"You should ask him, not me."
Qing Muye indeed couldn't answer Lu Yanming's question. "However, Old Han called earlier saying we'll go to Jiangnan tomorrow to see Xiao Si together."
"Alright, we'll go together tomorrow."
Lu Yanming patted his leg and stood up. "I'll head back to the company to wrap up some matters. Otherwise, going to Jiangnan tomorrow will mean delaying things by another day or two."
Especially Shen Liannuo; if he didn't settle that troublesome woman, Lu Yanming wouldn't feel at ease leaving.
...
Yancheng, Film City.
Xiao Cheng sat in the car, watching Meng Jingwei approach from afar. He leaned back in the driver's seat, his cigarette-holding hand resting on the window frame, letting the biting cold wind blow on the cigarette, carrying away wisps of smoke. The tip of the cigarette glowed intermittently.
Until the cigarette burned down, and the glowing tip scorched his finger, he flinched and immediately released his grip.
His thoughts snapping back, Xiao Cheng honked the car horn.
Beep—
The car horn sounded once, and Meng Jingwei looked over. She quickened her pace, walked to the passenger side, and opened the door to get in.
She was still wearing a black trench coat, a red scarf around her neck, her long hair down, and a black beret, which made her skin appear exceptionally fair. She exuded a youthful, vibrant beauty.
"Why are you here again today?"
Earlier that afternoon, Meng Jingwei had been busy filming on set. During a break, Xiao Cheng had called, saying he had business in Yancheng that day and invited her to dinner.
Xiao Cheng handed a contract to Meng Jingwei. "Here, take a look."
"What's this?" Meng Jingwei asked, confused.
Xiao Cheng reached out and turned on the car's interior light, starting the engine simultaneously. "You'll know when you look."
He was deliberately being mysterious.
Meng Jingwei opened the contract and glanced at it, her eyes widening in surprise. "You... you're the prop designer for our crew?"
It was utterly unbelievable.
She turned her head, staring at Xiao Cheng in disbelief. "Is it true?"
It was too unexpected.
Having known Xiao Cheng for so many years, she had never known he was a prop designer!
"To be precise, I'm responsible for prop production. Designing that stuff is a waste of time," Xiao Cheng said, glancing at Meng Jingwei. His eyes were full of smiles, a hint of smugness, like a child waiting for praise.
"No wonder," Meng Jingwei said, tossing the contract onto the back seat. Thinking about the recent issues on set, she asked, "You must have known about the problems that occurred in the crew earlier, right?"
"I know."
"Right, you mentioned before that you had business in Lancheng. You weren't looking to talk to Director Li about prop-related matters, were you?"
Meng Jingwei hit the nail on the head.
Xiao Cheng nodded slightly. "Yes."
"Tsk tsk... you've been hiding it well," Meng Jingwei said, a mix of amusement and exasperation in her voice.
As she thought about it, she felt a bit puzzled. "You're Antina's husband now. Doing such small work doesn't quite fit your status."
She shook her head, finding it hard to believe.
Xiao Cheng focused on driving, explaining, "Life as a live-in son-in-law isn't as easy as you might imagine. It's just planning for the future, leaving myself a way out."
He said it lightly, but his words came from the heart.
Though Meng Jingwei couldn't personally feel the weight of his words, she could tell he was in a difficult situation.
Her gaze dimmed slightly, and she involuntarily recalled past events. "I understand."
The two went to a nearby Chinese restaurant, ordered some food, and chatted while eating. The atmosphere was quite cordial.
Earlier, Meng Jingwei hadn't wanted Xiao Cheng to seek her out because she didn't want him to be overly kind to her and wished to maintain a certain distance.