"If you can't even do the basic things right, you're not a qualified PR," Lan Shu replied without looking up.
Meng Jingwei lay on the sofa, holding the script, her gaze occasionally glancing at Lan Shu who was furiously typing on her keyboard. She felt an inexplicable sense of joy.
If only she hadn't lost her memory, Meng Jingwei would have had so many things to tell her.
But now, she couldn't bring herself to say anything.
"Alright, that's it for today. I'm leaving."
Just as Meng Jingwei was pondering, Lan Shu closed her laptop and stood up, ready to leave.
Meng Jingwei immediately asked, "Where are you going?"
"Firstly, I'm your agent. You don't need to inquire about my affairs; secondly, I'm not your assistant. You don't need me to be with you twenty-four hours a day." With that, she put her laptop into her bag and turned to leave.
Her best friend of over a year, who she had only spent the morning with, was about to leave. How could Meng Jingwei bear it?
She had a flash of inspiration and found an excuse, "I accidentally injured Su Meiyi on set. This will definitely trend. If you leave, who will handle it for me?"
"It can be handled even when I'm not by your side."
Lan Shu said this while carrying her laptop bag towards the door.
Meng Jingwei immediately put on her slippers and chased her to the doorway, only to watch helplessly as Lan Shu walked to the elevator, pressed the down button, entered the elevator, and disappeared from view.
Ding—
The sound of the elevator doors closing signaled that Lan Shu had gone down.
Meng Jingwei stared blankly for a few seconds, then turned back into the room and made a video call to Qing Muye.
At the same time, at Zhuo Rui Technology.
Qin Muye was in his office processing documents when his phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was a video call from Meng Jingwei. A smile involuntarily curved his lips as he answered.
Meng Jingwei's face appeared on the screen. Her fair and clean bare face, with her long hair casually draped, exuded a lazy, feminine charm that made him miss her.
"I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long yesterday."
Qing Muye held his phone and apologized devoutly to Meng Jingwei, then said, "As soon as I knew about your situation this morning, I returned to Lancheng to find Lü Sen. You already know the rest."
Although Meng Jingwei was displeased that Qing Muye had gone to the hospital to care for Lan Qingwan last night, she felt her slight unhappiness vanish as she thought about how he had quietly done many things for her today.
She nestled on the sofa, hugging a pillow, and tilted her head to ask him, "I want to hear about Shu Yao's situation."
Qing Muye propped his phone on the table, leaning against the computer screen, so Meng Jingwei could see him more clearly. "It's a long story…" He furrowed his brow and sighed wistfully.
Then he continued, "You know about Shu Yao's past. Anthony and Qing Sihui caused her immense psychological damage. After she left Country C, she went to Anonymous Island."
Meng Jingwei knew about Anonymous Island.
After she married Qing Muye, Old Master Chen had wanted to send her to Anonymous Island.
It was a very mysterious place, a veritable devil's training camp, capable of molding an elite talent in just one year.
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but sigh, "She only knows a bit of taekwondo. Could she endure Anonymous Island? I heard they only sleep four or five hours a day there?"
"There are only four hours of sleep per day, and all other time is spent on various training," Qing Muye corrected her. "Shu Yao is not as delicate as you think. Perhaps burdened by a deep hatred, she never complained of hardship, no matter how tired she was. Until one day, she learned that her family had gone bankrupt and her biological parents had nowhere to go. She fell into deep self-reproach and, unable to cope, wanted to commit suicide…"