Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl

Chapter 58: 058 Made Someone Cry, Encounter at the Art Exhibition! [2 Updates] Chapter 58: 058 Made Someone Cry, Encounter at the Art Exhibition! [2 Updates] Yeh Jialing has always been understanding, clever, and well-behaved, so how could she make such a serious mistake?

And on the most inconspicuous sector of costume design, no less!

“President Quan, our crew was completely unaware of this matter,” the producer hastily spoke up, “Please believe us, with Zhaoyan Group being the largest investor, we couldn’t have been more eager to use even the bowls for eating provided by Zhaoyan Group!”

Quan Zhaoning’s gaze was cold, showing no regard for his flattery, “Let’s discuss it when the person arrives.”

“Yes, of course,” the producer mopped his forehead, “Please take a seat, I will have her come right now!”

While urging his assistant, he also cursed Yeh Jialing and her team thoroughly.

At this very moment, Yeh Jialing was in the dressing room, preparing for the first scene.

“Jialing,” the agent entered after knocking and could hardly hide his excitement, “Great news, President Quan has personally come to the set, asking to see you specifically!”

“President Quan is looking for me?” Yeh Jialing was startled and asked incredulously, “President Quan of Zhaoyan Group?”

“Is there a second President Quan?” the agent chuckled, “It’s indeed President Quan from Zhaoyan Group. Jialing, you’re going to hit it big time!”

Admittedly, Yeh Jialing was a popular rising star in the entertainment circle, but she had no say in the presence of a capital magnate like Quan Zhaoning.

In fact, she wasn’t even qualified to attend banquets where Quan Zhaoning was present under the company’s escort.

Yeh Jialing quickly checked her makeup in the mirror, “Is my makeup smeared? Please check for me.”

“No, it’s perfect,” her agent urged, “Hurry up, we shouldn’t keep President Quan waiting.”

Yeh Jialing rushed out of the dressing room and couldn’t help but ask her assistant, “Did President Quan say what it was about?”

“You’ll know once Miss Yeh gets there,” the assistant replied in a standardized manner.

Suppressing her excitement, Yeh Jialing arrived at the producer’s room.

She had just stepped out when a voice came from the door.

“Stay outside and respond, there’s no need to come in.”

Never having received such a cold treatment, Yeh Jialing’s ears buzzed, and her complexion instantly turned pale, “I…”

“What’s going on with you? Who provided your costume?” the producer came out and started scolding, “Clothing was supposed to be provided by President Quan’s side, and we’re about to take the official photos. What’s all this?”

Clothing wasn’t his responsibility at all, and if Quan Zhaoning hadn’t suddenly raised the issue, he wouldn’t have known that Yeh Jialing wasn’t wearing the previously agreed upon outfits.

The agent went pale with fright, “What?!”

Pulling the Sky, an unknown clothing company, since when did they have a relationship with Zhaoyan Group?

Thinking of the unreasonable words she had said the day before, the agent’s heart rate skyrocketed, nearly bursting out of his chest.

“President Quan, it’s a misunderstanding, this matter is a misunderstanding,” the agent tried to explain but felt utterly powerless.

“Aren’t you going to take it off and change quickly?” the producer interrupted, “You really don’t know what’s good for you!”

Yeh Jialing’s face turned even whiter, and her fingers trembled as she began to undo the buttons of her coat.

“There’s no need to take it off,” Quan Zhaoning spoke again, his voice calm, “The clothes were returned yesterday, and they’ve already been given to someone else, there are no spares. Just wear it, it’s fine, it looks quite good.”

Although he said this, Yeh Jialing still faltered, her forehead, back, and palms all soaked with a cold sweat.

The producer said resentfully, “Don’t you have somewhere else to be now?! Scram!”

“President Quan, I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry,” the agent hurriedly pulled Yeh Jialing away, and it wasn’t until they reached a secluded spot that she stamped her feet, “We miscalculated. This company is appearing for the first time and it’s not a subsidiary of Zhaoyan Group after all!”

Sheng Corporation had extended an olive branch, and they were also interested in cooperating with them.

After checking out Pulling the Sky, the agent had let down his guard, setting conditions with the hopes that they would back out on their own.

Yeh Jialing wiped away her tears, completely panicked, “What now, will I be blacklisted by President Quan, I…”

The agent was equally frantic, “Just perform well for now, focusing on the drama is what’s most important. I’ll see what can be done to salvage this.”

Being in bad terms with Quan Zhaoning?

Their entire entertainment company wouldn’t dare take such a risk.

The agent hurried to contact the upper management to find out how to resolve the issue.

**
“Ding Dong!”

Ye Wanlan, who was having breakfast, glanced at her phone. It was a group message from a chat titled “One Big Happy Family.”

[Jiang Xulin]: Didn’t I tell you I have the best temperament? According to my little aunt’s bodyguard, she made that Yeh something cry directly on the set.

[Cheng Qingli]: Please add a qualifier, at your home, you have the best temperament.

[Jiang Xulin]: Truth is, once you meet my sister, you’ll know what it means to explode at a single touch.

“Ah Lan, you came back late yesterday, I didn’t get the chance to ask you.” Lin Huaijin placed the ground soy milk in front of her, “How was your zither class? Did you learn anything?”

Ye Wanlan: “Didn’t go. I made the teacher so mad that he walked out.”

“What?!” Lin Huaijin was shocked, “Didn’t I ask you to hold back?”

Lin Wenli and Khor Peiqing also looked towards her.

“I did hold back,” Ye Wanlan said nonchalantly, “That’s why I said I’ve only learned ‘Rise in the Tide’.”

Lin Huaijin: “…That’s not the kind of holding back I meant.”

You should say you’ll twinkle, twinkle, shining bright.

“Well, then let’s find another teacher,” Lin Huaijin pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’ll keep an eye out for you at the Zither Association another day, definitely someone with a higher tolerance.”

“Uncle.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t you think they’re not qualified to be my teacher?”

Lin Huaijin: “Huh?”

“It’s okay if you don’t think so, Grandma will take me directly to the Jiangcheng Zither Association when the time comes.” Ye Wanlan took a sip of soy milk, “I’ll speak with the president directly, you can rest.”

Before Lin Huaijin had time to react, she saw her stand up: “What are you doing up so early?”

“Going to find my teacher,” Ye Wanlan nodded, “Uncle, Auntie, no need to save lunch for me today, I’ll eat out.”

“Hey, wait, what teacher?” Lin Huaijin called out to her, “Which kind of teacher?”

“Kunqu opera.” Ye Wanlan slung her bag over her shoulder and headed out the door.

Lin Huaijin said blankly, “When did she start learning Kunqu opera?”

Lin Wenli was silent for a moment: “I can’t imagine it.”

Just thinking about his cousin getting into opera costumes and singing Kunqu opera, he really couldn’t associate her with the violent person who had knocked down the Qin Family’s guards with her fists.

Perhaps… this was also a kind of magical contrast?

An hour later, Ye Wanlan met up with Yan Tingyue at the South City Train Station.

“Ah Lan, over here.” Yan Tingyue was delighted, grasping the girl’s hand, “I miss you so much when I don’t see you for a day.”

“Teacher, I brought you a gift.” Ye Wanlan handed a sachet to Yan Tingyue, “Wear it on you, it can rejuvenate your spirit and calm your mind.”

Yan Tingyue’s expression brightened as she took it: “Su embroidery?!”

Such delicate embroidery work, exquisite stitching, and beautiful designs could only belong to Su embroidery.

“Teacher has good eyes, it indeed is Su embroidery,” Ye Wanlan said with a faint smile, “We haven’t scaled up production yet, but I got one for the teacher to review.”

Yan Tingyue fondly caressed the sachet, the size of a quarter of a palm, and her eyes moistened, she muttered: “Yes, it’s Su embroidery, it’s so good that it’s Su embroidery.”

Five years ago, when she had just resigned as the vice president of the Yunjing Art Association, she suddenly heard that one of the few remaining Su embroidery inheritors had died in a car accident, right here in South City!

This was also one of the reasons she came to South City to live in seclusion.

She wanted to know whether it was man-made or an accident, but she never got an answer.

With two inheritors gone, Su embroidery was even more in peril.

And now, she saw such exquisite needlework again.

“Teacher, don’t cry,” Ye Wanlan said softly, “It will be alright, our culture will be passed down and continue to flourish.”

“Look at me, getting so sentimental on such a good day,” Yan Tingyue wiped away her tears, her smile returning, “Coincidentally, I also wanted to discuss something with you.”

“Please go ahead, Teacher.”

“I want to form a Kunqu opera troupe, try to make Kunqu opera truly enter the mainstream, instead of being appreciated by just a few.”

Only with fresh blood continuously infused could Kunqu opera possess vigorous vitality.

“Teacher, you and I are thinking on the same lines,” Ye Wanlan nodded in agreement, “About the candidates, do you have anyone in mind?”

“There are a few,” Yan Tingyue said, “but it’s not enough, and I don’t know if they are willing to come act.”

“Alright, I’ll keep an eye out too. It so happens that I’ve taken over an entertainment company, with lots of young trainees. I’ll see if any of them are suitable for learning Kunqu opera.”

“With you on board, Ah Lan, for decades, I’ve never felt this reassured. Let’s go to the exhibition first, and we’ll have a good talk over dinner.”

The art exhibition was organized by the South City Art Association and is being held at the Art Center.

Today is the first day the exhibition is open, only to some internal staff and painters who have contributed to Chinese painting.

Sheng Yunyi was also among the invitees, accompanied by Zhou Hechen.

“What’s wrong today, not in a good mood?” Zhou Hechen asked with concern.

Sheng Yunyi sighed, “Just now my father received a call from Yeh Jialing’s team, saying there was an urgent issue, and they couldn’t collaborate with us.”

“There’s more than one star in the entertainment industry, there are many,” Zhou Hechen said indifferently, “I’ll help you look at others.”

“Hechen, thank you so much,” Sheng Yunyi finally showed a smile, expressing her gratitude sincerely.

“Miss Yunyi, Mr. Zhou, we’ve arrived,” the driver announced as they stopped at the entrance to the Art Center.

Getting out of the car, Sheng Yunyi said, “Hechen, there are quite a few well-known figures from the industry here today, we should take the opportunity to make some connections.”

The name ‘Yongning Painting School’ has always been a draw for famous Chinese painting masters.

She wanted to know which masters would attend the exhibition today.

At the same time, Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingyue also got out of the car, officially arriving at the exhibition.

Although Yan Tingyue had lived in seclusion for many years, her status was still recognized in the circle, and as soon as she got out of the car, a staff member came to greet her.

Seeing this, Sheng Yunyi realized that Yan Tingyue was no ordinary person, so she approached, “May I ask—”
Feeling the light in front of her become obstructed, Ye Wanlan tipped her hat, and turned her head with a measured look.