"Alright, we'll do as you say," Meng Jingwei agreed. She then asked, "When can you set off from your end?"
"Now."
"Okay, then I'll meet you at Yancheng Airport."
"Fine, it's settled."
After discussing their plans, they hung up.
Meng Jingwei got up and went into the dressing room to change, intending to talk to the director later.
However, she hadn't noticed someone lurking outside the lounge.
That person was none other than... Tang Wanxing.
She had only just arrived and didn't hear where Meng Jingwei was going, but she knew she was leaving Yancheng.
A flicker of light crossed Tang Wanxing's eyes, as if she had spotted an opportunity.
...
Lancheng.
Boren Group.
Boren Group was Tang Si's father's company, named by Tang Si's grandfather after his son, Tang Boren.
Because Tang Ziwei had left the Tang family on the night of Tang Si and Zhao Wuyan's wedding and had been missing ever since.
Tang's father, in his helplessness, had no choice but to have Tang Si inherit the company and manage its affairs.
Everyone believed that Tang Si was a useless good-for-nothing apart from his medical skills, but they didn't know that Tang Si privately owned his own company and had a deep understanding of Boren Group.
Of course, apart from Tang Ziwei.
Tang Ziwei had a good relationship with Tang Si, and would often let Tang Si handle company business when he couldn't finish it himself.
At this moment, Tang Si was in his office, handling documents.
Knock, knock, knock—
Someone knocked on the office door.
"Come in."
Tang Si, frowning, was looking through documents, his face etched with exhaustion.
The person outside pushed the door open and walked in, then stood before the desk and placed a thermos flask down, "Si Bing, take a break, it's time for dinner."
Upon hearing Zhao Wuyan's voice, Tang Si already felt a physiological aversion to her.
His frown deepened into a sharp crease, and he looked up at her unhappily, "Who asked you to come?"
Zhao Wuyan had made soup and happily came to the company, wanting to give Tang Si a surprise, but all she received was his dark-faced questioning.
As the pampered daughter of the Zhao family, Zhao Wuyan had never suffered such humiliation.
Despite her inner reluctance, she could only grit her teeth and bear it.
"Mom said you were busy at the company, so I stewed some soup to nourish you," Zhao Wuyan said, suppressing her inner grievances, and unscrewed the thermos flask.
She had stewed black chicken soup, adding ginseng and codonopsis, simmering it slowly for four hours.
In the past, at the Zhao family home, she never had to do such things herself, but for Si Bing, she had specifically asked the cook to guide her hand by hand.
Smelling the rich aroma wafting towards her, Zhao Wuyan couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion; even her father and brother had never tasted anything made by her.
"Take it away."
Tang Si didn't even glance at it, directly telling her to take the items and leave.
Zhao Wuyan's hand holding the soup spoon paused, and she looked at Tang Si in disbelief, her pupils seeming to shatter, tinged with pain.
"I know you don't want to see me, I can leave, but I'll leave the soup here, and you can drink some later. Okay?"
After all, this soup was the result of her four hours of painstaking effort, so she couldn't let the good intentions go to waste.
She confidently believed that even if Tang Si took just one sip, he would feel her sincerity.
The man who was working stopped what he was doing, looked up, and shot her a cold glance, "Drink a little, and then climb into my bed? What, haven't you had enough of this clumsy trick?"
"No, I didn't."
Zhao Wuyan's face suddenly turned a shade paler.
Bringing up the past was undeniably telling her the fact that she had been forcibly taken to the hospital for an abortion, and also reminding her of the incident where she climbed into Tang Ziwei's bed.
But more than that, it was humiliation.