"Yinchao Brother, what should we do?" Fu Yuran asked, her heart still racing. She hadn’t expected to see Qi Younian again, so strict and ruthless, completely different from the person she remembered.
Could he know something?
What angered Yinchao was Qi Younian’s ability to be so coldblooded and heartless. The reason he hadn’t dared to move against Qi Younian was because the extent of Qi’s influence was unclear; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been as simple as just kicking him out back then.
However, seeing Fu Bairan even more nervous than himself, he comforted her reassuringly, "No worries, tell me, do you still want to shoot ’Empress of a Generation’?"
Fu Bairan hung her head, her eyelids drooping, her voice carrying a frail and victimized tone, "I want to, I don’t want to lose to Sister."
Yinchao tousled her hair, "That’s good then. Since Qi Younian has spoken, let’s just buy it. We’re not lacking that eighty million anyway, and I hope you can surpass your sister."
"Yinchao Brother..." Fu Bairan smiled seductively, and the two quickly shared a kiss.
Qi Younian caressed the transaction screenshot on his mobile phone, his lips curling into a cold and disdainful smile. After suppressing his emotions, he took out his phone and sent Yuran a message.
Qi Younian: "I’ve sold all the rights to ’Empress of a Generation,’ it has nothing to do with us anymore. Are you free this afternoon? We need to talk."
That evening, Yuran and Qi Younian met at a private restaurant known for its discretion, of which Qi Younian was a member with a private room.
On this occasion, Qi Younian brought someone with him, a person Yuran recognized well—the internationally renowned screenwriter Xuan Ze Tang.
In her previous life, she had the good fortune to meet him twice but never had the chance to collaborate before she died.
Why did Qi Younian bring a renowned screenwriter to meet her?
After making a simple introduction, Qi Younian said, "Xuan Ze has a script that hasn’t found the right fit, so I thought I’d introduce him to you."
He was speaking to Yuran.
Yuran was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "I’m not planning on taking on any roles now. My studies are too demanding, Mr. Qi... I won’t be able to keep up and might fail and not graduate."
Qi Younian gave her a look, "Who said he’s interested in you? What are you responding to?"
Xuan Ze Tang had been silent since the greetings, just fixing his gaze on Yuran, quietly sizing her up for a while, and then withdrawing his gaze in disappointment.
Qi Younian noticed the expression on his face and guessed that Yuran probably didn’t stand a chance. He didn’t insist. Perhaps because of his upbringing abroad, Xuan Ze tended to speak directly. He said that Yuran wasn’t suitable for his script.
Yuran wasn’t disappointed. She nodded, "Understood. If it’s not a fit for the script, it does hinder the narrative progression. It’s fortunate for me that Mr. Xuan Ze made the trip here."
Xuan Ze caught a glimpse of her reflected smile in the cup and for a moment felt she was actually quite suitable. He changed his mind, "I think, you could try out."
Both were unsure why he suddenly changed his mind, and so quickly at that. Yuran chuckled, "But Mr. Xuan Ze, I don’t have the time."
"For my movie, I want fine craftsmanship, which will only premiere a year later. You can shoot during your breaks and holidays in the meantime. That is, if you pass my audition," he said.
With that, Yuran actually began to consider the idea; it wouldn’t really delay her much.
But that would mean higher production costs. Mr. Xuan Ze doesn’t mind?