卓瑞科技 was facing an unprecedented crisis; how could the situation be turned around?
She stood under the eaves of a building with flying eaves and interlocking brackets, watching a group of people filming not far away, lost in thought.
It was her first day at work. Leaving the crew now would be a great disrespect to all the staff.
Furthermore, even if she rushed to Qing Muyue’s side immediately, she wouldn’t be able to help much.
On the contrary, it would add immense psychological pressure and burden to him.
The pressure from the Black Hand Gang was expected, but she hadn't anticipated it would come so quickly, so suddenly.
What methods could be used to cope?
Meng Jingwei racked her brains.
“Jingwei, it’s your turn.”
At this moment, a staff member beckoned to Meng Jingwei, indicating it was her turn to film.
She let out an “oh,” put down her cup, and went to film.
However, with her mind preoccupied, she flubbed several takes.
The director reprimanded Meng Jingwei, and after two more takes, they barely managed to get it right.
Meng Jingwei was in a daze the entire afternoon, and her filming was not smooth.
The director noticed she had something on her mind and let her finish work early to rest.
As Meng Jingwei walked towards the lounge, she saw someone in the distance… Tang Wanxing.
As the lead actress of the crew, Tang Wanxing had not been present for filming today. In the afternoon, Meng Jingwei overheard the director and assistant director chatting and learned that Tang Wanxing had invested in "The Daughter of a General," which was why the director was more tolerant.
Meng Jingwei looked at her without speaking.
Tang Wanxing, carrying her bag and wearing black high heels, walked towards her.
There was a two-meter distance between them. Tang Wanxing calmly sized up the woman before her, as if trying to discern what charm Meng Jingwei possessed that had captivated Qing Muyue.
“Do you know about Ye’s current situation?”
After calming her emotions, Tang Wanxing was even calmer than she had been in the morning.
“I do,” Meng Jingwei replied faintly.
“Heh.”
Her answer drew a scoff from Tang Wanxing. “You know? If you knew, could you still be filming so calmly? Meng Jingwei, do you even care about Ye?”
Tang Wanxing couldn’t figure out Meng Jingwei, unsure if she truly loved Qing Muyue.
If she really loved him, how could she remain so composed and calm while filming when Zhuo Rui Technology was on the verge of bankruptcy?
She had deeply experienced the meaning of “concern breeds confusion” and thus believed Meng Jingwei’s love for Qing Muyue wasn’t substantial.
“What do you want to say?”
Meng Jingwei, with her hands in her down jacket pockets, looked calmly at the woman before her.
In the morning, she had learned about Tang Wanxing from Song Ci and naturally understood Tang Wanxing’s love for Qing Muyue.
Otherwise, why would she insist on continuing her collaboration with Zhuo Rui Technology when it was facing bankruptcy?
“Don’t you think you are an unlucky woman?”
A cold wind blew past, swirling Tang Wanxing’s smooth, dark hair, scattering it messily across her face. She reached out, tucked her hair behind her ear, and continued, “When you are with Ye, you not only can’t help him in any way but have also personally ruined Songyu Group. Now, the Zhuo Rui Technology he founded is also about to be destroyed in your hands. Doesn’t your conscience ache?”
What constituted a fatal blow?
It was undoubtedly the words spoken from Tang Wanxing’s mouth.
Even if she hadn’t said it, Meng Jingwei had thought the same.
She remained silent.
Tang Wanxing continued, “Because you were ambiguously involved with Xiao Cheng, you angered his wife. Now Ye is being retaliated against, and it’s all because of you. Meng Jingwei, do you think you’ve lived up to him?”
Whenever Tang Wanxing thought of Meng Jingwei’s continued ambiguous involvement with Xiao Cheng after marrying Qing Muyue, she felt Qing Muyue deserved better.