Feeling her father's affection, and then thinking of Xiao Cheng's cold indifference, Antina felt a surge of sadness for no reason.
She leaned weakly against the driver's seat, pursing her lips aggrievedly, "I'm fine."
Her forced reply, her tone betrayed her emotions.
Flake Street snorted, "Did Xiao Cheng bully you again?"
"Daddy, if one day he wrongs me, what will you do?" Antina asked, not answering.
"If that little bastard dares to wrong my daughter, I'll chop him up!"
A domineering reply, without a shred of pretense.
Antina knew her father always kept his word. While she felt warmth, her heart was also complicated. She forced a smile, "It's nothing, I'm doing well here."
The father and daughter chatted for a few more minutes before Flake Street hung up.
Silence returned to the car. Antina stared ahead, her mind filled with images of Xiao Cheng and Meng Jingwei 'exchanging meaningful glances.'
After a moment's thought, she called her father, Flake, again, "Daddy, I want you to help me deal with someone."
"Who has upset my precious daughter now?"
"Qing Muye!"
"Him again!" Flake naturally knew Qing Muye, but regardless of the other party's identity, Flake didn't care. His only concern was his daughter's mood. "If you dislike him, Daddy will immediately arrange for someone to get rid of him."
"That's no fun," Antina refused her father's offer. "The way to torture someone is to let them slowly feel the pain of loss. I think it's better to start with his company, Zhuo Rui Technology."
"Hahaha, this personality is just like her father's," Flake readily agreed.
…
The sense of crisis arrived silently, but Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye did not perceive it.
Meng Jingwei returned to the hotel and called Qing Muye via video call after washing up.
On the other side of the video, Qing Muye was sitting in his study, normally processing documents, very busy.
Despite the phone's powerful beauty filter, Meng Jingwei could still sense Qing Muye's fatigue and felt a pang of heartache. "Haven't you been resting well lately? Why are you so haggard?"
Qing Muye signed a document with his pen, closed it, and set it aside. Then, he faced the phone directly, a faint smile gracing his handsome face. "Missing you."
Meng Jingwei was amused by Qing Muye's remark. She lay on the bed, looking at him on the video call. "I've been busy filming recently and haven't been able to go back to be with you. After this film wraps up, I'll take a break for a while."
"Mm," Qing Muye nodded slightly.
After thinking for a moment, he added, "Tomorrow, Yan Ming and I are going to Jiangnan."
"To see Tang Si?"
"He's alone over there, and Yan Ming and the others are worried," he said.
"Yes, he's hospitalized alone in Jiangnan, and Shi Ran, she..." Meng Jingwei paused. "Tang Si is indeed quite lonely by himself."
The couple chatted on the phone for half an hour before reluctantly hanging up.
After ending the call, Meng Jingwei immediately called Director Li, "Director Li, I have something tomorrow, can I take a day off?"
They had all planned to visit Tang Si in Jiangnan tomorrow. Meng Jingwei was grateful for Tang Si's life-saving kindness and their good friendship, so she had to visit him too.
"Your scenes are fewer tomorrow, so if you really have something to handle, go ahead." Given Meng Jingwei's good performance recently, Director Li wasn't overly strict.
Having successfully applied for a day's leave, Meng Jingwei went to bed early, hoping to give Qing Muye a surprise tomorrow.
However, while she slept soundly, someone else was weighed down with worries.