When Yuran received Annan’s message, she was replying to a class group notification. Upon glancing at Annan’s message, her brows jumped, and she switched the chat interface.
Yuran: Don’t act rashly, I really don’t care about this matter, but I do care very much about something else, your boyfriend, is he with Yinran Entertainment?
Annan had just gotten into a taxi and looked down at the message, quickly replying: Yeah, that’s right! What’s up?
Yuran’s response wasn’t as prompt this time. She fell into a daze when she saw the words "Yinran Entertainment."
Yinran Entertainment.
Back when she was with Yinchao, he had said that Yinran Entertainment was the testimony of their relationship. It wasn’t until after he died that she understood, the "ran" in Yinran Entertainment was also a part of Fu Bairan’s name.
What a grand show, these two had been very quiet and low-key for half a year, with the major media outlets reporting that they wanted to mourn Fu Yuran for a year. During this year, they both did not participate in any activities.
Hmph, quite a lot of drama.
She knew Yinchao very well. With Lin Chen’s resurgence and the final ownership of the songs at stake, he would certainly assert his claim in various ways.
That was his consistent style, and she didn’t yet have enough power to contend with the two of them. However, there was no reason she should swallow the bitter fruit by herself.
Annan: Ranran, are you worried about the tactics of Yinran Entertainment? Don’t worry, I can turn things around.
Upon seeing this message, Yuran laughed and replied: Come on, tell me, what’s your background that gives you such confidence, little Annan?
Annan: My father is An Chongshan.
When she saw the name, Yuran instantly understood. An Chongshan, the shipping magnate. Eighty percent of the empire’s ships were from the An Family.
Yuran: So you’re the little princess of the An Family.
The two chatted intermittently, with Yuran completely ignoring the messages in the group chat. By the time she realized it, everyone had already decided on the time and place of the dinner.
She was utterly confused...
[Arabic Language Department, class of 189]
Class Monitor: @Míngjìng běn qīngjìng, héchù rǎn chén’āi, everyone has agreed to meet at Jinding Grand Hotel’s Peony Hall in Diwai, at nine in the morning tomorrow.
Pointedly @-ing her? That made things awkward. Yuran quickly replied with an ok and was about to exit when she got @-ed again.
Class Monitor: @Míngjìng běn qīngjìng, héchù rǎn chén’āi, the cost is 200 yuan per person.
Míngjìng běn qīngjìng, héchù rǎn chén’āi: Ok, I’ll transfer it to you.
An unfamiliar dinner was actually meaningless, but with everyone so enthusiastic, she could not act too autocratically.
After transferring the money, the Diwai group finally quieted down.
Annan couldn’t figure out Yuran’s thoughts. After waiting for a while and seeing that Yuran did not reply, she started to feel uneasy. Just when she was about to instruct the driver to change course, Yuran’s message arrived.
Yuran: Annan, let’s put this matter on hold for now, no need to rush. When the time comes to turn things around, I’ll call on you for help. Let’s leave it at that for now.
Annan, puzzled: Aren’t you upset?
Yuran: Not really, it’s not that upsetting, just a bit nauseating. Don’t overthink it, get a good night’s sleep, and just sort out your feelings, let’s wait on everything else.
It took a few minutes before Annan replied: Ok! I understand, sorry!
Yuran: Don’t dwell on it, when I say I don’t mind, I really don’t, but this matter isn’t so easy to let slide either.
Annan: Do you have a strategy?
Yuran: Mhm, it might not be very effective, but let’s give it a shot. If we can bring down even one, that’s a win. We’re already so irritated. Let the others not think they can rest easy either.
Annan replied with a smiley face: I’ll follow your lead.