Li Wanbai’s eyes instantly lit up as she nodded repeatedly. Suddenly, she paused mid-motion and looked at Su Chengzi with confusion. “Duo Duo, I never got the chance to ask—what do you do for work?”
“Designer,” Su Chengzi replied succinctly, then added after a moment’s thought, “A jewelry designer.”
Hearing this profession, Li Wanbai’s gaze momentarily grew distant, but it quickly darkened as more pressing questions surfaced. “Then how did you know what project our company is negotiating?”
Though she had just traveled back in time and wasn’t yet fully versed in business matters—remaining completely ignorant of the entertainment industry’s regulations and unwritten rules—that didn’t mean she was hopelessly foolish.
She herself was widely criticized online yet commanded high traffic and significant topic popularity. Yu Baichuan was even more remarkable—a Movie Emperor who had won numerous major awards. Their pairing was an explosive combination.
Any program capable of securing both of them had to be extraordinary, likely an S+ tier project at minimum. Such matters shouldn’t be treated as classified documents under complete lockdown, but neither should they be easily accessible to casual inquiry.
Su Chengzi observed Li Wanbai discreetly. Her clear, bright eyes held no trace of vigilance or mockery—only profound confusion and an unconscious naivety she herself hadn’t noticed. She was genuinely puzzled.
“Precisely because you two have massive fanbases and high topic popularity, such matters can’t be kept secret,” Su Chengzi sniffed lightly. “Even if your companies want to conceal them, the program producers wouldn’t leave two major assets unused. They’d intentionally or unintentionally leak some information before broadcast to engage the fans. It’s quite easy for me to obtain confirmed details when I investigate.”
“But why were you investigating?”
“Because of that…” Su Chengzi cut herself off and said irritably, “What? Don’t you need to rest? So many questions? If you’re recovered, go home and stop occupying medical resources.”
Li Wanbai pursed her lips. Though much had changed over the past decade, Su Chengzi remained the same short-fused powder keg—and she was still the one suffering for it.
How comforting.
Li Wanbai didn’t stay long at the hospital before checking out. With Su Chengzi around, even if she had an allergic reaction, she could be rushed to medical care promptly. After resting briefly, she was fine—no need to occupy medical resources when she could go wherever needed.
Su Chengzi had driven over intending to take Li Wanbai home, but a phone call summoned her away abruptly. Li Wanbai returned to her residence in the company-arranged car. Pushing the door open, darkness surged forward like a tide, enveloping the entire villa.
Groping along the wall, Li Wanbai found the switch and flipped it. Instantly, cool white light cascaded softly.
She hadn’t had time earlier to carefully examine her decade-later living space. Standing in the entryway, Li Wanbai scanned her surroundings with mild emotion. The villa’s decor maintained remarkable color consistency—interwoven blacks and grays that felt oppressive, utterly unlike the style Li Wanbai would prefer.
It somewhat resembled the rigid, cold Yu Baichuan that Su Chengzi had described.
Li Wanbai ambled to the sofa and plopped down abruptly, suddenly chuckling.
Yu Baichuan—rigid and cold.
Ten years ago, she would never have imagined those words could be assembled together.
After all, how proper could someone who gets along with Li Wanbai really be?
Li Wanbai raised her hand, electronic light streaming through her fingers.
She truly did prefer warm yellow lighting after all.
The entire villa gave her an unfamiliar, oppressive feeling—she didn’t like this place.
Li Wanbai stroked her chin thoughtfully, then immediately dialed the renovation company’s number.
Early the next morning, employees from the renovation company came to survey the client’s requirements. For their business card to appear in the upscale villa community where Li Wanbai lived, this renovation company was naturally no ordinary outfit—they had seen plenty of grand scenes.
The woman in professional attire showed not the slightest surprise when facing the currently hugely popular, controversial female star, maintaining an appropriate smile throughout: “May I ask which part of the property Miss Li wishes to renovate?”
“I want to transform the terrace area into a glass greenhouse,” Li Wanbai pointed at the empty balcony nearby, which blended perfectly with the villa’s overall decor—desolate and barren, containing nothing.
Utterly devoid of vitality.
The consultant showed a momentary confusion: “With all due respect, Miss Li, if you want the terrace to feel vibrant, you could simply purchase some flowers from a florist.”
There was no need to call their company for that!
“No, I think you might have misunderstood me. I want to transform that balcony into a semi-enclosed independent space filled with plants, preferably with a fully automated irrigation system,” Li Wanbai explained her requirements with complete seriousness.
This room felt too oppressive—she was extremely uncomfortable here, especially with that balcony visible immediately upon opening the door.
It was so empty, as if its purpose wasn’t merely to be a balcony. She wanted to turn that space into a glass room.
The only problem was her allergy to flowers, which naturally made her requirements more stringent.
If conditions permitted, she hoped to install automated irrigation and air purification systems there, creating fully automated artificial landscaping.
If she merely wanted to decorate the balcony, it truly wouldn’t require such extensive measures or hiring professionals.
But with these additional requirements, it was no longer something a flower shop could handle.
The consultant professionally pulled out her notebook and recorded Li Wanbai’s requests one by one, her expression growing increasingly peculiar.
Li Wanbai, constantly observing her reaction, couldn’t help asking: “Is it not feasible?”
“Of course not! We at Tianyu Company guarantee that no matter how challenging the layout or unusual the request, we can fulfill it! Realizing customers’ dreams is the very purpose of Tianyu Renovation Company’s existence. It’s just that this sounds very familiar.”
The consultant looked at the terrace again, squinting as if murmuring to herself, “It seems a long time ago, a gentleman made a similar request, though he never followed up with the project later.”
She still remembered how the gentleman’s eyes sparkled when discussing his future plans—that look of boundless anticipation. Combined with his handsome appearance and how he couldn’t go three sentences without mentioning his wife, she had envied them for quite some time, making the memory particularly vivid.
“Oh, really?” Li Wanbai expressed some surprise but didn’t elaborate, shaking her head with a smile. “It seems there are quite a few people like me in this world.”
What a coincidence that she would run into one.
Li Wanbai had welcomed the contact person from the renovation company early in the morning, and just as early, she saw them off. The renovation company’s car had barely left when a Maybach pulled up in front of the villa.