GBP Chapter 115 Time Until Death
Chapter 115 Time Until Death
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Tang Qian also called Chen Musheng's assistant, Ju Zi, and asked her to come to AG Entertainment to report for duty.
Around noon, Chen Musheng posted a statement on his Weibo account.
Following this were the blacklist released by AG Entertainment's studio and the police's certificate regarding the assault incident.
This news sparked another round of heated discussion on Weibo.
Fortunately, Tang Qian had already dealt with most of the situation beforehand.
The online public opinion regarding Chen Musheng's assault incident is no longer the same as before.
On the contrary, I felt that he was very responsible and courageous.
The fact that he would go to such lengths for someone he likes shows that he is a very sentimental person.
Regardless of whether he had ulterior motives, his feelings for Tang Qian cannot be denied.
As for his fans, most of them felt sorry for him.
There was no excessive reaction when he admitted to the relationship.
Overall, the public opinion is quite good.
Tang Qian, Meng Tingwan, and Chen Musheng were eating at the restaurant, scrolling through posts on their phones, and their hearts were relaxed.
"Qianqian, how's your investigation of Duan Xiangheng going?"
Now that Chen Musheng's matter has been settled, the next step is to deal with other matters.
Duan Xiangheng dug a really big hole this time; they almost fell into it.
Tang Qian had also confirmed with the police that Duan Xiangheng had taken all the blame upon himself and hadn't said anything else.
“He didn’t do anything outrageous this time, so the police couldn’t file a case or detain him. They could only treat it as a regular fight.”
Meng Tingwan also thought of this, "But his existence still poses a hidden danger, and we don't know where Duan Zhiwei is now."
"I've already had someone keeping an eye on Duan Xiangheng. If there's any movement, I'll know immediately."
Tang Qian had made ample preparations this time, and she didn't believe those people could hold back.
Chen Musheng remained silent until after the meal. After the three of them parted ways and sat in the car, he took Tang Qian's hand in his palm and stroked the design on her nail polish with his fingertips.
Tang Qian noticed his mood and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just feel like I can't be of much help in this matter." Chen Musheng forced a smile.
"So sentimental, that's not like you."
Tang Qian knew what he was worried about, so she reached out and stroked his cheek, saying softly, "Asheng, my affairs with the Duan family have nothing to do with you. You were dragged into this mess by force. Don't feel bad about it, really."
Chen Musheng didn't want things to be this way, but he was afraid—afraid that Tang Qian would leave him.
I hate myself even more for being unable to do anything.
"Honey, I will work hard to earn money to support you."
Tang Qian raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I'll be waiting for you."
"Can I still live with you?"
"That's possible, but my place is too far from your company, which is inconvenient. If you have any upcoming events, it would be better if you stayed in the city center."
After Tang Qian finished speaking, she thought for a moment, then took out her phone from her bag. "How about this, I'll buy an apartment in the city, and you can move in there. You won't have to live in that old place anymore."
Chen Musheng wasn't concerned about the house; he only cared about one question: "Will you live with me?"
Tang Qian sent a message to her assistant, then turned to look at him and suddenly kissed him on the cheek. "Didn't you call me your wife? If we're not living together, where are we living?"
Chen Musheng couldn't hide the surprise on his face. He pulled Tang Qian into his arms and said, "Thank you, my wife."
Tang Qian was completely aroused by him and couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.
Luckily, we were waiting at a traffic light, otherwise there would have been a traffic accident.
After finally getting Tang Qian to her company, Chen Musheng drove home alone, saying he would pick her up that evening.
Back at the villa, he parked his car in the garage and got out when his phone suddenly rang.
As Chen Musheng locked the car, he took it out to look at it and found that it was an unknown number.
I didn't want to answer, but when I saw the address showed it was in Guangdong, I answered it.
"Hey."
"Ah Sheng, it's been a long time."
As soon as the voice came from the other end, Chen Musheng froze in his tracks, his expression instantly stiffening and, upon closer inspection, revealing a hint of ruthlessness.
"Where are you?"
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Autumn in Guangdong is very short; winter arrives almost overnight.
Yesterday the temperature was in the twenties, but today it has dropped to single digits.
After finishing her meal, Meng Tingwan went upstairs to change into a thicker coat.
After getting dressed, she walked out of the dressing room and her gaze fell on the calendar on the bedside table.
The timeline above is still set in September.
Meng Tingwan suddenly remembered the question Cheng Yu had asked her last night.
He asked himself why he marked every day with an X.
How did I reply?
She said, "It's because someone said that this way time can pass more slowly."
Meng Tingwan sighed, a faint trace of sorrow appearing between her brows.
She walked over, and just as she was about to bend down and pick up the calendar, she felt a metallic taste rise in her throat.
Immediately afterwards, a drop of blood fell onto the dark brown carpet.
Meng Tingwan quickly covered her mouth and ran into the bathroom.
She braced herself against the sink and spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained blood clots.
Not only that, but blood was also flowing from his nose.
Meng Tingwan fumbled to turn on the water pipe, then kept washing the blood from her nose and mouth with her hands.
Only after a sharp pain shot through her head did she finally let out a soft cry, unable to bear it any longer.
The pain lasted for about a minute before it subsided somewhat.
Meng Tingwan remained bent over without moving for a while before slowly raising her face to look at herself in the mirror.
His face was pale, with bloodstains still visible at the corners of his mouth and nose, and his hair was slightly disheveled with empty, lifeless eyes.
Where is the glamorous image of a movie queen in this state?
All that remained was a state of utter disarray.
Meng Tingwan chuckled self-deprecatingly and raised her hand to touch her face.
Only then did I realize that, without my noticing, my tears had mixed with the water.
When did she become so prone to crying?
Meng Tingwan thought for a moment, and it seemed to have started after she got together with Cheng Yu.
I never imagined that one day I would be afraid of death.
She turned on the water again and washed her face once more.
After calming herself down, Meng Tingwan finally left the bathroom.
She turned the calendar to a new month.
I marked each day with an "X" until today.
Meng Tingwan put down her pen and put the calendar back on the table.
Since we can't change the outcome, let's focus on resolving the current issues and say goodbye to everyone properly.
Just then, a message notification sounded on the hand next to me, followed by a rapid ringing of the phone.
"Wanwan, look at the trending topic I sent you! The Meng Group's overseas branch is under investigation!"
Tang Qian's voice was loud, filled with disbelief.
"Okay." Meng Tingwan turned on speakerphone, tapped the interface, and saw a prominent title: Meng Group's overseas branch suspected of money laundering.
Tang Qian did not believe the news was true.
With such a large family fortune, the Meng family would never need to launder money.
"Wanwan, didn't you say a few days ago that the Meng family was going to hold a shareholders' meeting to appoint a new leader? Do you think this mishap is deliberately obstructing things in order to prolong the process?"
This sentence reminded Meng Tingwan, and she immediately thought of someone.
"Qianqian, I won't tell you now. I think I know who it is."