Click.
The living room door locked.
For a moment, the only sound in the vast living room was the desolate, cold wind outside, wailing like a phantom.
Su Meiyi, who had narrowly escaped death, walked to the sofa and sank onto it. She casually picked up a pillow and hugged it, burying her head and crying, "Wuwuwu... wuwu..."
She couldn't understand why fate was so cruel, making her bear so much alone.
But then she thought, wasn't Tang Wanxing framing her precisely because she had animosity towards Meng Jingwei, which gave Tang Wanxing the opportunity to slander her?
And she and Meng Jingwei didn't have any deep-seated hatred. In fact, she could overlook past incidents.
If she had gotten along peacefully with Meng Jingwei back then, none of this would have happened today.
Su Meiyi was filled with regret, wishing she could turn back time.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Meng Jingwei and Lu Sen appeared at a night market.
The two were eating hot pot and drinking beer at the night market, talking earnestly.
After Lu Sen understood everything, he felt some sympathy for Meng Jingwei but didn't say much. He simply raised a beer and clinked glasses with her. "Just be careful of Tang Wanxing from now on."
"Mm," Meng Jingwei tilted her head back and finished her beer. She put down the cup, picked up her chopsticks, and picked up a piece of boiled mutton.
"Su Meiyi, she..." Lu Sen hesitated.
Meng Jingwei smiled helplessly. "Don't worry, I don't have any deep grudges with her, and I won't target her. Besides, she's your artist now. For your sake, I won't do anything to her."
She picked up the beer bottle, poured beer into Lu Sen's and her own cups, and raised them. "Thank you for today."