"I think..."
Meng Jingwei couldn't think of any good ideas and sighed, "You need to tell your parents."
Once a child is born, someone must be responsible.
Shu Yao currently lacks the basic ability to protect the child, so relying on her parents is the best solution.
Listening to Meng Jingwei's suggestion, Shu Yao pursed her lips and fell silent.
After a long pause, she finally responded, "Yes, it can only be this way."
Shu Yao was filled with regret.
If only she had listened to Meng Jingwei back then, she wouldn't have ended up in this situation today.
She had considered the potential troubles after the child was born, but she never imagined that the child would become Qing Sihui's 'tool' for advancement, and her 'weakness.'
"There are people guarding you at the hospital entrance, so Qing Sihui shouldn't make any rash moves."
Meng Jingwei sat by the bed, comforting the distressed Shu Yao.
She stayed with Shu Yao at the hospital until late before leaving to go home and rest.
She had to go to work tomorrow and also had a photo shoot, so she needed to ensure she got enough rest to be in her best condition for work.
After washing up at home, Meng Jingwei lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion...
When she first started working at Huayu Media, it was just to cover up her side business of running a company, but she never expected to become so dedicated to her work now.
Perhaps it was because she inherently loved this profession.
The next day.
Meng Jingwei woke up early as usual.
After Old Chen's health had been fully restored, he returned to work at Chujian Wedding Company.
Every morning, Old Chen would knock on her door more punctually than any alarm clock, calling her for a morning run, and then subjecting her to various training sessions, all of which were intensified.
As soon as Meng Jingwei heard the knocking, she would immediately get up, afraid that Old Chen would disturb others' rest.
However, faintly, she felt that Old Chen's training had become excessively harsh lately, with a significant increase in intensity, as if he were plotting something.
"Hoo..."
In the park, Meng Jingwei sparred with Old Chen for half an hour, then made her stand in a horse stance alone. Exhausted, Meng Jingwei was drenched in sweat and repeatedly pleaded, "Old Chen, I have to go to work later, can you let me rest for a bit?"
This was no life for a human being!
Every morning, there was a morning run, followed by an hour of training, then back home to get ready for work; after work in the afternoon, she still had to deal with matters at Chaoyun E-sports Company.
The e-sports company primarily focused on gaming competitions but had recently added a live-streaming section, recruiting many live-streaming employees and intending to sign two popular streamers at a high price.
With so much to do every day, Meng Jingwei felt overwhelmed.
But this pace of life was also quite good.
At least, she had no time to think about Qing Muye.
Old Chen, holding a ruler, walked up to Meng Jingwei and gently tapped her head, "What's there to rest about in a horse stance? When my master trained me, we held a horse stance all morning. I'm telling you, if your lower body isn't stable..."
He babbled on and on, lecturing her.
Meng Jingwei's ears had grown calluses from hearing his speeches.
"Old Chen, what are you thinking? My current skills, while not incredibly powerful, are enough that no one can bully me, right? Besides, as you said, practicing this is for strengthening the body. My health is very good now, and I can take a beating. We really don't need to train anymore."
She was on the verge of collapse from exhaustion.
Holding a horse stance for an hour was not difficult, but Meng Jingwei was on her period, making the posture very uncomfortable.
"Nonsense!"
Old Chen, his beard bristling with anger, used his ruler to spank Meng Jingwei's behind, "Hold your head high, chest out, abdomen in, and maintain a stable stance."
"I..."
Meng Jingwei was speechless.
After much thought, she couldn't understand why Old Chen was so insistent on her continuously intensifying her training.
She recalled Old Chen's past behaviors and tentatively asked, "Old Chen, where are you from? You've never told me about your past. I'm really bored holding this horse stance, why don't you tell me about it?"
Holding the horse stance wasn't boring; it was the lower abdominal pain from her period that made her feel weak and powerless.
Meng Jingwei's sudden question startled Old Chen. He glanced at Meng Jingwei, a flicker of something flashing in his eyes.
He then looked away, hands behind his back, clutching the ruler and pacing beside Meng Jingwei, "I don't remember my past anymore."
"Then how do you remember your master?"
"Hmph, once a master, always a father. How could I forget?"
"Haha, then Master, can you tell me about your master?" Meng Jingwei rarely called him 'Master.'
"My master he..."
Old Chen said only a few words before suddenly pausing, raising his eyelids, and glancing at Meng Jingwei, "Hold your horse stance properly and don't ask about other things."
Afterward, Meng Jingwei tried asking a few more times, but Old Chen remained tight-lipped.
Unable to get any information, Meng Jingwei had to give up, but it only piqued her curiosity.
"Oh, right, Old Chen. After I go to work later, please take a leave of absence and help me protect Shu Yao for the next two days. Her child is Qing Sihui's, and Qing Sihui has been trying to take her child away."
Since Old Chen had been in Lancheng recently, he had some understanding of Shu Yao's situation.
Seeing Meng Jingwei's serious expression, Old Chen nodded, "Alright. I'll take a leave of absence and go to the hospital to stay with Shu Yao."
"Thanks, Old Chen."
Meng Jingwei smiled, deeply touched by Old Chen's willingness to help her so devotedly.
As a result, Old Chen hit her waist with his ruler again, "If you want to thank me, hold your horse stance properly and don't slack off."
"Hiss... it hurts so much..."
Meng Jingwei gasped in pain.
...
After her morning workout, Meng Jingwei tidied up and went to the company.
After the regular morning meeting, Lu Sen kept Meng Jingwei behind, "Weiwei, today you'll be shooting clothes for an app shopping brand. Although the prices aren't high, it's a good start. I hope you take it seriously."
"Mm-hmm, okay, President Lu. I definitely will..."
Meng Jingwei was sitting next to Lu Sen, telling him this, when her phone suddenly rang.
She took out her phone and glanced at the caller ID. It was Ji Lanfeng's call.
Mindful of her boss's presence, Meng Jingwei was about to hang up when Lu Sen directly said, "It's alright, take it."
"Ah, okay."
Since Lu Sen told her to take the call, she slid to answer, "Fengzi?"
"Hey, 'Mother Yaksha,' are you busy?"
"I'm at the company. If you have something to say, just say it."
"I have some good news to tell you. There's a fight scene coming up, and Steve recommended you to the director, saying you have excellent martial arts skills and wants to spar with you. Do you want to come and try it out?"
Meng Jingwei could sense Ji Lanfeng's excitement even through the phone.
However, upon hearing Ji Lanfeng's words, Meng Jingwei was even more overjoyed.
"What? You... you're saying Steve recommended me to the director to play a supporting role and have a scene with him?"