Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 372 Epic Meeting Occasion [2 More Updates]

Chapter 372: 372 Epic Meeting Occasion [2 More Updates]

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The surrounding air fell silent.

Christine held the helmet, stupefied for the first time.

She stared blankly at the girl who was still seated on the motorcycle, speechless.

"Not a street racer?" The blonde man frowned and finally sneered coldly, "Miss Kristin’s new bodyguard? But you are way too late."

Today, he was determined to take Christine away.

Yet Ye Wanlan did not deign to give a glance to the blonde man; instead, she jumped off the motorcycle and grabbed Christine by the shoulders.

She put the helmet on Christine with one hand, and with the other, she placed her on the back seat of the motorcycle.

A series of actions flowed like water, so quick that the others did not respond in time.

The blonde man was both astonished and enraged, "Take her down, shoot to kill! Don’t harm Miss Kristin."

"Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

However, not a single bullet hit Ye Wanlan; instead, they were deflected back by the tough motorcycle body.

Ye Wanlan started the motorcycle, and in a second, she was ten meters away.

"What are you waiting for?!" shouted the blonde man furiously, "Chase after her!"

"Oh, and you guys—" Just then, Ye Wanlan suddenly turned the motorcycle around, her voice cold and detached, "Sorry, but I can’t let you go today either."

She slowly pressed a button on the motorcycle.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

A fiery blast erupted, knocking the group of people to the ground.

The blonde man, being in the frontline, didn’t even have time to react before he let out a piteous scream and passed out.

The flames dispersed, leaving the ground scorched black, with the smell of burning lingering in the air.

Ye Wanlan mused, "This definitely suits my aesthetic."

She liked things that were beautiful and lethal.

Yan Tingfeng knew her well.

"Let’s go," Ye Wanlan instructed as she placed Christine’s hands around her waist, "Trouble spots are best left quickly, the city guard team will handle this, right?"

Such small skirmishes were quite common at the Global Center.

Even potentially deadly incidents hardly made a ripple.

Such customs reminded her of a place she had once visited.

The same high technology, the same darkness.

Christine, still dazed, nodded subconsciously.

"Vroom—"

The accelerator was pressed, the engine re-ignited, and the motorcycle sped away, leaving only a trail of exhaust behind.

Ten minutes later, the motorcycle stopped in a secluded, rarely-visited area.

Ye Wanlan got off first and offered her hand to Christine, "Need help?"

Christine, supported by her, staggered a few steps before she managed to get off the motorcycle.

After alleviating the dizziness, Christine gritted her teeth and spoke, "Please wait a moment."

No sooner had she spoken than she leaned against a tree and began to vomit violently.

Due to severe motion sickness and a fear of heights, she usually opted not to travel unless absolutely necessary.

Most of her time was spent staying indoors, enjoying the thrill of making money.

If she had to attend a top-level meeting at the Heaven-reaching Tower, she would take medication in advance to cope.

Ye Wanlan came to Christine’s side and pressed a specific acupressure point on her body, "Don’t be nervous, relax, and breathe slowly—breathe in—breathe out... Good, like that, repeat three times."

Oddly enough, Christine followed her instructions.

And miraculously, her churning stomach calmed within seconds, and the nauseous feeling quickly subsided.

She was stunned again.

Her motion sickness was severe, and she had visited the hospital several times, but they had told her it was a genetic issue, incurable.

Even the best motion sickness drugs could only alleviate her symptoms temporarily.

What was happening now?

"Feeling better?" Ye Wanlan skillfully took out a medicine bottle and offered a pill, "Grape-flavored, not bitter. Want one? Or drink some water first?"

Christine took the pill and water, and after a few minutes of resting, she couldn’t help but chuckle, "I finally understand the meaning of the message you sent me."

So YN didn’t want to go to the amusement park but was asking if she could handle such intense driving.

Thank heavens she was still alive.

Ye Wanlan took off her helmet, shook her head slightly, and smiled faintly, "I didn’t expect that the place you chose for our meeting almost turned into a crime scene."

At that moment, her face was fully exposed to the air.

The thin sunlight hit her face, casting a faint golden hue, and Christine could clearly see her densely long eyelashes fluttering lightly like butterfly wings.

...

The air turned silent again.

Christine had never imagined that YN, who everyone called "Sister," was so young, definitely not over twenty by her looks.

However, the girl’s gaze was so steady, possessing a maturity not typical of her age, and she exuded a profoundly clear aura, the charm of years condensed.

Christine admitted that because of her upbringing, she had matured early due to the constant need for competition and self-preservation.

But in YN’s presence, she felt taken care of, experiencing an unprecedented sense of security and trust.

"Why such an expression?" Ye Wanlan crouched down, her voice lazy but smiling, "Come on, tell me, who exactly is trying to kidnap our Rich Sister? Post a wanted notice in the group, and we’ll help you take them down."

Christine came back to her senses, slightly shaking her head, her voice soft, "There are quite a few people willing to help me, but I need to investigate this matter first."

The number of people who knew her whereabouts definitely did not exceed "three." She would be able to find out easily.

"Okay," Ye Wanlan nodded, "Let me know when you find out."

After speaking, she stretched out her hand to Christine, "It’s nice to meet you, Ye Wanlan. I look forward to working with you."

"You—" Christine’s expression shook, "’Treasures of The Divine Land’?"

No wonder YN had contacted her to buy the worldwide exclusive broadcasting rights for "Treasures of The Divine Land."

So early on, YN had already appeared in the public eye.

"Yes, that’s me," Ye Wanlan tidied her hair, her smile faint, "I haven’t had a chance to meet you all in person, there hasn’t been an appropriate occasion."

The atmosphere fell silent again, the wind blowing over from the river, brushing past cleanly and beautifully.

Contrary to her chattiness online, Christine was not so talkative in real life.

After a long pause, she finally broached a topic, "Why did you choose YN as your screen name?"

Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows at the question, "What about you, why choose ’World’s Richest’ as your username?"

"Only money can give me absolute security," Christine was straightforward, "Back then, I just wanted to be such a person."

"And now, you’ve made it," Ye Wanlan chuckled, "So, any guesses as to why I chose ’YN’?"

"Undercover?" Christine thought briefly, "After all, your ability to hide is indeed strong."

Ye Wanlan shook her head, "Wrong, guess again."

Christine thought hard but eventually gave up, "I can’t figure it out, does it stand for initials in pinyin or some foreign abbreviation?"

"Chinese pinyin initials."

"Then I’m even more at a loss," Christine shook her head, sighing lightly, "Shenzhou culture is profound and extensive. Although I hold a Ph.D. from Shenzhou University, I wouldn’t dare say I’ve mastered Chinese."

At Shenzhou University, Chinese language and Shenzhou history were compulsory subjects, especially focusing on the four prosperous dynasties: Shun, Yong, Yin, and Ning.

Every time she attended a history class, she marveled at the vast, glorious heritage of over five thousand years.

"I’ll tell you later when I can," Ye Wanlan stretched lazily, then said softly, "Time passes so quickly, it’s been almost six years since we met."

If the Transcendent Woman hadn’t stolen those four years from them, they would have had even more time to fight side by side.

Christine rubbed her temples, exhaling slowly, "I can’t imagine how you can be so young."

"Age is just an appearance," Ye Wanlan spoke nonchalantly, "In fact, I’ve been alive for over a thousand years; what you see is an illusion."

"I believe that," Christine finally laughed, "The things you know, how could you master all that in just a decade or so? Give us ordinary people a chance, huh?"

"Ordinary people?" Ye Wanlan nodded, "Someone who can cause a financial storm?"

"Using your Shenzhou people’s terms, I’m actually a typical homebody," Christine pulled out a pair of glasses from her pocket and put them on, "Apart from work, I prefer binge-watching, online shopping, ordering takeout, and snacking."

She had been under too much stress lately and hadn’t relaxed like this in a long time.

"By the way," Christine asked, "Did you really come to the Global Center just for the fashion show?"

"Sort of," Ye Wanlan nodded, "and to look into some other matters."

Just as Christine was about to ask further, her phone started ringing.

"Hello, Qingli," Ye Wanlan answered.

"Sister Lan, there’s been a disaster!" Fang Qingli exclaimed, "The fashion show venue caught fire, all the clothes have been burned, including the three sets of Kesi Zhi Jin for this season!"