Does this have anything to do with the unfortunate encounters before, leading to post-traumatic stress disorder?
"Fine, if you don't want to be close, then don't be," Meng Jingwei didn't say much more. She moved to sit opposite Lan Shu, crossed her legs, and rested her chin on her knees, tilting her head to stare intently at Lan Shu.
Lan Shu, feeling scrutinized, became uncomfortable. She furrowed her brow, "Do you like women?"
"Ah? What?"
Meng Jingwei was taken aback and then chuckled. "No, no, no, my sexual orientation is completely normal. I only like men."
"Then why are you staring at me like that?" Lan Shu's expression was cold, especially with her short hair, giving off an aura of coolness and an "unapproachable" vibe.
Seeing her so distant, Meng Jingwei's heart twitched. Her gaze towards Lan Shu was filled with sympathy and pity.
It was a heartfelt concern for her.
Lan Shu met her gaze, her brow furrowed again.
After a few seconds of silence, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Do you know me?"
Meng Jingwei: "..."
She desperately wanted to say yes, and to tell Lan Shu that Antony was dead and her revenge was complete.
But the painful past experiences that touched Lan Shu were something Meng Jingwei dared not mention lightly, fearing it would upset her.
Amnesia, for Lan Shu, was a new beginning and also a liberation.
As for the past, she could only wait to ask Qing Muyue himself next time she saw him.
"This is our first meeting, how could I possibly know you?" Meng Jingwei shook her head, turning her face away so Lan Shu wouldn't notice the sadness and loneliness on her face.
"Since we don't know each other, what's the meaning of you constantly looking at me with pity?" Lan Shu pressed.
Meng Jingwei pursed her lips, took a deep breath, blinked her eyes to relieve the dryness and stinging, and then smiled playfully, "I was just thinking, you're so aloof, you probably don't have many friends. I have to tell you, I used to be quite aloof too, so people avoided me. You, you could try to get closer to people. Getting closer might be better for you."
She wanted to guide Lan Shu.
However, Lan Shu scoffed, "I don't need friends."
Lan Shu indeed disliked making friends. In her subconscious, no one was worthy of trust.
In this world, the only person she could believe in was herself.
With that, she returned to her work, her expression growing somber as she looked at the gossip about Meng Jingwei online. "How did you get so much negative press? You've only just entered the industry, and you have so much dirt on you!"
"If I didn't have much negative press, wouldn't that make my agent's abilities seem less impressive? Lu Sen just said earlier that your public relations skills are outstanding. I'm looking forward to it." Meng Jingwei pointed at the scandalous news on her computer screen, smiling with a relaxed and indifferent demeanor.
In reality, Meng Jingwei didn't care about those scandals at all. In fact, if she were willing to deal with them, it would be very easy, but she disdained to do so.
Since Lan Shu was back, she might as well use this opportunity to test Lan Shu's current public relations capabilities.
After Meng Jingwei spoke, Lan Shu remained silent, only lowering her head to look at the computer, her brow furrowed in thought.
Not wanting to disturb Lan Shu, Meng Jingwei got up and brewed her a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, adding milk and sugar.
She placed the coffee in front of Lan Shu, then called housekeeping to order a fruit platter.
Afterward, she lay down on the sofa, her gaze fixed on Lan Shu without blinking.
Meng Jingwei didn't know where Lan Shu had been injured when she was disfigured, but after the plastic surgery, she was still beautiful, and her features had become more defined, exuding an air of heroism.