Chapter 1222 Sowing Discord

Lu Sen's words were not empty.

His casting requirements were very high; he would only sign an actor if they fit the character's image in the script.

"I..."

Su Meiyi's eyes reddened with grievance. She glared at Lu Sen, too angry to speak for a long time, and could only turn her head to the side in frustration.

"Rest well. The company has some matters to attend to. This card has a hundred thousand yuan. Buy yourself some nutritional supplements." Lu Sen stood up, placed the bank card on the table, and left the ward.

*Click—*

The moment the ward door closed, Su Meiyi clenched her fists in anger. "Meng Jingwei, I, Su Meiyi, will be sworn enemies with you for the rest of my life!"

Recalling the years of hatred between them, Su Meiyi wished she could strangle Meng Jingwei to relieve her animosity.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door of the quiet ward.

Su Meiyi turned her head towards the door and saw Tang Wanxing entering with a fruit basket. "Meiyi, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

Tang Wanxing smiled gently and placed the fruit basket and nutritional supplements on the floor. "I know you're recuperating in the hospital. I was passing by and decided to drop in."

Her appearance left Su Meiyi stunned.

Although they were in the same film crew, Tang Wanxing was a high-and-mighty movie queen, and their relationship was distant, not yet at such a level of closeness.

Therefore, her presence could be described with the phrase 'overwhelmed with joy.'

Su Meiyi sat up in bed. Her hand instinctively tightened, pulling on the wound on her arm, causing her to gasp in pain. "Hiss..."

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Tang Wanxing quickly stepped forward and looked down at her bandaged arm, showing concern. "If the injury is serious, you should rest well. Moving will aggravate the wound and cause pain."

"Yes, thank you, Wanxing-jie." Su Meiyi's eyes were fixed on Tang Wanxing, a big question mark forming in her mind. "It's very thoughtful of you to visit, Wanxing-jie."

"We're in the same film crew, and we're all friends. It's only right for me to visit you."

As Tang Wanxing spoke, her delicate, curved willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What, Meng Jingwei hasn't come to see you?"

Mentioning Meng Jingwei's name, Su Meiyi's face instantly turned green. "Heh, she deliberately injured me and then used my boss to shut me up. How could she possibly come to see me!"

Hearing her complaint, Tang Wanxing's eyes lit up. She sighed and shook her head. "How could she do such a thing? Whether it was intentional or not, a basic apology is expected. I really misjudged her."

She paused, then continued, "Seeing how beautiful she is, I thought she was a good person too. Alas..."

"She's a good person? How is that possible!" Su Meiyi's words seemed to unlock a floodgate, and she began to complain to Tang Wanxing about Meng Jingwei's various "scandals," even embellishing them with slander.

Tang Wanxing would sometimes frown, sometimes shake her head, and sometimes look surprised.

Finally, she simply said, "My goodness, it's no wonder Qing Muyye divorced her."

She deliberately spoke Qing Muyye's full name, as if afraid Su Meiyi wouldn't understand.

"A despicable and shameless woman like that, let alone Mr. Qing, any man would want to divorce her," Su Meiyi scoffed. "I really pity Mr. Qing."

"Alas, you..." Tang Wanxing pretended to be familiar, taking Su Meiyi's hand. "You are the victim yourself, and yet you're feeling sorry for others. Fortunately, you have a kind heart. If it were someone else, they would definitely expose what happened in the film crew and let the online justice warriors 'judge' her."

Her indirect words were very subtle.

But Su Meiyi's eyes lit up, and she suddenly understood something.