Tang Wanxing had always prided herself on her thick, dark, luscious hair and her fair, slender fingers, yet now, her favorite assets were ruthlessly destroyed by Qing Muyie.
The man she had loved for so many years had destroyed them with his own hands.
The truth was a devastating blow to Tang Wanxing.
Even though she had mentally prepared herself before making the call, upon learning the truth, her insides churned, and her heart ached as if stabbed by a knife.
"Heh, so..."
Tang Wanxing felt her breath catch, making it incredibly difficult to utter another word. "So in your heart, there was only her, only her..."
Leaning against the headboard, Tang Wanxing slowly closed her eyes. The hand holding the phone dropped to the side of the bed, her fingers relaxing and letting the phone fall to the floor.
She had lost.
She had lost completely.
Once, she had naively believed her relationship with Qing Muyie surpassed anyone else's. She never imagined it was all wishful thinking.
Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, leaving two trails on her face.
In her mind, every single moment she had spent with Qing Muyie flashed before her eyes, as vivid as if it were yesterday.
If she had loved Qing Muyie to the bone before, then now her hatred for him had also penetrated to the bone.
As deep as the love, so deep was the hatred.
What she could not have, she wanted to destroy with her own hands.
Not only Qing Muyie, but she also wanted to destroy Meng Jingwei, destroy everything they had, and see how they could be happy!
...
The next day.
Meng Jingwei, on set, received news from the director.
Director Li was furious. "Damn it! Nothing has gone smoothly since we started filming, and now the lead actress has thrown in the towel. Damn it!"
In the lounge, Director Li angrily smashed his cup onto the floor, hands on his hips, his chest heaving.
Meng Jingwei, walking towards the door, overheard Director Li's words and had a general idea of what was happening.
She paused by the office door for a moment, then turned and walked away.
After only a few steps, Meng Jingwei's eyes lit up. She suddenly thought of something.
Turning back, she returned to the lounge door and knocked.
Knock, knock, knock—
"Who is it?!"
Director Li roared, his anger uncontainable.
"It's me," Meng Jingwei replied.
Director Li turned, saw Meng Jingwei standing at the door, let out a long sigh, and beckoned her over. "You coming over is perfect. I need to tell you something."
Meng Jingwei lifted the hem of her costume. "What is it, Director Li?"
She feigned ignorance of Tang Wanxing's situation.
"Sigh, it's still about Tang Wanxing. I saw how popular she was back then, so I cast her as the female lead. Who knew she’d just quit like this. Damn it, she’s playing games with thousands of people on our crew."
Director Li said, leaning back on the sofa, fuming.
Meng Jingwei walked over and sat on the sofa, feeling remarkably calm. "Is she really not acting anymore? Could it be a spur-of-the-moment decision?"
"Heh, I wish to God it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. But she’s already paid the breach of contract fees into the account, and now we can’t contact her at all. The termination letter was just delivered."
Director Li grew more and more indignant, his face turning crimson, scaring the martial arts director and assistant director nearby into silence.
At this moment, the assistant director stepped forward and said to Meng Jingwei, "You've invested 150 million in our crew, making you an investor as well. This matter should indeed be discussed with you."
The martial arts director also sighed, "We've put in a lot of effort into this drama. It’s not worth it to have all our hard work ruined because of her."
"So what do we do now?" Director Li clapped his hands, his eyes blazing.