112. Premiere of the MV for "The New Noble Consort Drunk in Wine"

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Ji Changming hung up the phone just as Ji Shengxue brought her father a cup of hot tea. Seeing her thoughtful and sensible daughter, his mood lifted, and he comforted her warmly, “Shengxue, don’t worry too much about the contract. Once you participate in the National Music Exchange Conference, you’ll be eligible to switch contracts with Fanxing.”

Ji Shengxue suddenly looked up, disbelief shining in her eyes. “Father, is that really true? But won’t Fanxing be angry...?”

“Although Fanxing has recently made a name for herself, she still can’t compare to you,” Ji Changming said, patting her shoulder. His tone held nothing but disdain when mentioning Ji Fanxing. “She may have built her own reputation, but the price was dragging the Ji family into scandal! If we don’t teach her a lesson, the entire house might be turned upside down someday!”

As he spoke, anger clearly flared in Ji Changming’s voice.

“Father, please don’t be angry. Sister has grown up; she will surely understand your good intentions,” Ji Shengxue reassured him gently.

“But...” Ji Changming shifted gears. “Tomorrow, President Zhao from Fengxing Entertainment and Xi Yuyang will be coming. They want Ji Fanxing to compose tailor-made songs for their artists. Make sure she’s brought back before noon.”

Ji Shengxue’s smile stiffened for a moment before returning to normal. “Alright, I’ll go find Sister tomorrow.”

“Good.” Ji Changming nodded with satisfaction. “It’s getting late; rest early.”

Ji Fanxing had a dream.

On a winter day filled with swirling snow, she dragged her broken leg, escaping from a dark basement.

In a foreign land’s winter, the biting wind sliced like knives, carrying ice and snow that struck her face like countless tiny blades cutting her skin.

Her clothes were tattered, hair disheveled, her face bore scars, and she shivered from the cold. Yet she still limped forward despite her broken leg.

After running for who knows how long, she halted suddenly upon spotting a faintly glowing phone booth ahead.

Shortly after her father sent her to this country, she had been kidnapped.

The vicious gangsters imprisoned her in a pitch-black basement.

Their English was laced with crude dialects, and Ji Fanxing could barely piece together what they were saying.

Apparently, she had ruined their boss’s plans, causing him to lose favor with the “master,” weakening his power and putting him in constant danger...

When her calf was broken, the searing pain felt like burning fire, nearly causing her to faint, yet they took pleasure in her suffering, claiming she deserved it.

In that endless darkness, Ji Fanxing felt unprecedented despair and helplessness. Just as she neared collapse, it seemed the death of the “young master” gave their boss a chance to vie for power again.

Naturally, the kidnappers had no time to care for her anymore, and she finally found an opportunity to escape.

Now penniless, with her passport destroyed by those men, and knowing the kidnappers seemed to have connections with local police, she dared not report to the authorities in this foreign land. Only someone familiar could make her feel safe.

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Ji Fanxing reached into her pocket and, to her surprise, found three coins at the very bottom. Clutching them felt like grasping her last hope.

With trembling hands, she dialed her father Ji Changming’s number.

“Dad, it’s Fanxing, I—”

“Beep, beep, beep...” The busy signal came through. Ji Fanxing’s heart sank instantly.

Undeterred, she inserted another coin and called her mother.

“Hello, who’s this?” came an impatient male voice.

“It’s me, Rufeng. Give the phone to Mom. I want to say something to her,” Ji Fanxing’s voice carried a hint of pleading.

“Mom, it’s Ji Fanxing calling,” Rufeng said irritably, shouting into the room before tossing the phone aside.

“I don’t want to take her calls. Tell her I never had a daughter!” her mother’s cold, ruthless voice came through, sinking Ji Fanxing’s heart into an icy pit.

With only one coin left and one final chance, Ji Fanxing dialed her elder sister, Ji Shengxue. Cold snowflakes landed on her face, melting into crystal-clear tears.

“Elder sister, please save me, I—”

The dream abruptly ended there. Ji Fanxing awoke with a start to find herself lying on the soft bed of the Royal Court Hotel, warm sunlight streaming through the window.

She sat in a daze for quite a while before regaining her composure.

Her phone rang—it was Ji Shengxue.

“Tsk, bad luck,” she muttered.

The sunlight on her skin felt devoid of warmth. Some matters were meant to be resolved.

She pressed the answer button. “Elder sister, is something wrong?”

“Fanxing, Father wants you to come home for lunch,” Ji Shengxue’s voice was as gentle as ever, indistinguishable from that last phone call from their previous life.

“All right,” Ji Fanxing replied lightly.

After hanging up, she gazed out at the bright sunlight, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.

Father’s call at this moment likely had to do with the invitation in hand. Or perhaps an even bigger surprise awaited her.

She just didn’t know which would be more astonishing—the surprise he had prepared or the one she was about to face.

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Elsewhere, in the CEO office of Fengxing Entertainment, Zhao Tiankuo spoke proudly to Xi Yuyang:

“We’re going to the Ji family’s place at noon.”

“Why the Ji family?” Xi Yuyang asked, puzzled.

“Of course, to discuss cooperation. I used one billion yuan to sway Ji Changming. That old fox actually sent both his daughters over at once.”

“One billion?!” Xi Yuyang’s eyes widened in shock. “Boss! Is Ji Fanxing really worth that much?! We’ve already given her an S-level contract, which is beyond standard treatment!” Fengxing Entertainment was one of the top four companies in the domestic entertainment industry; their contracts carried incomparable weight.

“Before yesterday, of course, she wasn’t worth that much,” Zhao Tiankuo sneered. “Do you know how much revenue the song ‘Drowning’ has brought Jiangshan Entertainment? Two hundred million in just two days! That figure will go down in history! Even though Lu Tianyu himself has fame, Ji Fanxing’s contribution can’t be ignored.”

“You mean...” Xi Yuyang seemed to understand.

“Exactly. I want Ji Fanxing to produce more songs for Fengxing Entertainment, following the standard set by Lu Tianyu’s ‘Drowning.’”

Zhao Tiankuo’s eyes gleamed with greed. “Then, our music division will rival ‘Golden Tiger Leopard’ and surpass Jiangshan Entertainment, the industry’s top.”

“You’re not signing a person; you’re signing a creative machine,” Xi Yuyang couldn’t help but comment inwardly, but outwardly he flattered without hesitation, “Boss, you’re brilliant! Truly brilliant!”

Zhao Tiankuo smiled smugly, thinking, “Ji Changming, Ji Changming, I won’t disappoint you. You better satisfy me, or else...”

At eleven in the morning, Ji Fanxing, carefully dressed, got into a car heading to the Ji family residence.

At the same time, Xi Yuyang, accompanying boss Zhao Tiankuo, came across a video on his phone.

The MV for “The New Drunken Concubine.”

Another fusion of pop music and Peking opera, unlike “The Red Actress,” this one was performed by a male dan (female role).

In the MV, the male dan Li Yu wore a yellow palace costume, his makeup exquisite and figure graceful, portraying the concubine’s charm and sorrow vividly.

Xi Yuyang’s interest was instantly piqued. Just as he was about to click the video, his finger froze over the top of the screen.

What the hell? Seeing a ghost in broad daylight?

Who could explain to him what “Huaxia Media’s Ji Fanxing” meant?!