She Lives without Regret in This Life

Meng Ping's gaze swept over the entire backstage area but he couldn't find Bai Oulan. Impatiently, he interrupted, "Where's Bai Oulan?"

Su Yun was taken aback, "Didn't you always call her 'elder sister-in-law'?"

"Never mind that, just tell me where she is!" Meng Ping's harsh tone made the atmosphere backstage quite eerie, frightening others into silence.

Su Yun felt dissatisfied but had to hold back.

"Gu Jun, have you seen Olan?"

Gu Jun shook his head, "Her part was over before the show ended, I haven't seen her since."

Meng Ping smiled sinisterly upon hearing this. As a veteran of romance, things happening after the show were a usual affair for him. Was Bai Oulan so eager to meet her lover?

Was she that desperate for a man? To this extent?

Meng Ping stood expressionless on the spot, but his imposing aura made even Su Yun shudder with fear.

"Meng Ping, let's go back!" Su Yun took the initiative to say.

"No need!" He brushed off Su Yun, "You stay here, I have other things to attend to!" After saying this, he strode away under everyone's gaze.

After leaving the backstage, Du Xiaosong had already been waiting outside with the little fat man.

"Boss, what's up? Just say it," the little fat man said, rubbing his hands together excitedly, eager to stir up some trouble.

"Find her for me, make sure you find Bai Oulan. Remember, don't alert anyone after you find her, call me, understand?"

"Don't worry, boss, I've been here since I was a kid, I know the place."

After saying this, the little fat man split up with Du Xiaosong to start the search, while Meng Ping settled down on a stone bench. The cold stone bench on a winter night was chilling to the bone, yet Meng Ping seemed unaffected.

He sat as solid as Mount Tai, lighting a cigar for himself and smoking it slowly.

The pungent smell of the cigar entered his nostrils, making him calmer, his eyes growing increasingly melancholic, filled with endless sorrow.

Jiang Shaobo came out from backstage and immediately spotted Meng Ping. No, to be more exact, he spotted the cigar in Meng Ping's hand.

"What's that? Don't tell me it's just like the cigars from the movies?"

"Yes, want one?" Meng Ping tossed the remaining half-box of cigars directly to Jiang Shaobo, not caring that they were almost impossible to get in the Mainland.

"That's really thoughtful!" Jiang Shaobo sat down next to him but jumped up immediately, "How can you sit in such a cold place?"

"If you can't sit, then get out!"

"Just for this cigar, I'll risk it like a gentleman." Jiang Shaobo gritted his teeth and sat down, lighting one for himself and enjoying the smoke. "Everyone said you've made a fortune, all in US dollars, I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems it's true!"

"Just making a living!" Meng Ping said lazily.

Jiang Shaobo suddenly turned, looking seriously at him, "How come you've changed so much since you came back from your grandfather's?"

"Have I?"

"Definitely!"

"Maybe it's because I almost died?"

"Are you such a coward?"

"Of course not!" Meng Ping flicked off some ash, "Then it must be because I was struck by love."

"Hahaha…" Jiang Shaobo seemed to hear a hilarious joke, laughing until he hit his leg, "I can't imagine these words coming from you, struck by love... Hahaha... Aren't you usually the one striking at love? The number of girls you've dumped could probably form an enhanced company, right?"

Meng Ping kicked him, irritated, "Watch your words! Where's Shen Yu? Don't you two usually stick together?"