Qiao Ziqian liked Tang Wanxing, but he wasn't as possessive or stubbornly in love as she was.
He patiently tried to guide her, only to find that Tang Wanxing wouldn't listen to a word he said.
"If it weren't for Meng Jingwei, he would definitely like me."
She said this with such full confidence that even Qiao Ziqian didn't know where it came from.
Rubbing his forehead with a headache, he said, "Xingxing, you need to calm down."
"Calm down about what? Are you also tired of me now?"
Tang Wanxing, with her classically elegant appearance, seemed gentle, generous, and refined, but her temper was more than the average person could handle.
Qiao Ziqian understood her, but liking her meant accepting all her flaws.
"Don't overthink things. Where are you? I'll come find you." Qiao Ziqian was a little worried about Tang Wanxing.
"No need, you're all the same."
She hung up the phone in anger.
...
Film base.
Meng Jingwei was completely focused on filming. When she had a break in the afternoon, she received a call from Qi He.
"What's wrong?"
She sat in the lounge area, sipping a cup of hot water.
She had been reciting lines and was already parched, feeling very thirsty at this moment.
"President Meng, I just received news. President Qing is facing quite a big problem. Many companies have terminated their cooperation with them, and the company is now... in great danger."
Qi He told Meng Jingwei everything he knew.
After Meng Jingwei's warning last time, Qi He no longer dared to hide anything from her, nor would he help Qing Mu Ye conceal anything.
He was now Meng Jingwei's subordinate, working under her. If he angered Meng Jingwei, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Moreover, during the New Year, Meng Jingwei had indeed kept her promise and given him and Zhang Hui a one percent equity.
For this, Qi He was naturally willing to work for Meng Jingwei.
Listening to Qi He's words, Meng Jingwei's face turned a little pale. She tightened her grip on the cup of hot water. "When did this happen?"
"This morning."
"I understand. Keep an eye on it for me." Meng Jingwei hung up the phone and sat there in a daze.
With such a major event happening, why hadn't Qing Mu Ye given her any hint?
She checked her phone's time; it was already three in the afternoon.
She thought about calling Qing Mu Ye to inquire, but then she considered that he must be swamped dealing with company matters and decided against it.
After much thought, she called Song Jun. "Song Jun, what's Ah Ye's situation now?"
"Uh... the boss is fine. He's in a meeting." Song Jun had received orders from Qing Mu Ye to conceal the situation from Meng Jingwei and not disturb her filming.
But how could Meng Jingwei believe him?
"What, am I not even worthy of knowing Ah Ye's situation now?" Her tone grew colder and particularly stiff.
Even through the phone, Song Jun could feel Meng Jingwei's anger.
He touched his nose and stammered, "But... but the boss is indeed in a meeting."
He was in a meeting, an emergency meeting, to be precise.
"Is that so?"
Meng Jingwei asked no further questions. With just two words, softly spoken, her oppressive aura instantly reached Song Jun.
Hearing the tone of her voice, Song Jun knew he couldn't hide it anymore and had to tell her the whole truth without reservation.
"Is Ah Ye... is he okay?"
Meng Jingwei sighed softly, her face etched with worry.
Song Jun looked at Qing Mu Ye, who was in a meeting outside the conference room, and replied truthfully, "The boss is under a lot of pressure, but his state looks okay."
"Thank you."
She politely thanked him and hung up.
From what she knew of Qing Mu Ye, even when faced with difficulties, he would never easily admit defeat.