After dinner, Song Jun drove away.
Shen Liannuo and Meng Jingwei saw him off at the elevator, and after watching him get into the elevator, they returned to Meng Jingwei's room.
Entering the room, Shen Liannuo directly discarded the crutch, limped to the sofa, reached for the fruit knife on the table, pressed a button, and the blade sprang out.
She raised her leg, which was in a cast, and propped it on the table, holding the fruit knife and beginning to cut into the cast.
Seeing this, Meng Jingwei frowned, "What are you doing?"
"This thing is heavy as hell, it's uncomfortable wearing it."
"Your leg is broken, are you crazy?"
"Tch, it's all minor stuff. When I was a kid, I rode horses in the Yin Clan and fell off almost every other day. I don't know how many times I broke a bone, I'm not that delicate."
"Then before..." Meng Jingwei reached out and touched her nose, puzzled, "Who were you putting on a show for?"
Shen Liannuo continued to cut at the cast with the fruit knife, glancing back at Meng Jingwei, "For your husband."
Meng Jingwei: "..." What kind of operation is this?
*Swish, swish—*
The sound of the blade cutting through the cast filled the living room, one cut after another, making it inexplicably unsettling.
Meng Jingwei said with concern, "You should still go to the hospital. It won't be good if you cut your leg."
"I'm not that stupid."
Shen Liannuo said as she removed the cast.
After a great deal of effort and over ten minutes of struggling, she finally removed the cast.
Shen Liannuo immediately stood up, shaking her previously injured leg. "Tsk tsk, it feels so good without the cast."
This scene made Meng Jingwei's jaw drop, "Your leg doesn't hurt?"
"What pain?" Shen Liannuo blinked in surprise, then suddenly realized something. She stood and spun around in place, "See, it's perfectly fine."
"It takes a hundred days for bones to heal after a fracture, and yours..."
Isn't it a little too fast?
Seeing Meng Jingwei's bewildered expression, Shen Liannuo couldn't help but chuckle, "My injuries healed faster than normal people's when I was a child. If I hadn't been putting on an act for your husband and Song Jun, how could they have felt at ease leaving me by your side?"
They thought that a limping Shen Liannuo would be more obedient.
Little did they know, it was all an act by Shen Liannuo.
Meng Jingwei shook her head speechlessly at this, giving her a thumbs-up, "Impressive."
"Alright, you go to work. I need to go out."
As Shen Liannuo spoke, she walked directly towards the living room exit.
Meng Jingwei was still a bit worried, "Where are you going?"
"Don't worry, I won't get lost. Call me if anything comes up." Shen Liannuo's words were followed by her exiting the living room and closing the door.
It was already eight in the morning, and Meng Jingwei was in a hurry to get to the film set, so she didn't ask further.
Firstly, Shen Liannuo was exceptionally skilled, and no one could bully her. Secondly, she was naturally unrestrained, and it was indeed impossible to keep her confined by her side.
Leaving the hotel, she drove to the film set.
When she appeared on set, everyone looked at her with strange expressions.
"Isn't that Meng Jingwei?"
"I thought she was dead."
"What's going on, this is too miraculous."
"Since she's not dead, where was she yesterday?"
...
Everyone had a big question mark in their heads, seemingly wondering where Meng Jingwei had gone yesterday and where she had returned from.
Meng Jingwei ignored the peculiar gazes of the crowd and went directly to the director.
In the lounge, Director Li and Director Zhao were seated, conversing with worried expressions, as if they had encountered a thorny problem.
"Director Li, Director Zhao," Meng Jingwei walked in and greeted them.
The two who had been full of worry suddenly had their eyes light up upon seeing Meng Jingwei, their faces beaming with joy.