Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 165 Banished from the Lin Family! Sister Lan’s Powerful Connections [1 Update]

Chapter 165: 165 Banished from the Lin Family! Sister Lan’s Powerful Connections [1 Update]

The closer the syringe got to the girl’s skin, the more violently Madam Lin’s hand shook.

Beyond excitement, she was mostly afraid, after all, Ye Wanlan...

Just as the needle was about to pierce the girl’s skin, Madam Lin’s wrist was suddenly seized, unable to advance even a fraction of an inch.

At the same time, a serene and soft voice sounded in her ear, "Auntie, what are you looking for on my body?"

"Boom!"

Madam Lin’s scalp exploded in an instant!

She almost instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, but the hand gripping hers was so powerful that she couldn’t even flee.

"Snap."

The bedroom light switched on at that moment, illuminating the surroundings.

Ye Wanlan still gripped Madam Lin’s hand tightly, her fingers lightly circling the wrist bone, causing Madam Lin to cry out in pain involuntarily.

With a "clack," the syringe in her hand fell to the floor.

"You, you’re not..." Madam Lin was utterly panicked now, completely unable to calm down.

She had watched with her own eyes as Ye Wanlan drank that glass of milk. How could this be possible?

"I’m not what?" Ye Wanlan still didn’t release her hand, her voice remained indifferent, "I’m not someone who drank the milk you brought, consumed the sleeping pills in it, and is supposed to be sound asleep at this time, then why am I awake?"

These words dropped like thunder by Madam Lin’s ears, and she felt unsteady on her feet.

Ye Wanlan actually... knew everything?!

Then her carefully planned scheme was akin to a clown’s act, revealed in its true form?

Madam Lin’s face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling, "You... I..."

"Auntie, perhaps you thought the old house was too secure, and that’s why you chose to have a heated discussion with your husband in the garden." Ye Wanlan looked at her, "How could you be so sure that the spot where you stood was a blind spot for the cameras?"

At the same time, Lin Weilan’s voice, stern and icy, arose, "At three in the morning, not sleeping but coming to Ah Lan’s room, what were you planning to do?"

Madam Lin shuddered again, her face turning "whoosh" deathly pale.

This is bad, even the old lady is alerted!

Seeing that things were looking grim, Lin Qingwen hurriedly followed up, "Mother, mother, listen to me, this incident today..."

"Qingwen has been thinking of dividing the family for some time, and just as well, I’m old now and don’t have the energy to manage so many of you." Lin Weilan’s expression was indifferent, and she stopped him from saying what he was about to say, "During the day, pack up your things and move to the house in the east of the city, those two companies under your control, I will also transfer them to you."

The expression on Lin Qingwen’s face changed drastically in an instant, "Mother! I absolutely never thought of that, please understand!"

He had thought about dividing the family, but taking the initiative to divide is completely different from being kicked out.

The turnover of the two companies under his command was extremely low, with profits for several quarters being negative, and he had no talent for running a company. All these years, the comfortable life he enjoyed was solely because of Lin Weilan’s care.

Last time, he took a risk and signed a large deal with the other party, exchanging the Curative Herb, hoping to prove his strength, that even without Lin Weilan, he could achieve great things.

But the fact proved that he almost gambled the entire Lin Family.

"Whether you thought about it or not, I know well." Lin Weilan had no pity, "Now with the division, you can still get the two companies, but after I’m gone, my belongings will only be inherited by your sister, and you should expect nothing."

Lin Qingwen opened his mouth but ultimately couldn’t utter a single word.

"As for you—" Lin Weilan finally turned her gaze back to the continuously trembling Madam Lin, "I will hand the surveillance video over to the police."

Ye Wanlan’s hand loosened, and Madam Lin collapsed to the ground.

Lin Weilan looked on coldly, "Ah Lan needs to rest. Won’t you hurry and take your wife away?"

Lin Qingwen dared not go against her will and had to support Madam Lin and leave.

"Those two beasts!" Even as composed as Lin Weilan was, she trembled with anger, "To think they colluded with Bai Jingxue to harm you."

"Grandmother, don’t be angry, I am unharmed." Ye Wanlan soothed her, "It’s very late now, you should rest first."

"Ah, Ah Lan, you must be well, you must wait for your father..." Lin Weilan’s expression aged a bit, she shook her head and slowly turned to leave.

The door closed, and the next second, another figure appeared through the window.

"She wanted your blood," said Yan Tingfeng in a cool voice, "If it were sold to some organizations specializing in human genetic research, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Let alone now, even three hundred years ago, such malevolent forces existed in the Martial World—

They collected the blood of Jianghu experts to create targeted poisons and the like.

"If one can conquer without a battle, why let blood flow in rivers?" Ye Wanlan said with a light smile, "A dog-eat-dog scene is much more pleasing to the eye than fresh blood."

She was skilled in the art of killing, but she was even more adept at psychological manipulation.

Often, psychological warfare could kill someone from a thousand miles away, unseen and unfelt.

"Miss Ye makes a good point, perhaps I was..." He didn’t finish his sentence, falling silent.

In his quest to become the Supreme Martial Arts Master, he had shed far too much blood and had grown accustomed to solving problems with violence.

He collected his thoughts and handed a box over.

Ye Wanlan looked at him, "What’s this?"

"A birthday gift," Yan Tingfeng blinked softly, "I originally planned to leave it secretly on your desk, so you could find it when you woke up, as a surprise. I didn’t expect such things to happen tonight, so I might as well give it to Miss Ye in person."

"The sound of the flute was already a great birthday gift," Ye Wanlan accepted the box, "Thank you, I really like it."

Something seemed to strike her heart, causing a gentle tremor.

Yan Tingfeng’s eyelashes drooped, his smile tender, "I’m glad you like it. It’s time to rest, Miss Ye, good night."

His figure disappeared from the window just as silently as he had arrived.

The wind passed by her ears, and she spent the night without dreams.

Before seven in the morning, her biological clock promptly woke Ye Wanlan.

After washing up and eating breakfast, she rode her bicycle to the Jiangcheng Art Association.

Yesterday, Chairman Tao had arranged to discuss some important matters regarding the international painting contest with her today.

Her assistant came to receive her and led her inside: "Miss Ye, please wait, the chairman is currently—"

Before the assistant could finish, the roar from the office interrupted.

"Tao Ruhua, do you realize how important this collaboration is? Huh?!" The old man slammed his hand on the desk, furious, "Do you think you can rest easy now that you have the chairmanship of the Jiangcheng Art Association? I’m putting it plainly, if you can’t secure an A-grade exhibition this time, you can forget about keeping your position as chairman!"

He stormed out, slamming the door behind him, without even glancing at Ye Wanlan.

Inside the office, Chairman Tao remained alone amongst the fragments of porcelain, his figure very forlorn.

Ye Wanlan turned her head and asked lightly, "What happened?"

"It’s the demand from the main association, insisting that the chairman must secure an A-grade exhibition at the Global Center," the assistant spoke softly, "Yesterday, the chairman had an unpleasant parting with Mr. Ai Er, and now the collaboration has fallen through. It looks like the A-grade exhibition is out of reach."

The art exhibitions at the Global Center are divided into five grades—S, A, B, C, and D—with S being the highest and D the lowest.

But even a D-grade exhibition is not something just anyone can enter.

The minimum requirement is that the exhibitor must have won an international-level art competition or must be referred by a dedicated person.

The art exhibition is co-managed by the art division under the World Cultural Heritage Center, and exhibitions below A-grade can be approved by the art division.

However, A and S grades must be reviewed and approved by the World Cultural Heritage Center, making it extremely difficult.

"Those two foreigners from last time, did they come from the World Cultural Heritage Center? Is the Jiangcheng Art Association looking to cooperate with them?" Ye Wanlan asked thoughtfully.

The assistant sighed, "Yes, before you came, they had already been talking with the chairman for a while, but no matter how they pretended on the surface, there was a clear disdain for our traditional Chinese painting in their eyes and words. Even if you had not arrived unexpectedly, the chairman would definitely not cooperate with them."

Chairman Tao crouched to clean up the shattered pieces on the ground.

A hand stopped him.

Seeing that it was Ye Wanlan, Chairman Tao was first taken aback, then shook his head, "Wanlan, I have some matters to attend to today and I’m afraid I won’t be able to host you. Xiao Chen, please take Wanlan around the area."

Without resolving the issue of the A-grade exhibition, he couldn’t settle down.

Yet he knew, without the approval of top-tier personnel from the World Intangible Culture Center, he had no right to an A-grade exhibition.

He didn’t care much about the position of chairman; his only fear was that those sitting in his seat wouldn’t wholeheartedly consider the art of Shenzhou.

"Chairman, getting an A-grade exhibition is simple. Don’t panic or rush," Ye Wanlan crouched down too, meeting his gaze, "You were right not to collaborate with those who look down on our traditional painting, and feeling guilty about it would just harm your health."

"Simple?" Chairman Tao still shook his head, "Wanlan, you’re underestimating the complexity of securing an A-grade exhibition. There are only four A-grade exhibitions in a year, and there’s only one left now. Otherwise, I should go and plead with Mr. Ai Er..."

Ye Wanlan bowed her head, opened a small chat group of less than ten people, and typed a few words to send out.

[YN]: @CulturalMan, time to get to work.