[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment":3,"chapter-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-184":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Intelligence King of Chinese Entertainment",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2260487,4411,"Chapter 184: The Jade Pearl Civil War: Qin Zhihua vs. Fan Jinsuo","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-184",184,"\u003Cp>The wind calmed, the waves still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li draped his arm around Qin Lan’s smooth, fragrant shoulder and glanced at the messy sofa beside them, a hint of pride in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luckily I had foresight—otherwise we’d have to switch rooms.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan reached out and covered his mouth, deeply embarrassed, her ears flushed red—perhaps because of their reunion, her water magic felt especially potent this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li laughed heartily; though they were long-married, Qin Lan still sometimes held back in these matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was precisely what made it special—he loved teasing her when she blushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they whispered post-coital words, Yan Li’s phone vibrated. He picked it up, glanced, and answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm, I’ll be back tomorrow. Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, Yan Li turned to Qin Lan and smiled: “Can you report for duty tomorrow? Otherwise, I’ll take you a day off and let you rest in the city.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan caught his teasing tone and wanted to retaliate, but her body felt limp—she could only mutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though her stamina was weak, her recovery was good—she could just drink more water if needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, how are the crew members?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan casually inquired about the crew—on the surface asking if they were friendly, in truth probing Yan Li for intel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like who had connections, who to avoid, and… whether Yan Li had been flirting with any fox spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the boss’s wife—whether they’re easy to get along with is their problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li rested his chin on Qin Lan’s shoulder, declaring his stance with authority. Qin Lan was pleased with his answer and rewarded him with a sweet kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li accepted it all, yet after a moment’s thought, he added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Fan Bingbing is our company’s future core artist. She’s currently entangled in rumors with me, and everyone on set is watching—so give her some face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan eyed him suspiciously, thinking of Wang Ou: “You didn’t go for the neighbor’s grass again, did you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean ‘again’? When have I ever gone for the neighbor’s grass?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strictly speaking, whether it was Wang Ou or Fan Xiaopang, Yan Li hadn’t been with them as Yi’an’s husband—he only reached for them later, after the fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan ignored him—she hadn’t even settled accounts with Huang Shengyi yet, and this bastard spoke less than half the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be sarcastic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li slapped her butt playfully: “Don’t imagine things. She works for us—don’t you treat her well? Our company has few resources; if we’re cruel, she’ll leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s cruel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan muttered under her breath, but she took his words to heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top sellers get privileges—she understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because her career offered Yan Li little help, Qin Lan and Dong Xuan both held to a principle: never drag his career down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li invoked the company and flattered her as boss’s wife—he had her exactly where he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it also had to do with Qin Lan’s own nature—not one to bully others—and her tendency to listen to Yan Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But if I give her face, she’d better give me face too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan added firmly—though soft-spoken, she wasn’t a pushover; she wouldn’t pick fights, but others shouldn’t provoke her either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li kissed her: “Whoever provokes you, I’ll slap them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, at the Fengshen Bang set, Qin Lan, playing Empress Jiang, officially reported for duty and met the Three Demons of Xuanyuan in the makeup room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empress Jiang had minimal screen time—she was the first boss Daji encountered upon entering the palace; only after Daji killed her and became the sole favored concubine would the other two demons be summoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Qin Lan had no scenes with Wang Ou or Wu Jiayi—only Fan Xiaopang, as Daji, shared scenes with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang silently sized up Qin Lan—she’d gone to pick her up the night before, hadn’t returned, and now they arrived at the set one after the other; she wasn’t stupid, she knew exactly what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But until now, she hadn’t known Qin Lan was connected to Yan Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d never acted together before—she seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Probably that dog had been chasing some stray meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tsk~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Appearance? Acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Figure? Decent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demeanor? Fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang rated Qin Lan a 75—slightly higher than Wang Ou, but not enough to worry about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmph. To ditch her for this? Fine—three days he won’t climb onto her bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan was also observing Fan Xiaopang, but unlike Fan’s calmness, she felt heavy pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d known Fan Xiaopang was beautiful, but only now, face-to-face, did she truly grasp the woman’s allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oval face, peach-blossom eyes, radiant yet pure, every frown and smile magnetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tall, graceful, slender yet subtly curvaceous—where it should be large, it was large; where it should be slim, it was slim. Most crucially, her skin was extremely pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan knew this dog’s tastes too well—Fan Xiaopang’s smooth, porcelain skin triggered a Level One alert in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sneakily glanced at Fan Xiaopang’s feet, but the woman wore silk slippers—nothing visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, that face, that pale skin, that intoxicating aura—enough to make Qin Lan wary and uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She recalled Yan Li’s warning the night before not to clash with Fan Xiaopang—and began to suspect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Yan Li just looking out for a top employee? Or were they involved? Had this bastard switched affections, forgotten her, and favored this fox spirit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mutual scrutiny accidentally caught each other’s eyes—and a faint hostility flickered between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang’s eyebrows lifted slightly; Qin Lan’s heart sank. Both confirmed their suspicions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So there’s something going on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t just a rumor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang stood and approached, extending her hand: “Hello, I’m Fan Bingbing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan shook it: “Hello, I’m Qin Lan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang tucked a strand of hair behind her ear: “I’ve seen you in Zhihua—excellent. Aunt Qiongyao still knows how to pick actors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Knows how to pick actors? So she picked you—a fake, scheming vixen.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan’s polite smile faded slightly as she replied: “Aunt Qiongyao also praised you for Jin Suo—said you had exceptional spirit, perfectly embodying the role.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Acting like a senior? Just a maid. Lucky you weren’t in Part Three—or I’d be the one stabbing you.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang’s peach-blossom eyes narrowed, sharp and piercing; Qin Lan met her gaze calmly, unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After fifteen seconds, Fan Xiaopang withdrew her gaze and warned: “Stay focused on filming. Know your place. Don’t touch what’s not yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your concern.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan’s voice was gentle but firm: “I won’t touch what belongs to others. And no one touches what’s mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang sneered and turned away, outwardly dismissive, inwardly unsettled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With their status gap, Qin Lan dared to stand her ground so calmly—even with a hint of superiority—this defied logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t help glancing at Wang Ou beside her—this woman’s cowed submission was the correct dynamic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan’s heart was equally turbulent—she cursed that man inside out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How brazen—this fox spirit had the nerve to act like the rightful wife, claiming Yan Li as hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d never dared do that herself!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang was so arrogant—Qin Lan didn’t believe Yan Li didn’t know. He was tacitly allowing it. What did this dog mean?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both women were lost in thought, ignoring Wang Ou and Wu Jiani, leaving the two confused and hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister Ou, what’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jiani was baffled—after so many days on set, she’d picked up some dynamics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li had ties to both Fan Xiaopang and Wang Ou, but the former received more favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou was no match—she could only sip scraps from Fan Xiaopang’s table, stirring trouble between her and Yan Li, likely seeking backup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jiani regretted it—had she known, she’d have flattered Fan Xiaopang. Now that Fan saw her close to Wang Ou, she’d grown cold toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again, even if she’d flattered Fan Xiaopang, the woman wouldn’t need backup—and with her domineering nature, Wu Jiani couldn’t get near Yan Li anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou was equally confused—she didn’t know where Qin Lan had come from, or where she got the nerve to challenge Fan Xiaopang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But enemy of my enemy is my friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou didn’t care about Qin Lan’s origins—if she was against Fan Xiaopang, Wang Ou would lend support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just watch the show.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adopting a big-sister stance to steady Wu Jiani’s nerves, Wang Ou smiled warmly and approached Qin Lan, subtly bashing Fan Xiaopang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ignore her. She’s just like that—hard to get along with. I’m Wang Ou, playing Feng Lai on this set.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, you’re the chicken spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan feigned sudden realization—nearly wiping the smile off Wang Ou’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This woman’s nuts—she insults everyone she meets!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou suppressed her emotions and continued to act friendly, but Qin Lan remained cold, responding half-heartedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t like Fan Xiaopang, but she didn’t like Wang Ou much either—perhaps even less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Fan Xiaopang had stirred up gossip with Yan Li, a mutual exploitation partnership; even if the two had something going, Fan might not be a good person, but Yan Li wasn’t innocent either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wang Ou, just a tiny model, could think of no other way to climb up except by seducing Yan Li with her looks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmph!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting her play a seductress is spot on—she’s all flirtatious, her name even has a “bird” in it, she’s just a sexy hen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang saw Wang Ou go to Qin Lan and get rebuffed, and couldn’t help laughing out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou, already furious from Qin Lan’s icy demeanor, heard Fan Xiaopang mocking her and finally snapped, storming off in anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One’s a fox spirit, the other’s a lunatic—neither is any good. Perfect if they tear each other apart; whoever wins or loses, she’d clap and cheer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Wang Ou left, Wu Jiani also grew restless. She held on for a while, then found an excuse to slip away. The makeup artists, sensing the oppressive atmosphere, all vanished after finishing their work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only two remained in the makeup room. Fan Xiaopang pulled out her phone right in front of Qin Lan, her voice suddenly sweet and sultry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yan Zong, dinner with me tonight? Let’s go to that Japanese place we went to last time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li, who had just come to the Lu Xiaofeng Chronicles set for urgent business, lowered the phone from his ear and glanced at the caller ID.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this really Fan Xiaopang?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This woman must’ve taken the wrong pills—her voice was dripping with sugar, and when had they ever eaten Japanese food together?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated Japanese food—overpriced, tasteless, and never filling. He’d tried it once and added it to his blacklist; if he wanted to eat, he’d rather buy some katsuobushi from a convenience store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m busy today. Next time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worried she’d pester him, Yan Li quickly hung up—but before he could put the phone in his pocket, it rang again. It was Qin Lan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, honey, I’m craving that old restaurant we used to go to. When will you be done? I’ll reserve a table.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li felt something was off, but couldn’t quite place it, so he agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, reserve the table. I’ll come find you when I’m done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan had arrived, and just now—Yan Li had no choice but to accompany her, especially since she’d mentioned the restaurant that meant so much to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when they filmed The Heroes of Sui and Tang, Yan Li and Qin Lan often met for meals there, growing closer over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan had been a fanatical admirer who dreamed of him—he’d even suspected the restaurant owner had slipped them something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, thinking back, it had been nearly three years. Perfect chance to revisit the place, then take a stroll through the little grove after dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm… then watch the next two episodes of Huang Xiaoming’s The Great Han Emperor…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the makeup room, Qin Lan closed her phone, gave Fan Xiaopang a quick glance, snorted, plugged in her earphones, and closed her eyes, listening to music calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang struggled to hold back her emotions, her fingers turning white from clenching, teeth gritted as she forced out three words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Yan Li dined with Qin Lan at the old restaurant, then wandered hand-in-hand through the little grove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the hotel, Yan Li was about to play The Great Han Emperor when Qin Lan pulled out a black silk scarf and offered to blindfold him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Surprise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li grew curious. The last surprise Qin Lan had given him was a fishnet black silk stocking, bought for him by a friend in Japan—seductive, though too fragile to tear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she ordering something else from Japan again? But why hadn’t the system triggered?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry up and cover your eyes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan blindfolded Yan Li and made him lie down. Suddenly, his wrists tightened—he frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Acting dumb? You’ve seen porn before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan pouted, and Yan Li’s face lit up: “You’re playing rough tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop talking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan tied both his wrists, then wrapped silk stockings around his ankles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li sensed something was wrong. He called her pet name: “Lanlan, stop playing—I still have an urgent document to handle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan removed the blindfold, holding in her hand the small straight stick Yan Li had just picked up from the grove, her face icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mine is more urgent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Today’s got 7000+ words, short by 1000—I’ll make it up tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2258,"2026-06-19T16:16:52.605Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cc18146ea781fe36a1db1067ec8710ea21663fcfd1aa3423e173a4b56ddf4436","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-185","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-183",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-cover.jpg"]