Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 212 Continuously trashing scum, domineering Sister Lan [2 updates]

Chapter 212: 212 Continuously trashing scum, domineering Sister Lan [2 updates]

Even though he spoke in a very calm and bland tone, Manager Li’s expression changed drastically, almost to the point of horror.

He stood up abruptly and exclaimed in disbelief, "Chairman... Chairman Chairman?!"

Judging by this voice, why did it sound much younger than he had expected?

"Qingli, take him to the HR department to go through the handover process," Ye Wanlan didn’t give Manager Li any time to react and continued, "Erase all his data from the employee system and announce his misconduct throughout the company as a warning."

"Understood, Chairman." Fang Qingli took over the call, "Manager Li, please come with me to the HR department."

As the call ended, Manager Li’s face turned even paler, and cold sweat had soaked through his clothes.

How could he have imagined that he would be facing dismissal just because he wanted to seek some benefits from this collaboration?

Sheng Ronghua hadn’t heard what had been said on the other end of the phone, but seeing Manager Li’s ugly expression, he also had a bad feeling, "Manager Li, our cooperation—"

He didn’t finish his sentence when the office door opened.

Fang Qingli, holding a folder, said, "There’s no cooperation, Manager Li, please leave now. The HR Director is waiting for you."

With a pale face and shaky steps, Manager Li left.

At this point, Sheng Ronghua was well aware of what had happened, his gaze icy cold, "Fang Qingli, what’s the meaning of this?"

"President Sheng, I’m truly sorry, but our Chairman doesn’t wish to collaborate with you," Fang Qingli said with a slight smile, "I could have handled this matter myself, but our Chairman specifically wanted to see what kind of person the son born from a mother poisoning her predecessor, turned out to be."

Sheng Ronghua’s face turned a ghastly pale, "Fang Qingli, do you think now that you’ve returned to the Fang Family and recognized your ancestors, you can challenge me?"

Sheng Corporation had been around for decades and had a very substantial foundation in Jiangcheng.

While Pulling the Sky Company had indeed risen to fame, its foundation was still shaky and it could be replaced at any time. What was the point in offending them?

"Sheng Ronghua, you think too highly of yourself," Fang Qingli glanced at him, "What, are you angry and humiliated because I won’t let the company cooperate with you?"

If it weren’t for Madam Sheng’s meddling, she wouldn’t have been taken from the Fang Family since she was young nor would she have spent over a decade in the torments of the Cheng Family.

All Madam Sheng had done was to ensure Sheng Yunyi could marry into the Zhou Family smoothly.

As Madam Sheng’s son, Sheng Ronghua also garnered many benefits from it.

"Security," Fang Qingli called out, "please escort the irrelevant individual out of the company, and do not let him enter in the future!"

Upon her command, two security guards who had been waiting outside stepped forward, picked up Sheng Ronghua, and "escorted" him out of the building.

Outside the building, people were coming and going, with many tourists visiting specifically to take photos with the "Pulling the Sky" sign at the top right side of the building.

"Who’s that being chased out by the security personnel?"

"In a suit and looking like a successful person, why such a sorry sight?"

"Hey, he looks like that guy from the Sheng Family—"

Sheng Ronghua picked up his briefcase to shield his face and ran off quickly.

At this very moment, he had no time for anger or embarrassment; his mind was restless.

He had already told everyone at the shareholder’s meeting that he had secured a partnership with Pulling the Sky Company and that the project would soon be underway.

Who would have known that not only did he fail to sign the contract successfully, but he was also kicked out?

Where could he put his face now?

What should he do now?

Sheng Ronghua’s fingers tightened into a fist, his gaze dark and cold.

It seemed he had no choice but to seek other support.

**

"Sister Lan, the man has been sent away. He was trying to cross us in our own company, we couldn’t let him have his way," Fang Qingli huffed coldly, "Who knows what that mother of his has taught him; even if we were to cooperate with the Sheng Family, he would have to step down from his position as General Manager first."

"Hmm." Ye Wanlan responded indifferently, "We can consider working with the Sheng Family, but it has to be Sheng Huaiqian’s Sheng Family."

"By the way, Sister Lan, Sheng Huaiqian wants to have dinner with you, to thank you for avenging his mother," Fang Qingli suddenly mentioned, "If you’re going, I’ll make the arrangements."

"Sure, Qingli, you set the time," Ye Wanlan touched her head, "You’ve worked hard these days too. Take a good rest in a few days."

"It’s nothing," Fang Qingli waved her hand, "When I worked part-time before, I worked eighteen hours a day. This is nothing. Don’t worry, Sister Lan, I won’t overwork myself to death."

"Good, take care of yourself," Ye Wanlan pushed a box of tea leaves towards her, "Remember to brew tea every day. I need to go."

Fang Qingli hugged the tea box joyfully, "Sister Lan, where are you going?"

Ye Wanlan answered, "To visit a patient, not sure if they have listened to me."

**

The late summer sun was still intense, flowing slowly across the land like molten gold.

The willow branches gently drooped, casting mottled shadows.

"Miss Ye, the gentleman has been taking his medicine on time every day, just as you instructed," Bing He reported in a monotone voice. "Not a single dose has been missed, I’ve recorded it all here, please see!"

The notebook detailed certain dates and times when Yan Tingfeng had taken his medicine, as well as his reactions afterwards.

Ye Wanlan hummed in acknowledgment, "Does it still taste bitter?"

The prescription had been adjusted several times; she had reduced the bitterness of the herbal medicine.

"Not anymore," Yan Tingfeng blinked, "Has Miss Ye forgotten the last time you left, you brought a jar of candy? After I take my medicine, I always have one."

"Student Ye, you have no idea how precious that jar of candy is to him," Rong Yu sighed deeply, "I had a craving one day and wanted one, but he wouldn’t give me any."

"Those aren’t just pure candy, they contain medicinal ingredients specially designed to be taken with the herbal medicine," Ye Wanlan said. "You’re healthy, why would you compete with a patient for them?"

Rong Yu was momentarily speechless.

But Yan Tingfeng’s mood was exceedingly good; he propped his head up, his smile tender, "Will you be very busy in the coming time?"

"Not really," Ye Wanlan nodded, "There’s the citywide joint exam this week, plus the ’Annus Mirabilis’ crew will officially wrap up next week, so it’s not too busy."

Yan Tingfeng contemplated, "Then, is there time to go out and clear our minds a bit?"

Before Ye Wanlan could reply, Rong Yu, brimming with enthusiasm, interjected, "Where will we go? I’ll join."

"It’s up to Miss Ye," Yan Tingfeng coughed twice, smiling faintly, "Is there anywhere you’d like to go?"

Ye Wanlan paused for a moment, then said softly, "If possible, I’d like to visit Fengyuan, the ancient capital of a thousand years that I have yet to see."

"Indeed, Fengyuan is a wonderful place, a land blessed with good feng shui," Rong Yu agreed, "My old man also said, the way Ning Zhaozong moved the capital was remarkably clever. If it hadn’t been for that war, Daning would truly have lasted for centuries."

"That’s fine," Yan Tingfeng’s eyelashes fell slightly as he sighed softly, "Perhaps it’s been a long time since I last visited Fengyuan."

As they were speaking, the ringtone of a cellphone sounded.

Ye Wanlan answered the call, "Hello, Professor?"

"Wanlan, I have some good news," Professor Xue was exuberant, "Yunjing Television Station is also planning a program related to antiques, and I’m thinking of recommending you to be a guest, what do you say?"

"A program related to antiques?" Ye Wanlan recalled, "Is it ’Treasures of The Divine Land’?"

"Yes, that’s right, it’s good that you’re aware, it makes things easier," Professor Xue was pleased, "This program has been in planning for three years already, and it’s being filmed in the ancient capital Fengyuan. If you’re busy, I can recommend someone else."

Ye Wanlan thought for a moment, "In Fengyuan, right? Okay, how long will the filming take?"

"Not long at all, just a week for one episode. Of course, if you want to be a regular guest, I can help, but it might be difficult," Professor Xue explained, "I want you to go because the program will feature some antiques that have never been exhibited before, which I think will interest you."

"Alright," Ye Wanlan smiled, "We were planning to visit Fengyuan once we’re less busy, so it’ll be just the right time for me to participate in the program."

"That would be perfect, I’ll come by and see too when the time comes," Professor Xue hurriedly said, "You do your thing, I’ll go fill out the recommendation form."

"Treasures of The Divine Land? I’ve heard of this program," Rong Yu spoke up, "They even invited my old man as a guest, but he wasn’t interested."

"Hmm," Ye Wanlan yawned languidly, smiling, "I’m always interested in antiques, and it would be even better if this program could go global and head to the Global Center."

From her pocket, the Qingyun Pendant vibrated and spoke, "Your Royal Highness the Princess, we must definitely go, what if I meet my brothers and sisters? Sometimes being just one pendant can be quite boring."

Why wasn’t there another clever antique that could talk like it?

Ye Wanlan didn’t respond, but she was indeed pondering over this matter.

It couldn’t be just the Qingyun Pendant that could speak; perhaps on her trip to Fengyuan, she would discover much more.

**

The following evening, Sheng Huaiqian invited Ye Wanlan for dinner as promised.

"Miss Ye, I really owe you for this time," Sheng Huaiqian sincerely expressed his gratitude, "If it weren’t for you, my mother could never rest in peace. Whatever you need in the future, I will help to the end, through thick and thin!"

Since his mother’s death, he no longer had any close relatives.

Patriarch Sheng had been unfaithful during his mother’s pregnancy and had indulged Madam Sheng, he did not deserve to be called his father.

Ye Wanlan narrowed her eyes, examining him for three seconds before speaking slowly, "How is your current position in Sheng Corporation?"

Sheng Huaiqian started, then chuckled bitterly, "I might be kicked out of the company at the next shareholders meeting. Sheng Ronghua got the cooperation with Pulling the Sky Company, and I... I’ve only just returned to the company and still don’t fully understand many things."

"Good," Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "In the next shareholders’ meeting, challenge him to an agreement: whoever secures the cooperation with Pulling the Sky Company will become the general manager, and the other must leave the company."

Sheng Huaiqian was shocked, "Miss Ye?! If we bet on this, wouldn’t I..."

"Bet," Ye Wanlan said calmly, "I’ll make you win."