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Chapter 57: 057 Sorry for the offense, crafty Brother Yan [1 update]

Chapter 57: 057 Sorry for the offense, crafty Brother Yan [1 update]

Jiang Xulin never paid much attention to the entertainment industry, but he was well aware of Quan Zhaoning’s status.

At a dining table, Quan Zhaoning was a presence that even celebrities would toast to.

She truly held numerous resources in film, fashion, and endorsements, and even large entertainment companies sought to negotiate with her.

“Okay then, I and the boss will wait for Auntie,” Jiang Xulin said to Quan Zhaoning, then after a couple of sentences, he hung up and shook his phone, “My aunt is on her way.”

Ye Wanlan’s eyebrows twitched, “Alright, we’ll wait for President Quan by the costume coordination department, and I’ll take another look at your hand.”

Jiang Xulin wanted to say it was not necessary, but insurance worth a hundred million made him obediently sit down.

However, he was still harboring doubts—

Could Su embroidery really be revitalized in Shenzhou, reach beyond its borders, and compete on the world stage?

This was something his parents and generations before them had never achieved, and he was still too young.

But Ye Wanlan had even cured his hand, maybe she could also achieve such a seemingly insurmountable feat.

How could a girl of merely eighteen possess such formidable determination?

Jiang Xulin’s gaze carried a hint of inquiry.

Was there some unspeakable secret?

Outside, the staff of the “Annus Mirabilis” crew were bustling about, barely able to find a moment of rest.

Another hour passed before the bustle subsided enough for a brief respite, and Quan Zhaoning finally arrived on set.

She only brought two bodyguards and did not even have her assistant with her.

“President Quan?!” The producer gasped, quickly stepping forward, “Why didn’t you say anything before you came?”

The largest investor of “Annus Mirabilis” was none other than the Zhaoyan Group, and Quan Zhaoning was its chairwoman. Even the staff at the Zhaoyan Group’s headquarters rarely saw her, so why would she deign to visit a drama set?

“I came in a hurry, thought I’d stop by on the way to have a look.” Quan Zhaoning took off her sunglasses, shook them, and put them back on, “Where’s the costume coordination department?”

“This way, please,” the producer said as he led the way, explaining softly, “President Quan, we start shooting officially tomorrow, and it’s exceptionally busy today. There might not be time to entertain you properly, please don’t take any offense.”

“No need,” Quan Zhaoning said indifferently, “I’m just here to look around, you don’t need to guide me; go about your business.”

The producer took the hint, “Yes, President Quan.”

Quan Zhaoning gestured for her bodyguards to fall back a few steps and keep their distance.

She never showed her face in public, so without someone leading the way, the others on set were unaware of her identity.

Quan Zhaoning suddenly stopped and turned to stand under a tree.

Not far away, beneath a gazebo, Yeh Jialing, wearing a sun hat, was standing up to Nie Shuangyi.

Her face bore an expression of arrogance, vastly different from the personality displayed on TV.

“Nie Shuangyi, don’t think that just because you’ve been shoehorned into the ‘Annus Mirabilis’ crew by the company, you can transform from a sparrow into a phoenix,” Yeh Jialing said, looking down with disdain, “You’d best behave, don’t stir up trouble, or you can forget about acting in a film again; you won’t even be able to play an extra.”

Nie Shuangyi, arms crossed, stared back at her, “Did you know, I just bought a new recording pen yesterday.”

Yeh Jialing’s expression changed, “What are you planning to do? You think anyone would believe you? Hand it over right now!”

“Enough, I was just kidding. Look how scared you are,” Nie Shuangyi said icily, “If you’re scared, then pretend properly. Stop hanging around me, or I might have to slap you.”

“You…!” Yeh Jialing’s anger surged, but it was as if she suddenly thought of something, and she broke into a laugh, “Nie Shuangyi, you’d better cherish your current life.”

After both had left, Quan Zhaoning headed back towards the costume coordination department.

“Auntie, you’re here– Ah–!” Jiang Xulin had barely opened the door when he was suddenly struck with pain.

He clutched his head, looking bewildered.

“This kid hasn’t caused you any trouble, has he?” Quan Zhaoning handed the gift she brought to Ye Wanlan.

“Auntie, what are you talking about?” Jiang Xulin protested hoarsely, “I’m the most good-natured in our family.”

Cheng Qingli: “…The, the most good-natured?”

How bad could the worst one be?

“No, he’s been good,” Ye Wanlan nodded, “President Quan, you’ve taken time out of your busy schedule to come here.”

“Don’t be so formal; it’s also good that I came—I caught a bit of gossip straight away,” Quan Zhaoning sat down.

Cheng Qingli was curious, “What gossip?”

Quan Zhaoning briefly recounted the incident, “The young stars nowadays really are interesting.”

From her description, Cheng Qingli deduced, “One is the female lead Yeh Jialing of this series, and the other is Nie Shuangyi, who plays the fifth female role.”

“Nie Shuangyi…” Quan Zhaoning frowned, “I haven’t heard of this actress before. Looking at her file, she seems to have a lot of haters, which at her level of attractiveness doesn’t quite add up.”

“With her nasty temper, who would want to protect her, allowing her to survive in entertainment?” Jiang Xulin shrugged, “It’s nothing but the company lining up resources for her to accompany others. When she refused, she was shelved and deliberately suppressed. What other reasons could there be?”

Quan Zhaoning’s expression turned cold, “Such companies are unacceptable!”

She despised using capital to coerce others, but she didn’t mind using others’ tactics against them.

Ye Wanlan smiled, “President Quan, would you be interested in signing her to Zhaoyan Group’s entertainment subsidiary under your command?”

“Sure, I was actually thinking of putting you in charge of this subsidiary,” Quan Zhaoning agreed readily, “Consider it a gift from me. You don’t need to feel any burden over it.”

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll carve up your conglomerate?”

“You cured Xiao Lin’s illness. As his relative, I have no way to repay you. What’s one subsidiary?” Quan Zhaoning sighed lightly, “My own health is secondary, but I will absolutely not tolerate my power being stolen by some people’s illegitimate means.”

Ever since Ye Wanlan pointed out the poisoning by someone close to her, she had become completely guarded.

But to avoid tipping off the perpetrators, Quan Zhaoning continued to act normally on the surface.

“I can rest easy with you in charge. If you can find the murderer of my sister and brother-in-law—” Quan Zhaoning paused, “I wouldn’t mind handing over the entire Zhaoyan Group to you.”

“Snap—”

Cheng Qingli’s pen dropped, and she widened her eyes.

If this news got out, everyone in the circle would think that Quan Zhaoning had gone mad, and it would infuriate all those who had been coveting her assets.

“I will look into this matter, not for power,” Ye Wanlan declined Quan Zhaoning’s offer.

Quan Zhaoning, puzzled, asked, “Then for what?”

Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, “For Shenzhou.”

Whoever hindered the revival of Shenzhou and its standing at the pinnacle of the world was her enemy.

Quan Zhaoning was shaken and after a long while, she exhaled deeply, “It seems my own vision was too narrow. Alright! I will be there the moment you need me.”

Her phone ‘dinged’ with a message, and Ye Wanlan looked down— it was a voice message.

[Patient no. 1]: Drunken Flower Pavilion Teahouse has prepared some food, when will Miss Ye come to see the patient?

His words were elegant, and his voice clear and pleasing.

But what flashed through Ye Wanlan’s mind was the man she saw at Little Gold Mountain, with his long white hair and cold facial features.

She typed a reply.

[Hmm, after I finish my work, I’ll come over in a bit.]

“I’m going to have dinner,” Ye Wanlan waved her hand, “At the end of the month, the financial department will add your overtime pay to your salary and transfer it to your accounts.”

Cheng Qingli started counting on her fingers how much she would earn.

Jiang Xulin was uninterested in money, for he had never lacked it all his life.

He was more curious about where Ye Wanlan was going, “Is she going on a date? Otherwise, why wouldn’t she take us two along for dinner?”

Cheng Qingli, who was busy calculating money, became furious, “You romance-addled brain!”

Jiang Xulin: “…”

It was just a casual question, he felt wronged.

After leaving the set, Ye Wanlan took the subway to her appointment.

Five-thirty in the afternoon, at the Drunken Flower Pavilion Teahouse.

Little bridges over flowing water, the melodious and graceful sound of the pipa, like pearls and jewels dropping onto plates.

In a private room, several plates of delicate pastries were served.

“Come on, come on, Student Ye, eat up,” Rong Yu invited, “The head chef of this teahouse is said to be a descendant of a royal court chef, these are delicacies that only ancient royalty had access to, we must taste them properly.”

Ye Wanlan picked up a lotus seed pastry.

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It melted in her mouth, sweet but not greasy.

Though not quite the same as what she had tasted in her past life, the flavor was indeed much the same.

This was also why Shenzhou had never undergone complete dynastic break—

There were always a few who inherited and carried on, unceasing in their efforts, with a long and enduring legacy.

Yan Tingfeng did not touch the pastries, continuing to slowly drink his tea.

After Ye Wanlan finished, she turned her head, “Did you drink the medicine I gave you?”

“I did,” replied Yan Tingfeng as he stretched out his hand, his voice gentle with a smile, “Would you like to check?”

His hand was slender, with distinct joints, sickly pale.

Ye Wanlan also reached out, placing her hand in his palm.

Still very cold, but compared to last time, there was somewhat less bone-chilling coldness.

“Continue taking it,” said Ye Wanlan, “but this is only the initial phase of treatment.”

Yan Tingfeng gently blinked his eyes, “Okay, I’ll be very obedient.”

Rong Yu was already numb to it.

If it weren’t for his certain knowledge that inside, his brother was as black as pitch, even he would be fooled by this harmless appearance.

Rong Yu snorted coldly.

Keep pretending, just keep pretending.

**

The following day, “Annus Mirabilis” began shooting auspiciously.

After paying respects to the mountain deity, the director called everyone in the crew to prepare for the shoot, and the actors changed into their costumes.

The producer accompanied Quan Zhaoning, uncertain of the reason she stayed with the crew, and his heart was fluttering with unease.

“How come the leading lady isn’t wearing the clothes we provided?” Quan Zhaoning suddenly spoke up, “Wasn’t that the agreement? Is it dissatisfaction or disdain? I would like a clear answer.”

The producer was startled, “Aren’t those your provided outfits?”

Quan Zhaoning didn’t respond, merely took a sip of tea and calmly glanced at her watch.

These few seemingly mundane actions had the producer sweating profusely.

What status did Quan Zhaoning have in the entertainment industry?

A behind-the-scenes mogul with capital clout!

With just one word, she could cut off a celebrity’s resources, even those of the currently popular Yeh Jialing.

The producer quickly found the stage assistant and sent him to summon someone, “Tell Yeh Jialing to come here quickly, President Quan has questions for them!”