Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 128 Sister Lan: Zhou Hechen? What’s that? [2 Updates]

Chapter 128: 128 Sister Lan: Zhou Hechen? What’s that? [2 Updates]

Ye Wanlan spent two years at Huangchi Entertainment, allegedly as a model, but in reality, she was just clinging to Zhou Hechen.

All the managers watched and scoffed at her.

Wasting the prime years of her youth, she didn’t strive to advance, only hoping to change her social status by relying on a man?

Unfortunately, an imitation will always be just that—an imitation. No matter how Ye Wanlan tried to please Zhou Hechen, she was but dust on the ground, unable to compare to the celestial Sheng Yunyi.

She was far too overconfident.

Zhou Hechen’s expression was indifferent, his demeanor icy.

His business trip to Yan City wasn’t a secret, and naturally, Ye Wanlan had ways of finding out.

In the past, wherever he went, Ye Wanlan would follow. Initially, he had some interest, but over time he grew intensely weary of it.

He really thought she had changed, only to discover she was the same as before. The only difference was that, since acting like a fawning dog didn’t work, she started to adopt a cold demeanor instead.

Utterly childish.

"There’s a small fashion show in South City at the end of this month, and it’s your job," the manager observed Zhou Hechen’s expression before continuing, "So why not come over and apologize properly to President Zhou, then you can continue to walk the runway."

Ye Wanlan slowly turned her head. Under the blazing sun of Yan City, her features became even more striking, exuding a strong aggressiveness.

It had been two months since the manager last saw Ye Wanlan, and his impression of her remained as it was back then.

Now, as he saw Ye Wanlan’s face, he couldn’t help but be shocked.

Since when did a minor model possess such an imposing aura?

"President Zhou?" Ye Wanlan finally spoke, "What a joke."

The four words were spoken neither loudly nor softly, but in the quiet of the photoshoot location, they were crystal clear.

Every staff member who overheard couldn’t help but turn their heads back, staring at Ye Wanlan in amazement.

Even Zhou Hechen’s expression blanked for a moment.

His heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an unseen hand, spasming violently, and he found himself momentarily gasping for air.

The manager was also utterly astounded.

How had Ye Wanlan’s attitude towards Zhou Hechen undergo such a dramatic change in less than two months?!

"A good dog doesn’t stand in the way; move aside," Ye Wanlan said, holding her wrist, "Having a rich imagination is good, but sadly it’s worthless if you can’t apply it correctly—just a piece of trash."

Her tone was her usual cold indifference but packed a punch with each word landing precisely on target.

Instantly enraged, the manager said, "Ye Wanlan, you—"

He hadn’t finished his sentence when Ye Wanlan already walked inside, not looking back.

Zhou Hechen clenched his fists, veins throbbing on the back of his hands, clearly at the peak of his rage.

"President Zhou, young girls going through puberty are all somewhat temperamental," the manager smiled apologetically, "There’s no need for you to take her to heart. After she faces enough setbacks out there, she’ll realize where her shelter is."

Being a man himself, of course, he understood Zhou Hechen’s psychology.

When a dog wagging its tail by his side suddenly shows a disgusted face, there would definitely be a psychological impact.

And that’s exactly what Ye Wanlan was using—the psychological impact to attract Zhou Hechen’s attention.

And it seemed to be somewhat effective.

Zhou Hechen looked at him coldly, "I’m here for an inspection, not to listen to your useless nonsense."

"Yes, yes, President Zhou," the manager stiffened, "I will continue to report the filming progress to you."

Zhou Hechen listened for a while, but his mood remained uncontrollably irritable.

He lifted his jaw, pointing eastward, "Are there other crews over there?"

"Yes, they just arrived three days ago," the manager replied, "It’s the crew of the currently popular ’Annus Mirabilis’, who also came to Yan City for location shooting, filming the great northwest landscape."

At the end, the manager sighed with a touch of envy, "They’re really lucky; the show exploded in popularity right from the start, but it’s also thanks to the company’s strong promotional capabilities, ah."

Zhou Hechen nodded.

He wasn’t interested in entertainment industry affairs, the only reason ’Annus Mirabilis’ caught his attention was because of the emerging Pulling the Sky Company.

Once he finished inspecting Yan City, he was determined to visit the chairman of Pulling the Sky Company back in Jiangcheng.

At this moment, at the ’Annus Mirabilis’ crew.

The producer respectfully welcomed Ye Wanlan in, as Nie Shuangyi just changed into a new suite of everyday clothing.

"Sister Lan, look, how does Shuangyi look in this outfit?" Cheng Qingli asked excitedly, "This costume is also designed by Jiang Xulin."

"Very nice," Ye Wanlan circled Nie Shuangyi, "Have the costume fittings been photographed? Make sure to post a few on the internet."

"Of course, even without saying, we’ve already prepared for promotion," the producer hurriedly said, "and as per your request, from now on, the crew’s promotion will incorporate elements of intangible cultural heritage."

"Good," Ye Wanlan replied, "I’ll be doing an archaeological project here in Yan City this week. You can contact me about anything; I’ll try to come by daily to check in."

"Archaeology?" The producer was somewhat bemused, "You... you’re also into archaeology?"

Ye Wanlan hummed, "It’s one of many sidelines, get used to it."

Producer: "..."

Looking at Chairman Ye’s ambitious setup, isn’t every subsidiary business a powerhouse in its own right?

After chatting with a few actors about the plot, Ye Wanlan finally returned to the Inner City.

It was now five-thirty in the afternoon, and the sun was starting to set.

In Yan City, the temperature difference between day and night is huge, plunging from thirty-eight degrees to just fifteen degrees in a moment.

The cold wind blew in gusts, as if mourning and lamenting.

"Bing He," Yan Tingfeng spoke.

Bing He understood and handed over a coat, "Miss Ye, it’s chilly at night, you should put on a jacket."

"Thank you." Ye Wanlan took the coat but didn’t wear it, instead stretching her hands towards Yan Tingfeng, "Give me your hand."

Yan Tingfeng blinked gently and still extended his hand.

Ye Wanlan held his hand, which was as cold as a handful of snow, "Did you take your medicine on time today?"

"Yes!" Bing He immediately straightened up, "The sir has been very obedient to you, taking his medicine first thing after the plane landed."

Beneath the scorching sun, Yan Tingfeng needed to wear thick clothes; in such cold weather, he wore even more.

Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "You need to take an extra dose today, I’ll prepare the medicine for you tonight."

"Okay." Yan Tingfeng smiled lightly, accepting the instructions, his pupils shimmering, as if an entire galaxy had fallen into his eyes.

After a while, the other members of the archaeological team also arrived one after the other.

Even though Yan Tingfeng was wrapped up tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes, his head of white hair was very eye-catching.

"Why is there an albino in the team?"

"The hair is pure white, it doesn’t look dyed, and look at the pupils, they are not black but purplish; surely, he’s an albino."

Albinos, due to the lack of melanin, have hair and eye colors that differ from ordinary people.

With Yan City’s harsh environment, what was an albino doing here?

"Hello everyone, I am the lead instructor for this expedition, my surname is Xue." Professor Xue clapped his hands to draw everyone’s attention, "Tomorrow we officially start our expedition. This afternoon when I and the other professionals go up the mountain, you can just have a walk around Yan City."

This time, most of the archaeological team comprised history enthusiasts, with the majority being freshmen. Together with Ye Wanlan, who was about to enter her senior year of high school, the trip was primarily for tourism.

Since Yan Mountain is a dangerous area not open to the public, only those with a pass permit can enter.

Yet, some tomb robbers remained undeterred, sneakily entering Yan Mountain, but very few came back out.

They either disappeared without a trace or became insane if they survived.

There were rumors that after the death of King of Yan, He Jia, his heroic spirit lingered and roamed Yan Mountain, forbidding outsiders from trespassing on this land.

"Tonight, everyone is free to do as they please." Professor Xue clapped his hands again, "Tomorrow morning at 7:30, we’ll assemble here. Now, you can go have dinner."

Ye Wanlan turned to Yan Tingfeng, "Shall we go to eat at the drama set? I happen to have some work to discuss, and I also need to check on your diet."

"Sure." Yan Tingfeng smiled faintly.

He told Bing He and Tie Ma to go on their own, without the need to follow along.

When the two arrived at the drama set, the sky was already completely dark, but the light from the bonfire illuminated the night.

The crew of "Annus Mirabilis" was, at this time, bustling and hasty in their actions.

Cheng Qingli looked somewhat anxious. Seeing Ye Wanlan, she suddenly rose and trotted over, "Sister Lan, you’re here, we’re having a..."

"Don’t panic, what’s the matter?" Ye Wanlan pressed her shoulders.

"Xiao Yuan’s hand is injured; she can’t play the pipa," Cheng Qingli spoke hurriedly, "I suspect the neighboring crew is behind this!"

Ye Wanlan’s eyes fixed slightly, "Let me take a look."

Xiao Yuan extended her hand; out of ten fingers, five were wrapped in gauze—it was clear the injury was no small matter.

"Tomorrow we have to record a promotional video, and the media journalists have already arrived," added the assistant director, also anxious, "But now with Xiao Yuan unable to perform, what do we do?"

"Annus Mirabilis" was incredibly popular online, seizing resources and naturally causing discontent among others.

After all, there are only so many drama fans—if "Annus Mirabilis" takes away the viewership, what about the other shows?

The entertainment industry is no stranger to underhanded tactics, the assistant director had seen plenty, but he didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

"It’s definitely the crew next door!" Cheng Qingli was fuming, "The drama they’re shooting is also about ancient political strategizing, just like ours, and there was fierce competition between the two original novels."

"Let’s not worry about them for now," Ye Wanlan was still examining Xiao Yuan’s hand, asking softly, "Does it hurt?"

Xiao Yuan bit her lip, "A little, but it’s okay, I can bear it."

"No, your hands are very important. Don’t touch any musical instruments or heavy objects for the next few days," Ye Wanlan said calmly, "If you insist now and later your hand nerves are damaged, you won’t be able to play the piano ever again."

Xiao Yuan was startled and anxious, "But what about the promotional event tomorrow..."

She was worried that if she was the cause of the publicity event’s disruption, the crew might come under fire in the industry for prima donna behavior or get blacklisted by adversaries—it would be difficult for her to be at peace.

As everyone looked on, Ye Wanlan reached out, took hold of the pipa’s headstock, and smiled faintly, "Why the panic? Don’t worry, I’ll play."

The pipa was the instrument Princess Yongning played best.