Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 546 Complaining, Brother Yan Covers Up [2 More Updates]

Chapter 546: 546 Complaining, Brother Yan Covers Up [2 More Updates]

As the words left his mouth, the expression of the vice president of the association paused before he was taken aback, his speech becoming even more careful now, "Do you... do you know Miss Ye?"

Having Elder Fu use the term "Little Friend" showed how much he admired Ye Wanlan.

Elder Fu nodded slightly, "At that time she was recording ’Treasures of The Divine Land’ in Fengyuan, we happened to play a few games of chess together, and she even helped me solve a couple of endgame puzzles."

"I see," the vice president said, his heart still uneasy, "So, you and Miss Ye became friends through chess."

How should he tell Elder Fu that Ye Wanlan had withdrawn publicly from the competition and had left without even taking the trophy?

And also, that she had taken her work with her.

Because Ye Wanlan had been too brash, challenging the authority of the Calligraphy Association publicly, the president and many senior figures were furious, preparing to ban her from the Calligraphy World.

Elder Fu stared at the vice president, his muddy eyes gradually sharpening.

"Please wait a moment, Miss Ye’s calligraphy has been borrowed by other members for circulation," finally, the vice president choked out a sentence, "I’ll check if they have finished looking at it."

Elder Fu, however, smiled, "No rush, let them take a good look, I’m free these days, great calligraphy should certainly be shared with everyone."

Hearing this, the vice president finally breathed a sigh of relief and smilingly said, "Since you’re not often in Yunjing, shall I have someone show you the museum collections over these few years?"

"Good." Elder Fu did not decline, "I will rest first."

"Take your rest!" the vice president hurried to say, "I’ll call someone right away."

He left the lounge, patting his chest, still shaken.

Luckily, Elder Fu didn’t use the internet and had no idea how much this incident had blown up over various social media platforms today.

The pressing matter was that they needed to retrieve Ye Wanlan’s work as soon as possible!

Otherwise, even if they delayed, they couldn’t stall for much longer.

"President, we have a problem!" the vice president hurried into the president’s office, "Elder Fu is here!"

"Why don’t you invite him over quickly then?" the president adjusted his glasses, a smile emerging, "Miss Fu Qiao just defended her championship title, Elder Fu must be very pleased."

"Elder Fu came to see Miss Ye’s calligraphy work," the vice president was very worried, "But the work isn’t in our hands."

"Who?" the president frowned, "That Ye Wanlan? She knows Elder Fu?"

The vice president briefly relayed the story, "President, we need to retrieve her contest piece quickly for Elder Fu to review."

"Alright," the president was not impatient, "Go and reclaim her piece."

"Do we... ask directly?" the vice president tentatively asked, "You’ve seen her reaction at the competition venue, she definitely won’t agree."

"If she doesn’t agree, then tell her to get lost!" the president slammed the documents in his hand on the desk and sneered coldly, "This isn’t the Cultural Relics Bureau Archaeology Center, nor is it Yunjing University, why should we indulge her?"

The vice president fell silent.

"If she doesn’t produce it, then she may forget about making any name for herself in calligraphy." The president’s demeanor was cold, "A genius? I’ve seen many of these arrogant geniuses, but even if she’s a genius, without resources, her talent is useless."

The vice president wanted to say something but held back, "But, President, she clearly has..."

"A friend made through chess and his own granddaughter, who weighs more, can’t you see, or can’t Elder Fu?" impatience showed in the president’s voice, "Now, go quickly!"

The vice president thought it over and relayed the orders.

**

Lin Mansion.

"Ah Lan, since we’ve withdrawn from the competition, you’re absolutely right, who would want to join such an unfair contest," Lin Huaijin was also quite angry, "You’ve been competing all morning and are tired, rest awhile, I’ll go cook for you."

Ye Wanlan nodded, "Thank you, uncle, I’m fine, I’m not tired."

"You need to eat even if you’re not tired," Lin Huaijin insisted, "Listen to me."

The door closed.

"These judges of the Calligraphy Association are blind!" Qingyun Pendant had been cursing along the way, "This is a genuine piece by Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

The Heart Protecting Bracelet also said coldly, "Those with petty vision, have forgotten the path their entire life should tread."

Although Hua Yingyue could not hear the conversation between the antiques, she could feel it. She pointed at the Heart Protecting Bracelet and asked Ye Wanlan, "Did this little bracelet say something to you?"

"It’s cursing the Calligraphy Association," Ye Wanlan replied with a faint smile.

"Well cursed, being around me has influenced its temperament," Hua Yingyue touched her chin, "Those people don’t know that back in the day, one of your calligraphy pieces was worth a fortune."

Princess Yongning had left this world far too early, and not many of her calligraphy works remained.

"Ah, speaking of Little Junior Sister’s calligraphy work, it does remind me of something," Xie Linyuan contemplated, "The Master of Highest Heaven Tower once wanted to ask you for a piece of your calligraphy."

"Oh?" Hua Yingyue was intrigued, "A Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch interested in calligraphy?"

"He must be particularly interested in the calligraphy work, more so in Princess Yongning," Xie Linyuan said, crossing his arms, "Unfortunately, by that time, Little Junior Sister had already..."

Ye Wanlan didn’t have any particular reaction, just smiled slightly, "If I had known earlier, I would have given him a piece."

"What a pity, life has no ’ifs,’" Xie Linyuan shrugged, "I suppose he regrets it much."

Ye Wanlan remained composed.

Yes, there are no ’ifs’ in this world.

Thus, in this life, she mustn’t make any missteps.

"Xiao Wan?" The door was tapped lightly, "May I come in?"

Ye Wanlan looked up, "The door’s not locked, come in."

The door was pushed open, and Yan Tingfeng entered, carrying a plate with pastries and clear tea.

Taking in the scene, Hua Yingyue commented, "That’s very thoughtful of him. Some people should take note."

"Hey—" Xie Linyuan suddenly felt attacked, "Why say that to me? Shouldn’t that be meant for Yan Shunhua? Though Yan Shunhua is even more thoughtful, isn’t he?"

"That you should learn how to give a proper apology when you meet the Fan Yin Palace Master," Hua Yingyue clicked her tongue, "Otherwise..."

Xie Linyuan’s expression froze, "Did Little Junior Sister tell you?"

However, King Qin’s words hold some truth; he should learn.

"Sit," Ye Wanlan took the tea from Tingfeng’s hands and smiled, "Don’t worry, today’s events haven’t affected me."

"I’ve come to thank Xiao Wan specifically for giving me that piece," Yan Tingfeng said, blinking gently, "I quite liked the verdicts of the Six Great Sects."

"Oh?" Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, "Only like the Six Great Sects? Not the Highest Heaven Tower?"

"I like both," Yan Tingfeng maintained his demeanor, his smile tender, "I like everything Xiao Wan writes."

Watching from the side, Xie Linyuan noted to himself.

—Sweet talk and flattery go a long way.

"I always enjoy compliments," Ye Wanlan nodded, "But that piece was just for practice. I’ll write a serious one in a few days."

Yan Tingfeng still smiled, "Good."

At that moment, Lin Huaijin’s angry voice came from downstairs, "Get out, thinking of taking the works back? Utterly corrupt—there’s no door for you here!"

Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng glanced at each other and went downstairs together.

Members of the Calligraphy Association had come to Lin Mansion, trying to take back Ye Wanlan’s calligraphy work.

Lin Huaijin held a broom, not letting them in, "Get going!"

"Miss Ye," said a middle-aged man politely as he saw Ye Wanlan come out, "Old Mr. Fu would like to see your work. It’s best if you hand it over to us."

His words carried no respect, only threats.

"Old Mr. Fu, hello," Yan Tingfeng immediately dialed Old Mr. Fu’s number, "Xiao Wan’s competition piece is with me. If you wish to see it, we invite you to Lin Mansion."

Old Mr. Fu’s expression turned serious immediately, "What’s the matter?"

"It’s nothing serious," Yan Tingfeng explained nonchalantly, "Just an unfair competition result and some threats, Xiao Wan just doesn’t want her work to stay in the Calligraphy Association."