She raised her hand to her forehead and threw her phone onto the table in frustration. "Didn't you already send people to handle the video from the set? How did it still leak?"
Tang Wanxing was questioning Qiao Ziqian.
The man being questioned shook his head innocently, then chuckled, "Heh, her agent has some skills."
"Find out who Meng Jingwei's agent is. I'll go have a talk with her," Tang Wanxing said.
Half an hour later, Qiao Ziqian handed the information he had gathered about Lan Shu to Tang Wanxing. Looking at the person in the photo, Tang Wanxing began to form a plan.
However, they were unaware that both the video from Daliang Mountain and the video from the set were given by Meng Jingwei to Lan Shu to release.
As early as Su Meiyi's injury, Meng Jingwei knew what would happen and had prepared in advance.
Meanwhile, in Lancheng.
Meng Jingwei lay on the sofa in the living room, leisurely reading a script.
Qing Muye strode in from outside. With his long fingers, he unbuttoned his suit, took off the silver-grey suit, and draped it over his wrist. Like a gentleman, he walked to Meng Jingwei's side.
"You're back?"
Seeing him return, Meng Jingwei smiled, "Was work smooth today?"
"Not smooth."
Qing Muye sat beside her and replied.
"What's wrong?" Her heart tightened, fearing that her affairs had caused some negative impact on Qing Muye's company. She sat up and asked.
As soon as she finished speaking, the man pulled her into his arms and flicked her forehead. "You don't let me interfere with your matters at all. I'm worried."
Whether in the past or now, as long as it did not threaten Meng Jingwei's life, Qing Muye would give her enough space to handle her own affairs independently.
She was a smart girl, and he absolutely believed she could handle it.
But his heart couldn't help but worry about her.
"Of course, you can't interfere. Otherwise, as soon as Qing Kangyu investigates a little, everything we've done will be for naught." Meng Jingwei tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder. "Besides, the negative publicity, while impacting the film crew, also brings a certain amount of traffic, and it's the same for me. So, letting things brew and ferment won't affect things much."
"You look a little pleased with yourself," Qing Muye chuckled helplessly, hugging her affectionately. "You've had to endure hardship."
"What hardship is there?"
Meng Jingwei shook her head gently, but the face leaning against Qing Muye's chest carried a hint of sadness and loneliness.
She was unhappy about Tang Wanxing staying over all night caring for Qing Muye and was very repulsed by Tang Wanxing. However, Qing Muye and Tang Wanxing had a very good relationship, which made things complicated.
Meng Jingwei didn't even know how to bring up the matter of Tang Wanxing with Qing Muye.
Because, given how much he cared about her, he might not believe her even if she told him.
"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook for you?" he asked.
Meng Jingwei thought for a moment and listlessly shook her head, "I won't eat. I'm on a diet. Otherwise, I won't look good on camera."
"You only weigh ninety pounds, and you still want to lose more?" He looked down at the woman in his arms and whispered in her ear, "If you get any thinner, I'm afraid you'll hurt me when we're intimate."
"You're so indecent."
Meng Jingwei's cheeks flushed from his words. "Isn't it easier to hold me if I'm a little thinner?"
"So, my wife means..." Qing Muye raised his eyebrows and grinned wickedly. "Next time, you want me to hold you while standing?" His sexy lips curved slightly upward. "I didn't expect my wife to like that position."