Tang Wanxing's actions were actually an attempt to get Meng Jingwei to stay for a meal.
Meng Jingwei guessed that Tang Wanxing knew she hadn't had her boxed lunch at noon, which was why she was invited to eat together. However, Tang Wanxing was also considerate of Meng Jingwei's pride, hence the specific phrasing.
However, Meng Jingwei hadn't interacted much with Tang Wanxing, and it was difficult to determine whether Tang Wanxing was good or bad at a glance.
"Since Miss Tang has said so, I will not refuse."
The two women exchanged smiles.
Tang Wanxing led her to sit on the sofa. "Don't keep calling me 'Miss Tang.' Just call me 'Wanxing,' and I'll call you Jingwei. Is that okay?"
"Alright," Meng Jingwei nodded.
For some reason, even though Tang Wanxing was kind, Meng Jingwei remained cautiously guarded around her.
The table was laden with three dishes and one soup, all delicious and mouth-watering.
Tang Wanxing prepared bowls and chopsticks for her. "Eat quickly, we'll be filming soon. From now on, you can rest here at noon. Even if you just lie on the sofa for a nap, it's better than sitting outside."
"Thank you."
Meng Jingwei thanked her and said no more.
Meng Jingwei found it difficult to get used to sudden warmth from others.
Especially that night at Yipinju, she had seen how close Tang Wanxing and Qing Muye were. Tang Wanxing called Qing Muye "Ye," and Qing Muye had said she was a very important person.
All of this made Meng Jingwei uneasy.
"Here, have some of this," Tang Wanxing said, placing a piece of meat into Meng Jingwei's bowl. "Don't be formal with me."
Tang Wanxing herself had a gentle and elegant demeanor. However, today she was wearing a wide-sleeved costume of dazzling purple, her long hair tied up in a bun. Without any accessories, she appeared pure, refined, and possessed a quiet elegance that didn't reveal its sharpness.
But the overall impression she gave was simply... beautiful. A fresh and untainted beauty.
Meng Jingwei didn't say much, lowering her head to eat quietly. Tang Wanxing, meanwhile, spoke to her about matters in the entertainment industry, reminding her to be careful and to maintain a sense of caution towards others.
Throughout the meal, Tang Wanxing's demeanor felt approachable and gentle, making it easy for one to let down their guard.
However, Meng Jingwei dared not easily lower her defenses, fearing hidden motives beneath the smiles.
"Thank you for your hospitality. I need to go get ready for makeup."
After finishing her meal, Meng Jingwei used her need for makeup as an excuse to leave Tang Wanxing's lounge.
Tang Wanxing watched her retreating figure, her face still radiating a gentle and kind smile.
Only, the smile didn't reach her eyes.
Her assistant, Xiao An, couldn't help but praise, "Sister Wanxing, why are you so good to Meng Jingwei? I heard from outsiders that Meng Jingwei climbed into Qing Muye's bed and forced him to marry her. Later, she tried to seize the Qing family's assets, even going so far as to plot to kill Qing Muye and stage a funeral, thereby inheriting Qing Muye's fortune. But she never expected that Qing Muye wasn't dead. He returned alive a few months later, only then divorcing her and leaving her with nothing."
Ever since Meng Jingwei divorced Qing Muye, such rumors had persisted.
Some netizens had even directly cursed Meng Jingwei on her Weibo, but Meng Jingwei had glanced at the comments only once before directly disabling the comment function.
She wasn't someone easily swayed by public opinion. Even when faced with the scolding of keyboard warriors, she could simply ignore it.
"Is that so? How did you know?"
Tang Wanxing seemed puzzled, unsure where her assistant Xiao An had gotten her information.
"Online. That's what netizens are saying," Xiao An nodded convincingly. "Netizens have analyzed it this way..."