Qiao Ziqian’s gaze flickered between the two of them, and he couldn’t help but speak up, “Meng Meng, Brother Shang just wants to learn something for self-defense. Teach him, won’t you?”
As he spoke, he nudged Li Shang with his arm, winking at him.
Li Shang nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes, Ziqian is right.”
Faced with his sincere request, Meng Jingwei found it hard to refuse outright.
On second thought, as long as Li Shang suffered a bit, he might give up. So, she agreed, “Okay. Later, when I have time, I’ll teach you some self-defense moves.”
“Hahaha, great, great.”
Li Shang was overjoyed and immediately said, “Then I’ll treat everyone after work tonight.”
Meng Jingwei couldn’t refuse, so she happily accepted.
The three chatted for a few more sentences before parting ways.
Meng Jingwei and Li Shang went to film their scenes together. While they were free, Qiao Ziqian turned and left, reappearing moments later in Tang Wanxing’s dressing room.
Inside the dressing room, Tang Wanxing was curled up on the sofa, holding a cushion in one hand and a cigarette in the other, smoking listlessly, her face etched with profound melancholy.
Ever since she learned that Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei’s divorce was a sham, Tang Wanxing’s mood had been unable to calm down.
Seeing her in this state, Qiao Ziqian walked over and sat on the armrest of the sofa. “What, are you planning to retreat in the face of difficulty?” he asked himself as if in conversation. “Hmm, that’s fine too. If you turn back, you’ll see me waiting where I am, which is also a good choice.”
Tang Wanxing’s beautiful eyes were dim and lifeless. Her slender fingers held a cigarette, and she took a drag. A faint wisp of smoke escaped her fiery red lips, coiling around her cheeks, making her classical face appear even more bewitching and stunning.
“Do I look like someone who gives up easily?” She propped her elbow on the cushion, supporting her right arm, and a strained smile curved her red lips. “Never mind just one Meng Jingwei, even if there were two or three, I would only press forward against the difficulties.”
“Heh, you’re really trying hard for Brother.” Qiao Ziqian got up and moved to a single sofa on the side, resting his hands behind his head and leaning back, remarking with emotion.
He added, “Su Meiyi appeared at the film set safe and sound today. I’m curious, we made her a scapegoat, so why didn’t Brother make a move against Su Meiyi? Also, who was the real culprit behind the scenes that day?”
Tang Wanxing was equally filled with questions and confusion, shaking her head. “I’ve had people investigate, but they couldn’t find the mastermind. However, I heard Su Meiyi was kidnapped yesterday, but I’m not too clear about what happened afterward.”
“So, there’s something fishy going on.”
Qiao Ziqian tilted his head, his handsome phoenix eyes glancing at Tang Wanxing. “When I saw Meng Jingwei back then, if I’m not mistaken, the coffee cup she was holding was bought by Su Meiyi’s assistant. I happened to run into her assistant when I was buying coffee for you.”
“Su Meiyi’s?” Tang Wanxing’s delicate eyebrows furrowed. “Su Meiyi and Meng Jingwei have had a feud for a long time. Suddenly they’re so friendly. It seems a lot happened last night.”
They had no idea about the specifics of last night’s events.
But judging by Su Meiyi’s act of personally delivering coffee to Meng Jingwei, Meng Jingwei must have provided Su Meiyi with significant help. Otherwise, how could that petty woman have changed her attitude by 360 degrees?
Her analysis was consistent with Qiao Ziqian’s thoughts.
A brief silence fell in the dressing room. Qiao Ziqian’s eyes lit up, and an idea struck him. “I do have a plan that might make Brother and Meng Jingwei turn against each other.”