Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl

Firing so many people, what's the difference between that and the company going under?

Madam Lin said indifferently, "I don't care if you're trying to please the old lady or whatever else, but let me remind you, if you have the energy, you'd better focus on the Zither, you probably don't know, the Lin Family Main House is affiliated with Heavenly Sound Sect—"

"Beep beep beep."

Before she could finish, the call was already disconnected.

Madam Lin frowned, "She's not very capable, but she sure has a temper. I wanted to talk to her about Heavenly Sound Sect and the affairs of the Yunjing main house, to broaden her horizons."

The Lin Family Main House valued the Seven-stringed Guqin the most, and without a daughter, she could only continue to curry favor with Lin Woyu's family.

She hoped to build a connection with Lin Qin and return to the economic center of Shenzhou—Yunjing.

Ye Wanlan was only brought back to the Lin Family by Lin Huaijin at the age of twelve and never had the chance or qualifications to get involved in the Lin Family's secrets.

Lin Qingwen laughed, "She mistakes your kindness for a donkey's liver and lungs, why bother to offer your warm face to a cold ass?"

Madam Lin shook her head, "That day she treated the old lady, she really thought herself a Divine Doctor, capable of miraculous cures."

Madam Lin had no real feelings towards Lin Weilan; her filial piety was driven by her desire to climb higher.

What annoyed her was that she had served Lin Weilan so painstakingly for many years, yet had not received any substantial benefits.

Lin Qingwen was noncommittal, "Just treat it as a joke."

The exact cause of Lin Weilan's illness remained undiagnosed. She had been sustained by medicines for years and could pass away any day.

Even the Yunjing Su Family, an Imperial Medical Family, was helpless. What could Ye Wanlan, someone who had gone to be a stand-in, possibly do?

"I wouldn't take it seriously, I'm just afraid the old lady would be blinded by her smooth talk." Madam Lin smiled faintly, "At such a young age, she doesn't use her mind for the right things, she won't get far."

Lin Qingwen expressed agreement.

He didn't take Ye Wanlan to heart, in his view, Ye Wanlan posed no threat to him and his wife, nor did she have the capacity to return to the Yunjing main house. She wasn't worth suppressing, nor worth making connections with.

**

"Sister Lan, the application to rename the company has been submitted, it will take 3 to 5 workdays, and we should be able to move to the new office building in the next few days." In the office, Cheng Qingli was reporting on her work, "Following the list you provided, we've contacted the people at the top, and the interviews can be conducted tomorrow."

"Good, thank you for your hard work." Ye Wanlan patted her head, "The beginning is tough, but there will be results."

"It's not hard at all." Cheng Qingli said earnestly, "Sister Lan, you've made me realize where my value lies, I couldn't be happier."

Ye Wanlan stood up, "Come on, I'll go home to get some documents for you, and treat you to milk tea on the way."

No one was at the Lin house at this time, Lin Huaijin and Khor Peiqing were at work, and Lin Wenli was in class.

As they entered the bedroom, Cheng Qingli was the first to notice the Seven-stringed Zither, and was astonished, "Sister Lan, you can actually play the Guqin?"

Ye Wanlan nodded slightly, "I know a thing or two."

In her previous life, while she was recuperating in Heavenly Sound Sect, she had learned to play the Guqin with the Supreme Elder for a while.

During these years of temporal loops, she had also continued to make progress, but her Zither skills were still inferior to her killing skills.

She played the Zither, primarily to kill.

"Primordial Lost Sound? The material of this Zither seems extraordinary," Cheng Qingli read the four characters inscribed on the Zither, reaching out with curiosity.

"Don't touch," Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "It could kill."

Cheng Qingli jumped, stammering, "Really? Like what they show in TV dramas? The Six-Fingered Zither Devil?"

In her mind, she could already picture a scene of Martial World masters dueling.

Ye Wanlan suddenly laughed and said in a calm and unhurried manner, "It's fake, but the strings of the zither are too sharp, and I was afraid you'd get hurt."

"Sister Lan, you scared me to death," Cheng Qingli patted her chest, "That's not good for me, my heart can't take it."

Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows, "Getting scared a few times builds endurance, so that you won't easily collapse in the future."

Cheng Qingli scratched her head, wondering if she would encounter something in the future that would shatter her worldview?

She was a strong person, after all!

After getting her hands on the information, Cheng Qingli went to wait for the bus.

She still felt that the name "Primordial Lost Sound" was very familiar, so she took out her phone and searched online.

[The Primordial Lost Sound Zither, allegedly made by the Emperor of Ancient Times, has existed for a thousand years, later becoming the treasure of the Heavenly Sound Sect, passed down from generation to generation, belonging to each Workshop Master, now numerous imitations exist, the real one's whereabouts unknown.]

Recalling the ancient and elegant Seven-stringed Zither, an unbelievable thought emerged in Cheng Qingli's heart.

Could it be... the Primordial Lost Sound Zither in Sister Lan's hands was real?

No sooner had this idea surfaced than she suppressed it.

Even the Primordial Lost Sound Zither in the Yunjing Museum was a replica, the real one had probably been lost long ago.

The sound of a bus horn rang out, the bus arrived at the stop, and Cheng Qingli, carrying the milk tea Ye Wanlan bought her, happily boarded.

**

Two days later, at Jiangcheng First Hospital.

Qin Xian, who had been lying in bed for a whole week, finally woke up, the pungent odor of disinfectant filling his nostrils as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

Ten seconds later, Qin Xian finally recalled the memories from before he passed out and screamed frantically, "Where is Ye Wanlan? Did Ye Wanlan kill me?!"

Even though he was lying in a hospital bed, he couldn't believe that Ye Wanlan dared to lay a hand on him.

A stand-in with no power or influence in Jiangcheng, dependent on their mercy to act.

How could she dare?!

"Ah Xian! Ah Xian, don't get agitated," Madam Qin hurried over in a bit of a panic. "You've just woken up, your body is still weak. You must stabilize your emotions. Yunyi, come quickly and talk to him."

Hearing Sheng Yunyi's name, Qin Xian indeed calmed down a bit. He opened his eyes with effort, "Yunyi?"

Sheng Yunyi tucked the blanket around him and asked gently, "Ah Xian, is there anywhere else that feels uncomfortable?"

Qin Xian's lips moved slightly, "My hand..."

"Ah Xian, rest assured, Mother specifically contacted a doctor from Yunjing to treat you, your hand is fine." Madam Qin said anxiously, "You must rest well; the doctor said your injuries were too severe."

"Where is Ye Wanlan?" Qin Xian got agitated again. Madam Qin's voice also became grave, "We certainly cannot let this matter go, Ah Xian. What do you think we should do?"

"Of course, make her die!" Qin Xian's glare was ruthless, "Mother, first capture her, this time smash her hand, I want to see how she can reattach it!"

"Wait, Aunt Qin, and Ah Xian, Miss Ye is young and ignorant, let me apologize on her behalf," Sheng Yunyi said softly, "It's also my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have..."

"Yunyi, this has nothing to do with you," Qin Xian said with a sinister look, "Don't interfere, I must kill her."

"But..." Sheng Yunyi started to speak, then paused, "Ah Xian, to my knowledge, it was you who pushed her into the water first, her hand also—"

Qin Xian laughed, mockingly light, "Does she have evidence? No."

How can she fight against me!