The Secret Realm of Time, His and Her Life Through the Changes

Upon hearing Ding Jiajia say that Zhou Yanruo had agreed to be his manager, Shang Yibo felt a mix of emotions.

How should he interact with Zhou Yanruo? Should he tell her who he is?

Most importantly, Wang Jie from back then is gone, and Shang Yibo knows nothing about how Zhou Yanruo has lived these past twenty years or her situation.

Does Ruoruo still remember Wang Jie? Can she accept Shang Yibo as he is now?

Ding Jiajia looked at Shang Yibo's ever-changing expression and couldn't tell whether he was willing or not.

Anyway, she did what Can Ge asked. It was just a matter of informing Shang Yibo. It didn't mean that Shang Yibo had to agree.

She tentatively said, "President Zhou has agreed to combine her schedule for the next few days with ours, and she will also be included in the subsequent announcements."

"Oh, yes."

Ding Jiajia thought to herself, "It seems they've agreed."

She immediately pressed her advantage, saying, "I've invited President Zhou over to discuss the upcoming itinerary."

"Oh? Really?" Shang Yibo suddenly snapped out of his daze and hurriedly said, "You mean, you invited her here?"

“Yes, it’s not safe to go anywhere else. What if we get photographed?” Ding Jiajia said with a matter-of-fact expression.

Just as Ding Jiajia finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

Without saying a word, Shang Yibo turned and walked towards the bedroom.

"It might be President Zhou. Hey, where are you going?" Ding Jiajia went to open the door at the entrance and saw Shang Yibo return to the bedroom and close the door.

The person who arrived was indeed Zhou Yanruo.

"Mr. Zhou, please come in."

Ding Jiajia led Zhou Yanruo into the living room.

Zhou Yanruo sat on the sofa with an air of nonchalance, looked around, and was somewhat surprised to find that Ding Jiajia was the only person in the room.

Ding Jiajia took a bottle of Perrier from the mini-fridge on the bar and picked up the silk scarf that was on the bar as well.

She placed the water on the coffee table in front of the sofa and handed the silk scarf to Zhou Yanruo: "President Zhou, is this your silk scarf?"

Zhou Yanruo took the scarf, nodded, and put it in her bag.

Ding Jiajia: "The hotel check-in is all done. It's convenient to stay in one hotel."

“I’ve already moved in. Weren’t we supposed to go over the schedule with President Shang? Where is he?” Zhou Yanruo asked.

The bedroom door opened, and Shang Yibo came out.

He wore a light pink shirt over a white crew-neck t-shirt, black cargo pants, and even swapped his slippers for black skate shoes.

"Funny, so he went to change his clothes, and he even changed into a 'subtly flamboyant' pink outfit." Ding Jiajia chuckled to herself.

Zhou Yanruo quickly stood up and greeted Shang Yibo: "President Shang."

"Well, sit down."

Shang Yibo, feigning maturity, sat down on the sofa and gestured for everyone to sit down.

He lowered his eyelids and glanced at Zhou Yanruo sitting diagonally opposite him.

She wore a taro-colored suit, nude pointed high heels, her legs together, and her knees pointing diagonally forward.

He clenched both fists and placed them on his lap.

Her shoulder-length hair was loosely tied back, and she listened attentively to Ding Jiajia's introduction with a professional smile on her face.

She appeared calm and composed, but in reality, she had inadvertently revealed her unease and anxiety.

Zhou Yanruo has changed. The once straightforward and spirited girl has been sculpted by time into a different kind of temperament, with a hint of unease hidden beneath her gentle and quiet demeanor.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that her eyes are still clear, and her inherent naiveté hasn't been tainted by the worldly sophistication of the workplace.

Ding Jiajia: "These two days were originally Yibo's private schedule. During the crisis management, it was announced that he was here to promote his new drama."

"We'll trouble Mr. Zhou to coordinate Xichuan's itinerary with ours."

“That’s no problem. However, I can’t go to Shanghai next week. I need to go back and arrange some work.” Zhou Yanruo looked at the schedule on her phone and discussed it with Ding Jiajia.

"Brother Can is coordinating with all parties. If the main cast and crew can gather in Xichuan, the publicity can be carried out on a certain scale, and then the Shanghai event may be canceled. At that time, we can return to Beijing together."

"Then let's cancel it." Shang Yibo, who was playing on his phone, suddenly interjected.

Ding Jiajia and Zhou Yanruo both looked at Shang Yibo.

Shang Yibo continued scrolling through his phone with a blank expression, not even lifting his eyelids.

"After reading the introduction and some materials for this drama, I think that Xichuan is more suitable for promoting the drama than Shanghai, an international metropolis."

Zhou Yanruo propped up her IPAID on the coffee table and played the promotional materials for "Wandering the World with a Sword".

Then, pointing to the scenes shown in the drama, he said, "The atmosphere in the drama is very similar to the Jiangnan charm of Xichuan. We can hold a special event here, which can not only promote the drama, but also increase offline interaction, leverage the traffic of the big IP to create another wave of popularity, and also attract advertisers and sponsors."

"Mr. Zhou, you've only just taken the lead on this project, yet you're already starting to have ideas."

"I have completed the framework of the plan, the main theme is basically done, and I have an idea for the content outline. If you agree, I can complete the implementation plan very quickly."

“This… President Zhou is amazing,” Ding Jiajia turned to Shang Yibo and asked, “Yibo, what do you think of President Zhou’s suggestion? If we hold the event in Xichuan, we won’t have to go to Shanghai.”

Shang Yibo looked up at Zhou Yanruo, a smile curving his lips, and said, "Sounds pretty good."

"I'll call Brother Can right away and hear what the PR team has to say." Ding Jiajia grabbed her phone and dialed Brother Can's number.

"Brother Can, Yibo, President Zhou, let's go over the schedule together. President Zhou has some ideas he'd like to share with you."

Ding Jiajia turned on the speakerphone on her phone.

"Well, Mr. Zhou, is this troublesome? It's all because we didn't arrange things properly for Yibo, which led to this situation. There's nothing we can do but ask for your cooperation as a temporary measure. We'll decide on the next steps based on the circumstances."

"You're too kind, Mr. Can. Mr. Shang is a major shareholder of Ru Shang, and strictly speaking, he's my boss. It's all family business, so there's no question of whether it's troublesome or not."

"Hahaha, easy to talk about."

Jie Can and Zhou Yanruo started with a perfunctory exchange of pleasantries.

Sitting to the side, Shang Yibo frowned and said coldly, "Let's get down to business."

"Brother Can, President Zhou has a proposal that Yibo thinks is good."

Ding Jiajia immediately brought up Shang Yibo.

"Oh, then tell me about it."

“President Zhou,” Ding Jiajia gestured to Zhou Yanruo.

“You know the project better. I’m just making a suggestion. You should explain it to Ding Jiajia,” Zhou Yanruo said.

Therefore, Ding Jiajia introduced the idea of ​​holding a themed event in Xichuan to Jie Can.

After listening, Xie Can paused for a moment on the phone before saying, "This idea is excellent and fits the project's promotional positioning perfectly. I'll communicate with the production team about it right away."

"I didn't expect President Zhou to be so knowledgeable. If business people were to cross over into other fields, there would be no place for us. Haha..." After praising Zhou Yanruo, Jie Can didn't forget to tease himself.

Hang up the phone.

Ding Jiajia also kept praising, "Brother Can is right. President Zhou is already so amazing, even though he's just started out in the industry."

Zhou Yanruo smiled sheepishly and said, "I never thought that the dream I had when I was young, which I thought was too ambitious, would come true in my middle age."

Shang Yibo looked at Zhou Yanruo and thought to himself, "Was she overestimating herself when she was young?"