Meng Weixi held a meeting with senior management, mainly to hear about the publicity and distribution arrangements for recent film and television projects. The meeting ended after lunchtime, so Meng Weixi arranged a banquet and personally accompanied the guests. At eight o'clock, he dismissed his secretary and returned to his office alone.
Zhang Yijie got up from the sofa and smelled the alcohol on him. "Have you been drinking?"
Meng Weixi walked to the fish tank, took out a packet of fish food, and sprinkled it in half-heartedly. He seemed listless, wearing a black shirt, like an empty night. He said, "I drank a little bit."
Zhang Yijie said, "Take care of yourself. Your mother called me yesterday and asked me to keep an eye on you."
Meng Wei focused intently on feeding the fish, without saying a word.
Zhang Yijie understood that his relationship with his family had never been good, especially with his mother. The reasons were varied, but he didn't need to guess to know why.
Once you've seen the ocean, other waters seem insignificant; once you've beheld the clouds of Wushan, other clouds
My devoted love has been in vain, yet I still can't forget it.
After reporting some work to him, Zhang Yijie said, "Su Ying will have to postpone joining the crew for a few days."
Meng Weixi turned his head to the side. "The reason."
“She had an allergic reaction and got an IV drip at the performing arts center this afternoon, but it didn’t help, so she went straight to the hospital tonight.” Zhang Yijie smiled. “Xiao Zhao visited her this morning and brought a box of mangoes.”
Meng Weixi frowned. "Didn't you tell Xiaoxi that Su Ying is severely allergic to mangoes?"
Zhang Yijie said sheepishly, "Sorry, I forgot."
"She doesn't usually follow entertainment news," Meng Weixi said. "It's normal that she doesn't know the situation. How is Su Ying doing?"
"She's still in the hospital, with large red rashes on her face and neck. It's strange, though; she's affected by the smell of mangoes, let alone food," Zhang Yijie said. "Mr. Meng, I'll go to the hospital to see her tomorrow."
"Order a bouquet of flowers at eight in the morning, and also let the hospital know." Meng Weixi put down the fish food. "I'll go myself."
Zhang Yijie was stunned for a moment, then realized that Meng Weixi was afraid that Su Ying would hold a grudge against Zhao Xiyin, so she went to act as a mediator.
A short while later, the office door opened, and it was Guan Qian.
Meng Weixi told Zhang Yijie to get some rest, clearly indicating that he had something to discuss with Guan Qian.
As soon as the door closed, Meng Weixi asked, "Did you find it?"
Guan Qian came straight here after getting off the plane from Washington. He nodded, "Yes."
"Did Xiaoxi stay at her aunt's for the longest two and a half months just to accompany Zhao Lingxia?"
Guan Qian said yes.
Meng Weixi remained calm.
"President Meng." Guan Qian hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
Meng Weixi looked up. "You have something to say?"
“I’ve found out something else.” Guan Qian rarely hesitated like this.
Meng Weixi stared directly at him, his gaze oppressive and silent.
Guan Qian carefully chose his words and nervously told him the news.
There was no wind under the moon, but the chill of the winter night seemed to seep through the sealed glass, seeping into Meng Weixi in waves. It seeped into his collar and cuffs; his bones felt hard and fragile, as if they could crumble at the slightest touch.
Guan Qian asked anxiously, "President Meng?"
Meng Weixi staggered, gripping the edge of the table tightly to steady himself. His heart felt like it had been swept away by a hurricane, leaving only wreckage.
Chapter 56 Youthful Years Wasted (2)
Wasted youth (2)
Meng Weixi and Zhou Qishen had clashed countless times, each time causing serious damage and resulting in mutual losses. Two days after Guan Qian's report, Meng Weixi reacted as usual, visiting the set of a major IP film in Shanghai and attending a meeting at the China Film Bureau.
The accompanying administrative secretary observed that Meng Weixi appeared normal on the surface, but was actually not in good spirits. He chatted and laughed in a crowd, but when alone behind closed doors, he often drifted into a daze.
On Wednesday, Meng Weixi had a social engagement at Beihu. The courtyard-style garden, though man-made with artificial rockeries and streams, was pleasing to the eye and mind. After a few rounds of drinks, Meng Weixi asked his secretary to accompany him while he went outside for some fresh air.
Enemies meet on a narrow road.
The corridor twisted and turned ten times. He walked slowly and came face to face with Zhou Qishen.
Zhou Qishen was also busy with social engagements. As the dinner was drawing to a close, he went out for a smoke to relieve his fatigue. He slowly stubbed out his cigarette, raised the corner of his eye, and walked towards the private room next door.
They're all shrewd old foxes; there are no outsiders here, so there's no need to feign ignorance. Meng Weixi stepped in after him and slammed the door shut behind him.
Zhou Qishen sat in his chair, gently swirling his teacup as he watched the tea's color gradually deepen, the tea leaves unfurling in the water. Meng Weixi sat calmly opposite him, her tone even and restrained, "I heard that President Zhou was injured a few days ago, causing quite a stir. Have you found out who did it?"
Zhou Qi chuckled, "A petty person is like a rat, running around everywhere. What, is President Meng going to generously help me out?"
Meng Weixi's lips curled up. "If you need it, I'm not a stingy person. But Brother Zhou, I have to remind you, it's okay not to know the truth, but framing someone is beneath your dignity."
Zhou Qishen's eyes were mischievous. "I'm not like President Meng. President Meng is a chosen one of heaven who needs fame, fortune and face. I don't need status. I'm greedy for money and lustful. I'm guarding my own little plot of land, and no one can take it from me."
These arrogant words enraged Meng Weixi, who slammed her palms on the table. "Your injury has nothing to do with me. Why did you tell Xiaoxi that I did it?"
Zhao Xiyin's questioning from that day still echoed in her ears; she truly believed that he had hurt Zhou Qishen. The injustice Meng Weixi carried was truly heartbreaking.
Zhou Qishen's smile didn't reach his eyes. "I didn't name names, but she thought of you herself. What can I do? Tsk, I didn't know that Brother Meng had such a barbaric and violent impression on Xiao Xi."
With minimal effort, Zhou Qishen was a master of deflecting force; he could strike at the snake's vital point with deadly accuracy. Meng Weixi's face was cold and stern, his eyes devoid of warmth. "Zhou Qishen, you are a shameless scoundrel."
Zhou Qishen's gaze also turned icy cold in an instant, "When you say that, you should think about yourself. The name Zhao Xiyin has had nothing to do with you for five years. When it comes to begging and pleading, I truly admit defeat."