After the True Heiress Travels Back
Chapter 252 Director Wang

Chapter 252: Chapter 252 Director Wang

Hearing his words, Shi Yiqing felt somewhat more at ease.

"Brother Yuchen, the Cheng Family wouldn’t be deliberately targeting you, would they? I heard the Cheng Family seems to have quite a foundation in Capital City. What if Cheng Lingdang’s father is relentless?"

"You don’t need to worry about this, I will handle it."

Shi Yiqing pretended to decline for quite a while before finally agreeing.

After hanging up the phone, she took a long breath of relief.

If she had known things would turn out this way, she wouldn’t have clashed with Cheng Lingdang in the first place.

If only everything had happened before it all started.

She could have gotten to know Cheng Lingdang before Shi Yaoguang, and become friends with her.

In that case, she wouldn’t have ended up in the situation she found herself in today.

Just as Shi Yiqing was reflecting on her regrets, a bright idea suddenly flashed through her mind.

Now, if she wanted to change the outcome, it wasn’t without possibility.

Cheng Lingdang was targeted by Leng Yuchen’s people and nearly lost her life on the spot.

She couldn’t show up at this moment, but that didn’t mean others couldn’t!

If...

Cheng Lingdang mistook Shi Yaoguang as the person behind it all, what would happen?

By then, even if Cheng Lingdang had mistaken the person, the friendship between Cheng Lingdang and Shi Yaoguang wouldn’t last.

By that time, if she took advantage of the situation, wouldn’t Cheng Lingdang be utterly devoted to her?

As long as she was on good terms with Cheng Lingdang, she wouldn’t have to worry about Mrs. Xiao not wanting to take her as an apprentice.

With this thought, Shi Yiqing instantly showed a radiant smile.

Now that her plan was set, the only thing she needed to consider was how to make Cheng Lingdang trust her.

...

Xiao Family.

After Shi Yaoguang left, Cheng Lingdang was taken to the study by Mrs. Xiao.

After getting the property deed from the study, the two went to the basement together.

"Grandma, what are we doing here?"

"I’m taking you to see the real deal," Mrs. Xiao said somewhat mysteriously.

"The real deal?" Cheng Lingdang’s eyes widened as she glanced around before asking in a hushed voice, "Grandma, the ’real deal’ you’re talking about... it wouldn’t be..."

She mimed a gun-shooting gesture and gave a conspiratorial wink.

Mrs. Xiao looked at her in disbelief. "What are you thinking about? You’re going to start a studio, aren’t you? I just want you to get a feel for the studio atmosphere ahead of time."

Hearing this, Cheng Lingdang immediately felt let down, "Oh, it’s that ’thing.’ I thought..."

"You thought what?" Mrs. Xiao went on, explaining the equipment needed for perfume blending and other important points as they walked.

The more Cheng Lingdang listened, the more she felt something was amiss.

"Grandma, why are you telling me all these things?"

Mrs. Xiao answered as if it were obvious, "You’re going to open a studio. Shouldn’t I tell you all this?"

"But..." Cheng Lingdang said hesitantly, "Even if I were to open a studio, you wouldn’t need to tell me all this, right? I just want to open a studio, not do a science outreach business."

Mrs. Xiao’s smile was loaded with significance. "Little Lingdang, do you think opening a studio is as simple as just talking about it?"

"No, what else then?" Cheng Lingdang asked tentatively, feeling unsure.

Mrs. Xiao laughed.

"Running a studio involves dealing with a lot of things, but... you’re still young; Grandma won’t make you do it all on your own."

Cheng Lingdang breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good to hear."

Madam Xiao continued, "Although I won’t make you do everything on your own, you still have to do what needs to be done."

"What do you mean?" Cheng Lingdang had a bewildered expression.

"What I mean is..." Madam Xiao tapped on the desk, "You’ve grown up now, and you should start taking control of these things yourself."

Cheng Lingdang: "..."

Her face suddenly took on a mournful look, and she said with a sense of grievance, "But doesn’t that mean you haven’t helped me with anything?"

"If I have to do everything myself, won’t I be worked to death?"

Madam Xiao countered, "So you think it doesn’t matter if people take advantage of you?"

"Even though Shi Yiqing has already treated you like that, she even almost took your life, and none of this matters to you, you won’t take this matter to heart at all?"

"How could that be possible?"

Cheng Lingdang gave a negative answer without even thinking.

Madam Xiao continued to look at her, "Since that’s what you think, then tell me, is there a problem with what your grandmother asks of you, to take charge personally?"

"Only by taking charge personally can you ensure that the formula in your hands won’t be disclosed."

Cheng Lingdang pursed her lips, "Isn’t that the same as valuing one’s trifle as if it were treasure?"

"How can this be called valuing one’s trifle as if it were treasure?" Madam Xiao explained helplessly: "Only by ensuring the completeness of the secret formula can you ensure its transmission."

"Your grandmother wants you to hold on to the formula not just so you can cling to it as your own treasure and never tell anyone else."

"She wants you to broaden its scope when conditions allow it."

"Once you reach a certain level of expertise in perfume mixing, even without the formulas left behind, a perfumer can still create better fragrance formulas."

Cheng Lingdang nodded as if she understood, "I get it now."

Madam Xiao reached out and ruffled her hair, "It’s okay if little Lingdang doesn’t understand now; one day, you’ll appreciate your grandmother’s good intentions."

...

Cheng Lingdang was overwhelmed by Madam Xiao’s words, and afterwards, she immersed herself in the perfume room, intently following her grandmother’s teachings.

While she shut herself away to study perfume-making, Shi Yaoguang was not idle either.

Far from being idle, business came knocking at her door.

"You must be Miss Shi, right?"

One day after school, a middle-aged man with medium-length hair and a goatee stopped Shi Yaoguang at the school gate.

Shi Yaoguang scrutinized the man’s attire, confirmed that she didn’t recognize him, and then she asked for his identity, "I’m Shi Yaoguang; may I ask who you are?"

"Miss Shi, pleased to meet you, I’m a director."

The middle-aged man introduced himself, "My name is Wang Zhehai, and not to boast, but I’m quite a seasoned director..."

Upon hearing his name, Shi Yaoguang finally recalled such a person from her memory.

Wang Zhehai, a top-tier, award-winning director in the entertainment industry.

His famous works, be they movies or television series, had reaped critical acclaim and box office success upon release.

"Director Wang, I’ve long admired your reputation," Shi Yaoguang said, extending her hand.

Wang Zhehai saw the hand she extended and felt somewhat awkward.

Shi Yaoguang, noticing his subtle movement of withdrawing his hand, raised an eyebrow: "What is this..."

Wang Zhehai appeared a bit embarrassed.

He wiped his hands behind his back before hesitantly reaching out, "I’m sorry to disturb you..."

Shi Yaoguang, looking at his hand that seemingly trembled as if from Parkinson’s, reluctantly touched it with the tip of her fingers, as if to shake hands.

Wang Zhehai watched her retract her hand and clearly seemed greatly relieved.

Shi Yaoguang’s mouth twitched, unable to resist asking, "Director, you seem quite afraid of me?"

"No, no," Wang Zhehai waved his hands repeatedly, "I’m just... a bit nervous."