"Join which group? Emperor Shun of Tang has started filming? How come I wasn’t aware?"
Xie Cheng looked at him, completely indifferent and unreflective, his anger making his liver ache, "Are you short of work? Do you think, you are short of work? With your attitude towards work, do you deserve the two words ’dedicated’?"
"If anyone praises my dedication, feel free to correct them." The thin film emperor quickly changed his clothes, totally unconcerned, as if he were talking about someone else.
Xie Cheng was so angry he almost choked, "..."
The day Qi Younian went to Yinran Entertainment to discuss the contract for Empress of a Generation, he informed Yuran, and Yuran chatted with him over the phone for a bit. Everything was still to proceed as originally planned.
Just before hanging up, Qi Younian asked her, "Are you truly not regretting Empress of a Generation?"
Yuran’s hand gripping the phone trembled, and after a long silence, she finally said, "How could I not have regrets? That was the project I wanted to complete with all my heart before I died.
But Younian, this project has now been tainted; you know what I mean."
Qi Younian didn’t say a word, and Yuran continued, "Yinchao now desperately needs the publicity from this drama to turn Yinran Entertainment around. You can push the price higher; he will compromise, after all, how could they give up without squeezing every last bit of value from the late Fu Yuran?"
"You..." Qi Younian hesitated, finally sighing, "I really don’t know whether to say you are broad-minded or what, I understand, once the result is out, I’ll text you."
"Okay, I’ll wait for your good news."
Yinran Entertainment.
Qi Younian had once stayed here for three years. He finally left because of Yinchao’s falling out with Fu Yuran, abandoning the bond of life and death between them. Entering once again, he felt complex and indignant.
No sooner had he exited the elevator than he ran into Fu Bairan, with slightly reddened eyes. Seeing him, she smiled faintly and walked over, "Younian, it’s been a long time..."
Qi Younian, without saying a word, scrutinized Fu Bairan’s features carefully, wondering if it was his imagination, but he had never thought there was anything amiss before. Now, looking at Fu Bairan, nothing resembled Fu Yuran.
They didn’t look like sisters at all.
After a few seconds, he shifted his gaze away, ignoring Fu Bairan who had walked up to him, and headed straight for Yinchao’s office.
As Fu Bairan brushed past him, the pitiful look on her face stiffened momentarily, her tears almost falling, which looked somewhat comical. However, she quickly recovered and followed Qi Younian into Yinchao’s office.
"Younian, long time no see."
Yinchao lifted his gaze, seeing Qi Younian pushing the door open and stood up to greet him with a smile.
The later-entering Fu Bairan rushed to pour a glass of water for him.
Qi Younian didn’t respond, nor did he sit down. He went straight to the point and said to Yinchao, "Eighty million, the rights to Empress of a Generation fully yours, I won’t interfere anymore or create any obstacles."
"Eighty million?" Yinchao’s expression changed in an instant, his smile vanishing, with a trace of resentment, "Qi Younian, even though you are no longer a shareholder of Yinran Entertainment, please don’t start inflating prices from the ground up."
Qi Younian scoffed, looking at him with rife sarcasm, "When Fu Yuran was incredibly famous years ago, how much profit did she and Yinran Entertainment bring you? Can’t you even come up with eighty million, President Yin?"
Fu Bairan placed the glass aside and hurriedly came to defuse the tense situation, "Brother Younian, Brother Yinchao, sit down, let’s talk it out, don’t rush."
She pushed Yinchao, then turned towards Qi Younian.