"Take a disciple?" Meng Jingwei found it hard to believe.
"Yes, yes, do you think I can?"
Steve pointed to his nose, his face full of expectation.
"Uh... this... hahaha..."
Meng Jingwei gave an embarrassed smile, surprised by Steve's obsession with martial arts.
In the first half of last year, she hadn't practiced martial arts diligently, but from the latter half of last year, Old Chen had rigorously trained her. In the first half of this year, even when she was injured, Old Chen found ways for her to train.
When her left hand was injured, Old Chen had her train in one-on-one combat.
For half a year, she trained from four or five in the morning, and after work in the evening, she didn't let up even after meals, exhausting her completely.
It was precisely because of her daytime work, managing Chaoyun Esports in her spare time, and Old Chen's relentless training that she had progressed so rapidly within this year.
The speed of her progress even surprised Meng Jingwei herself.
It had only been a year, and no matter how hard she tried, her progress would be limited, yet she felt she had infinite potential to tap into.
She had once asked Old Chen about it, but he had merely perfunctorily replied, "Perhaps heaven thought you were foolish and bestowed some talent upon you."
Meng Jingwei naturally didn't believe such a dismissive remark, but she didn't probe further.
"Wow, amazing, Mother Yaksha. Coming to visit and you found yourself a disciple, impressive!"
Ji Lanfeng teased her cheekily.
Meng Jingwei replied with some helplessness, "Steve, you are very skilled, we are evenly matched, you don't need to..."
"No, no, no, no."
Steve shook his head, pointing to the high heels Meng Jingwei was wearing, "You're wearing ten-centimeter heels, and you didn't even use your full abilities when sparring with me. I know you held back. Why don't you just agree to be my master."
Although he was over thirty, he spoke with a sincerity and a touch of naivety that made it impossible to refuse.
Just then, the director shouted from a distance with a microphone, "Steve, are you ready? It's your turn."
"Coming."
Steve nodded, then placed his hands on Meng Jingwei's shoulders, "After I finish this scene, I'll definitely treat you to a meal."
Saying that, he pulled Ji Lanfeng along, "Don't let your friend run off."
Then he jogged towards the indoor set for filming.
The onlookers by the side stepped forward and lavished praise upon Meng Jingwei.
Most of these people were actors Meng Jingwei had seen in foreign blockbusters.
Meng Jingwei greeted them one by one, feeling for the first time that being praised was quite a good feeling.
Afterward, they all dispersed, and Ji Lanfeng went with Meng Jingwei to the lounge to chat.
Not long after, Steve finished filming a scene and came to the lounge, inviting Meng Jingwei to lunch, saying he had already asked the director for leave.
With the fervent invitation and Ji Lanfeng's coaxing, she had no choice but to agree.
"Master, can I take a photo with you?" Steve asked, holding up his phone.
"Of course, no problem."
Meng Jingwei nodded.
Thus, the three of them took a group photo.
Meng Jingwei was also in a particularly good mood, so she posted on her Moments: "Honored to take a photo with Oscar winner Steve Arthur. He is very humorous and witty."
A photo was attached below.
In the photo, Steve Arthur was on the left, Ji Lanfeng was on the right, and Meng Jingwei was in the middle.
What's more, Steve and Ji Lanfeng were making funny faces.
The photo was both amusing and frustrating to look at.
As soon as the picture was posted on Moments, people started commenting...
Shu Yao: Not fair, he's my crush, you have to get me an autographed photo!
Tang Si: Tsk tsk tsk... this is a super superstar from abroad, incredibly skilled. Have you two sparred?
ivan: Ahhh ahhh ahhh, I'm going crazy, this is my idol. Boss Meng, can you get me an autographed photo?
Su Meiyi: Hmph, is knowing Ji Lanfeng that great? What are you showing off about.
Han Yu: Impressive.
Chu Xue: When did you get to know two superstars? Can you introduce me?
...
When these people saw Meng Jingwei's Moments, Qing Muyue's phone also buzzed.
He picked up his phone and opened it. WeChat, which he usually used, had no notification, but the WeChat 'clone' icon showed a message.
Upon opening it, a dynamic post appeared.
And this WeChat only had one friend – Meng Jingwei!
As someone as aloof as Qing Muyue, he disdained using alternate accounts, but after breaking up with Meng Jingwei, they lost contact.
One day, the man registered a secondary WeChat account and added her, silently observing her every move.
This was Meng Jingwei's first post in three months.
But when Qing Muyue looked at the two men standing beside Meng Jingwei in the photo, his brow furrowed, and a palpable gloom settled over his features.
After staring at the photo for a long time, Qing Muyue finally put down his phone, leaned back in his executive chair, and fell into thought.
Ring ring—
Suddenly, his phone rang.
Qing Muyue glanced at the caller ID; it was Aunt Chen, who served his grandmother at the old house.
He knew that Aunt Chen rarely called, and when she did, it was always for something important.
"Aunt Chen?"
Qing Muyue answered the call.
"Oh, young master, where are you now? Something has happened. I was out for a walk with the old madam, and she asked me to buy her some water. In the blink of an eye, she was gone!"
Aunt Chen said anxiously on the phone.
"Gone?"
Qing Muyue raised his hand and squeezed his brow, "Where exactly?"
"The park on North Ring Road."
"Aunt Chen, don't worry, I'll send people to look for her immediately." Qing Muyue didn't blame Aunt Chen and hung up.
He stood up, took his coat from the coat rack, and strode out of the office.
Ever since his grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, they had been very mindful of her every movement. But for months, she had been fine, making them gradually overlook her condition.
At the same time, Meng Jingwei, still at Rock Bay, also received a call.
The phone screen displayed Aunt Chen's contact number.
"Steve, Crazy, wait for me for a moment, I need to take a call."
She gestured to her phone and said to the two of them, then stepped aside to answer, "Aunt Chen?"
"Jingwei, something has happened. The old madam is lost. I... I've been looking for a long time and can't find her. What should we do?" Aunt Chen sighed regretfully.
"What? Grandma is lost? How could this happen? Wasn't she doing fine recently?" Meng Jingwei immediately thought that her Alzheimer's might have acted up.
Aunt Chen was anxiously slapping her thighs, "Alas, yes, who would have thought, but I wasn't... I was just a little careless."
"Alright, alright, Aunt Chen, don't worry. Where was Grandma lost? I'll come over and look."
"She's in the park on North Ring Road."
"I know, Aunt Chen, I'll be there immediately." Meng Jingwei hung up the phone, turned, and told Steve and Ji Lanfeng the situation, "I'm so sorry, something has come up at home, and I might not be able to have lunch with you."