Yancheng, Film and Television City.
After two days of rest, Meng Jingwei returned to the film crew.
However, due to her sustained popularity, many reporters were still waiting outside the set to interview her. Fortunately, she had deliberately disguised herself before leaving, managing to evade them.
Upon entering the set, Meng Jingwei went to report to the director and found that Su Meiyi had also returned to work with her injuries.
"Hahaha, I really admire the drive of you young people to go all out."
Director Li praised Su Meiyi, "You've truly impressed me."
Tang Wanxing, standing nearby, chimed in, "Yes, I also feel that Meiyi is tough and can endure hardships. She'll definitely be a great actress in the future."
Su Meiyi, beaming with pride from the compliments, replied, "Thank you, Director, thank you, Sister Wanxing."
"Director Li."
Meng Jingwei walked in and greeted Director Li.
Director Li glanced at Meng Jingwei, feeling both annoyed and helpless, and for a long time, didn't want to address her.
"Have you seen the surveillance video online? Have you found who swapped the prop?" Meng Jingwei, ignoring whether Director Li would respond, directly inquired about the incident from that day.
Although the video of the prop swap had been released, the person who secretly swapped the prop had yet to be found.
Director Li, knowing he was in the wrong, pouted and said, "The person has been found. It was an extra from the crew. They claimed they couldn't distinguish between the prop and the real sword and got confused."
The perfunctory excuse was something even Director Li himself didn't believe.
However, everyone present was intelligent and no one pressed the issue.
Meng Jingwei knew Director Li was lying and that Tang Wanxing was undeniably involved in the scheme; meanwhile, Su Meiyi felt that Director Li was biased towards Meng Jingwei, casually scapegoating someone to smooth things over.
Tang Wanxing looked up, and her gaze met Meng Jingwei's, only to both avert their eyes to different directions at the same moment.
"Alright, everyone stop standing here. Go do whatever you need to do." Director Li waved his hand, signaling everyone to get busy.
Although they had arrived at the set, there was still the matter of makeup and changing clothes, which took up considerable time.
Meng Jingwei turned and walked out of the lounge. As soon as she exited, Su Meiyi followed closely behind. "Meng Jingwei, don't think that just because you found a scapegoat to take the blame, I'll believe you're innocent. You're just still holding a grudge against me for hitting you back then, so you're finding every way to get revenge on me!"
Walking side by side, Su Meiyi lowered her voice.
After all, they were in the film crew, and a semblance of peaceful relations had to be maintained.
Meng Jingwei's red lips curved into an arc, a smile without words.
Some people considered themselves clever, preferring to remain immersed in their self-created illusions rather than step out and see the truth. How truly pathetic.
"Hey, Meng Meng."
As the two were walking, they saw Qiao Ziqian call out from a distance and wave to her.
He jogged over, holding a bag of potato chips, and directly extended it, "Here, want some potato chips? Original flavor, they're pretty good."
Seeing this, Su Meiyi glanced at the two of them, her eyes showing undisguised disdain and contempt. "Sharing a bag of potato chips too." She looked at Meng Jingwei meaningfully, gave a sarcastic smile, and then walked away with confident steps, her chin held high, swaggering.
Qiao Ziqian turned his head to watch Su Meiyi's retreating figure, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
In an instant, the coldness in his eyes dissipated. When he turned back to Meng Jingwei, his face was once again as warm as the spring breeze in March, and he sheepishly scratched his head, "Did I embarrass you?"
Qiao Ziqian was a person with immense acting talent. Even when putting on an act, he could do so flawlessly.
Meng Jingwei sensed Qiao Ziqian's 'awkwardness.' To ease the tension, she reached into the bag of potato chips Qiao Ziqian was holding, took out a chip, and bit into it with a satisfying crunch. "Tastes good, quite delicious."