Chapter 220: 163 Accidentally t Sister-in-law, Did Lord Wanwan Assist Big Brother? (3 more)_2
Tang Wan nodded earnestly, feeling that this person was genuinely impressive.
The Qi Family’s company headquarters was located in the busiest business district of Beijing, occupying a standalone skyscraper with a huge, popular poster of their newly signed spokesperson hanging outside. Many people stopped to take photos there.
On a weekday, every departnt was busy. Xiaozhu directly led her to the conference room on the 17th floor.
“Miss Tang, you go ahead with your work, call anyti if you need anything.” Assistant Xiaozhu briefed Ruan ngxi on so matters before going off to attend to her own tasks.
Inside the conference room, several people from the industry were already present. So had collaborated on TV dramas before and were familiar with each other. They looked sowhat surprised seeing Tang Wan.
Ruan ngxi gave everyone a brief introduction and then prepared to start the eting.
As she arranged for Tang Wan to sit down, being close friends, they exchanged playful glances.
Tang Wan whispered to her, “I think you have good taste.”
Ruan ngxi was stunned for a mont, “Thank you.”
Naturally, she assud Tang Wan was referring to Qi Zeyan, but then she thought again—despite Zeyan having feelings for Tang Wan and being her close friend, could there be sothing else between them?
So n deliberately avoid the friends of a close female friend.
Another thought occurred to her. If one persists long enough, even a solid rod can be ground into a needle; with skilled digging, even the sharpest corner can be made into a pit.
What’s there to fear? Just take it slow.
**
As the eting was about to start…
“So people haven’t arrived yet,” soone ntioned.
“It’s okay, Teacher Shen said he’s stuck in traffic and might take another half an hour to get here, we can start first,” Ruan ngxi, hosting such a eting for the first ti, was still sowhat nervous.
Speaking of the eting, it was actually a discussion among the heads of costu and props, for example, how the clothing and jewelry should be paired, what hairstyles and attire should be used for characters in different periods—details which all needed to be discussed.
The Qing Palace Drama, could also be dubbed a drama about groups of won, where major characters were all discussed individually.
The discussion was ticulous and detailed.
Previously, others in the studio were responsible for these tasks. This was Tang Wan’s first ti participating in such discussions. She took earnest notes with her notebook and occasionally offered her own opinions.
It was not until soone pulled out the chair next to her and sat down that she turned her head to look.
A very beautiful woman.
She smiled apologetically at Tang Wan, keeping her voice low as she took out a laptop from her bag to prepare for note-taking.
“Teacher Shen, your tea,” Ruan ngxi, coordinating the eting, served her a cup of water upon her arrival.
“Thank you.”
While waiting for her computer to boot up, she took a sip of tea.
“Are you in charge of headwear?” she asked, looking at the notebook in Tang Wan’s hand, “Sorry, I didn’t an to peek.”
Tang Wan’s notebook lay openly on the table, featuring sketches of beaded hairpins drawn impulsively—bound to attract a few extra glances.
“It’s okay, they’re just so drafts. I’m only responsible for making so Cyan Feather headpieces. May I ask who you are…” Tang Wan lowered her voice, sizing her up.
“I’m not from the production crew, just here to give so advice.”
Tang Wan nodded. Although it was a palace intrigue drama, it still needed to adhere closely to historical facts. In recent years, dramas involving history underwent strict scrutiny; experts from various fields were often invited to provide guidance.
“Hello.” Since she was an expert, Tang Wan showed great respect, “I’m Tang Wan.”
“I know, we’ve t before,” she smiled.
“t before?”
“At the previous auction. I was there too, but as a staff mber. You might not rember .”
An auction would inevitably involve appraising and evaluating items.
ntioning this, Tang Wan felt sowhat embarrassed, especially since she had confronted Zhuang Rao at that event, causing a scene that wasn’t exactly pleasant to recall.
“That day, you did the right thing. Good people are often taken advantage of, and besides, that lady truly went too far,” she smiled.
Tang Wan coughed softly and bent down to continue her sketching and note-taking, pondering where she might have seen her before. She was strikingly beautiful; even as a staff mber in a uniform, she would stand out from the crowd.
After pondering for a while, he glanced at her figure, and it seed that he suddenly rembered.
“You wouldn’t happen to be the one on that day… at the ergency exit area, right?”
At that ti, Zhuang Rao had fled in a panic, attempting to leave through the ergency exit, but soone had blocked her and even tripped her. Apart from that, Tang Wan couldn’t think of anyone else whose figure matched hers.
She just smiled, not denying it, and had already opened her computer, starting to make so ticulous records.
How could such a coincidence happen?
Tang Wan felt astonished in her heart, feeling it was fated, and she took out her phone to tell Jiang Jinsang about it.
[Do you rember the person from the last auction, the lady in black who stepped in bravely? I actually t her here today, what a coincidence, huh?]
Jiang Jinsang was sitting by the window, playing with a small stick, teasing Lord Wansui.
Inside, Lord Wansui was breaking down:
I’m just a turtle, it’s cold, and I need to hibernate too, can you please stop bothering !
His pupils contracted slightly and his fingers trembled upon seeing the ssage, and Lord Wansui was flipped over in an instant.
It flailed its limbs, its shell wobbling, but it couldn’t flip itself over!
Jiang Jinsang pursed his lips: [Are you sure?]
Wasn’t this the person his brother was looking for?
So she was currently in Qi Zeyan’s company? That was indeed a coincidence.
[I asked her, and she didn’t deny it, it’s definitely her. She was a staff mber that day, no wonder she could enter the ergency exit area. She might be an expert in historical artifacts, coming to provide guidance. Mainly, she shares the sa last na as my grandfather, it feels quite intimate.]
Jiang Jinsang was caressing the small stick on his fingertip, no wonder his brother couldn’t find this person on that day. Everyone had subconsciously assud she was there to attend the auction and completely ignored the staff.
[How much longer is your eting?]
[Not sure, it might be quite long.]
…
Jiang Yanting received a call while he was in a eting, slightly frowning as he saw the caller ID.
Sitting opposite him, Jiang Zhaolin snorted, “You leave your phone on during etings?”
“I don’t want this month’s bonus,” Jiang Yanting said and walked out with his phone, leaving Jiang Zhaolin clenching the pen in his hand tightly because Jiang Yanting was too precise, never giving him a chance to catch any mistakes.
He had children, and Jiangjiang could have issues at any ti, so he normally kept his phone on 24 hours a day.
“Let’s continue with the eting,” Jiang Zhenhuan could naturally sense the undercurrents stirring within the company. Even if he wanted to deal with Jiang Zhaolin, hampering him wasn’t sothing that could be accomplished overnight.
“Is there sothing?” Jiang Yanting headed straight back to his office, and frankly, today’s eting was quite pointless, he had been wanting to leave early. This call provided him with just the excuse.
“Her last na is Shen?”
“Jiang Jinsang!” Jiang Yanting narrowed his eyes, where did he hear that from, could it possibly be Qi Zeyan’s loose lips?
“Wanwan went to Qi Zeyan’s company for a eting today, and t her.”
“Qi Zeyan’s company?”
“Unknown when she will leave, you better hurry over.”
“I understand.”
*
Jiang Yanting had thought, according to the plan, that she would have contacted him by now. But as he waited with no news, even knowing she would eventually contact him, he couldn’t help feeling anxious.
Sitting in his chair, his fingers fidgeting with a pen, he hesitated for only a brief two seconds before he stood up, took his car keys, and went downstairs.
In the end…
It was he who couldn’t keep his cool.
How could she be in Qi Zeyan’s company? And he hadn’t disclosed any news to him?
Qi Zeyan was buried in his work at the mont, completely unaware that he had already been targeted by more than one person.
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