[{"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-91":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},2260394,4411,"Chapter 91: Qin Lan Returns to Beijing, Preparing to Seize the Opportunity","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-91",91,"\u003Cp>Yan Li and Li Bingbing sparked gossip, but after Huayi’s official clarification, public opinion was quickly brought under control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, as a popular rising star, many people genuinely dug into the identity of this “mysterious man” linked to Yan Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coincidentally, when “Emperor Wu of Han” began filming, Yan Li made a brief appearance, and his first layer of identity was soon uncovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A newcomer actor, portraying Huo Qubing in “Emperor Wu of Han.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were an unknown, exposure would’ve meant nothing—but combined with the blockbuster “Emperor Wu of Han,” the fame of Huo Qubing, and his connection to Li Bingbing, these factors quickly drew significant attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Hu Mei, director of “Emperor Wu of Han,” called Yan Li to ask about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some media outlets somehow obtained Yan Li’s contact information and wanted to interview him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li was truly starting to crack under pressure!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally understood why actors loved stirring up gossip—fame came shockingly fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Conquest” was about to air on television, yet hardly anyone knew his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After “Emperor Wu of Han” started filming, he hired journalists to promote him, yet still few noticed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, after one dinner with Li Bingbing, a few photos were taken, gossip erupted, and suddenly his name and picture appeared on Sina’s entertainment homepage, printed in newspapers, and discussed on forums like Tianya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even university classmates he hadn’t spoken to in over a year called curiously to ask what was going on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Times have changed—cutting corners is so easy, who still bothers to act properly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li shook his head in lament, while Qin Lan rolled her eyes dismissively across from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop pretending—you’re secretly over the moon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li picked up his chopsticks, tasted the dish, and asked puzzled: “There’s not even much vinegar here—why does it sound so sour?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the sour one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan was simmering with anger, every word laced with barbs; Yan Li shook his head and served her some food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The media makes up nonsense for clicks—she’s so famous, how could she possibly be interested in me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s hard to say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Qin Lan’s reply was an instinctive rebuttal, it also stemmed from not wanting to hear Yan Li put himself down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what if she’s a top star? She doesn’t have extra arms or fewer legs. Even Huang Xiaoming, who once chased her, is popular now—but she still thinks Yan Li is better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotions sometimes weigh practical concerns, but sometimes, once your heart is stirred, everything else becomes dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, stop imagining—she’s taken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her mood, Yan Li dropped a tidbit, instantly capturing Qin Lan’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Bingbing has someone? Is it Ren Quan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Bingbing and Ren Quan were university classmates who started working together early, collaborated for years, starred in many dramas together, signed with the same agent, and had close personal ties—they never hid their interactions publicly or privately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, outsiders always speculated they were a couple, but both denied it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Ren Quan’s name, Yan Li’s expression flickered with something odd—he’d only learned through the system that every young male actor in the entertainment circle was… exceptional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan pressed, and Yan Li hesitated before saying: “It’s her privacy—I won’t say much. But it’s someone outside the industry, has been going on for years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone outside the industry? What does he do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan kept pressing, but Yan Li refused to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could talk about others’ affairs, but Li Bingbing was at least his friend, and he wouldn’t betray her privacy behind her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was only Qin Lan—he trusted her, and he wanted to soothe her; otherwise, he wouldn’t have mentioned even those earlier things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Li Bingbing’s situation, he wasn’t lying—there really was a man behind her: a real estate tycoon from Beijing, whose support had been crucial to her career these past years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Li Bingbing’s fame grew and she connected with Huayi, their relationship seemed to be shifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan was annoyed by Yan Li teasing her, but now that she knew Li Bingbing wasn’t single, her mood eased somewhat—though she still threw in a jab every few sentences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Li Bingbing was merely a trigger for Qin Lan’s discontent; the real issue lay elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li understood why Qin Lan was upset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out to take her hand; she struggled slightly but couldn’t break free, so he held it, gently rubbing her small fingers as he soothed her softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I planned to visit you, but I was just too busy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mentioning this made Qin Lan furious again; her mood, just calmed, flared back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand you’re busy and can’t visit the set, but you don’t even call me more than once every few days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last year when I came back to Beijing to see you, you said you were in Hunan. Fine, I waited—but then you went to Xi’an, then Shenzhen, leaving me hanging for nearly a week—I almost couldn’t get a train ticket home for the New Year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, you were on a business trip, not deliberately ignoring me—I tolerated it. Last month you said you were in Nanjing on business, so I took leave from the set to go see you—and you vanished again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li couldn’t help interrupting: “That’s not my fault—you should’ve told me! How was I supposed to know you’d come to Nanjing to surprise me? I’d have waited for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan slammed her hand on the table, face flushed with anger: “So I told you I was coming back to Beijing this time—yet how many days did you wait before you came to see me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three days—but I had a good reason.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li defended himself: “The first day I was in Tianjin handling business. When I returned to Beijing the next day, I found paparazzi waiting for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“‘Huanzhu Gege 3’ is about to air—if they caught me visiting you, it could hurt your reputation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan was dissatisfied: “I’m not afraid of that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her soften, Yan Li moved closer and sat beside her, holding her hand with sincere eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re at a critical point in your career. You’ve waited so long, and now you finally have a chance to rise to fame. I can’t help you—but I won’t drag you down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan looked at Yan Li’s earnest, almost tender expression, her eyes shimmering, her voice lowering involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really? Paparazzi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li’s tone was firm—he wasn’t lying; paparazzi really had been waiting for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they’d only appeared near his company and were quickly shaken off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His real reason for waiting three days after Qin Lan returned to Beijing was not just his trip to Tianjin—he’d also been stuck because Dong Xuan, shaken by the gossip linking him to Li Bingbing, had been clinging to him tightly these past two days; if she hadn’t had a test at Beijing Film Academy today, he still wouldn’t have escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’ll temporarily forgive you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan was actually quite easygoing—even unusually so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, she wouldn’t still be talking to Yan Li, let alone let him come over for dinner, or let him hold her hand without resisting—anyone else would’ve thrown their bowl at his face by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, if Yan Li hadn’t used the system to gauge her mood, he wouldn’t have dared to wait until day three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This girl was just too… accommodating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as Yan Li was willing to soothe her with a plausible excuse, Qin Lan would always back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, sometimes when facing Qin Lan, he even felt a little guilty—like he wasn’t a good person—and unconsciously became more indulgent toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But perhaps she was just too angry—or too longing—because Qin Lan still made her demand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be in Beijing these days. You have to spend more time with me—consider it an apology and compensation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li agreed readily, then pressed further: “How about I stay tonight? It’s been so long—I want to talk with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan hesitated, frowned for a moment, then firmly shook her head: “No. Don’t even think about pushing further.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li played the victim: “We haven’t seen each other for so long—I think of you every day. Can you really let me leave alone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you think of me every day, why don’t you call me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan caught his loophole, glaring at him. Yan Li bluffed: “Long-distance calls are too expensive—I need to save money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I pay your phone bill—what are you saving for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly—I’m saving for you! Isn’t it hard to earn money acting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he touched the soup pot and used it as an excuse to escape: “The soup’s cold—I’ll reheat it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan snorted, noticed Yan Li’s phone on the table, and quietly reached for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While watching the kitchen, she opened his call log and text messages, scanning quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most frequent caller was a man named Lin Jiachuan—she knew him; he was Yan Li’s close friend and assistant. Then came a mix of names, male and female, but none stood out as excessive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his inbox, aside from a few casual greetings, every single message was with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Notably, except for the early ones, nearly all her messages to Yan Li had been saved—he’d never deleted them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan felt sweet inside, yet uncertain—was he just too lazy to delete them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kitchen noise changed; Qin Lan quickly put the phone back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li came out with the soup pot, glanced at the phone: “You checked my phone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, no!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan waved her hands in denial: “There was water on the table—I just moved it. Didn’t look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go ahead and look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li ladled soup into her bowl, smiling: “I’ve got nothing to hide. Checking it will make you feel better, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan felt guilty at his openness and handed him her phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then check mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li didn’t take it: “I don’t need to—I trust you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Qin Lan’s stunned expression, Yan Li kept a calm face, smirking inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s the point of checking a phone? He had an intelligence system—far superior to snooping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, checking a phone isn’t foolproof—Yu Yanli, for instance, owns three phones and never leaves them far from his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’s not around and the phone happens to be left behind, it’s almost certainly a trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan, unaware of the wickedness in men’s hearts, sank into deep guilt, but Yu Yanli wasn’t done—he flipped through his own phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s nothing much to see here—just our text messages. By the way, I accidentally deleted some of the earliest ones. Do you still have them? Later, transfer them to me via computer. I’ve saved them all on a USB drive—I’ll look back at them years from now. They’re all memories.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan nervously tucked her phone away, head bowed, voice barely a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… my phone’s storage is too small. I deleted the old messages…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli paused, his disappointment plainly visible: “Oh, it’s fine. I’ve kept them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan: “…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My damn hand—why did I touch the phone when I had nothing better to do!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, Qin Lan curled up on the sofa and told Yu Yanli about her experiences over these past days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of it Yu Yanli already knew—aside from the system, they’d discussed it over calls and texts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But calls and texts were clearly different from face-to-face conversation—the atmosphere, the feeling, were not the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan loved this moment: the two of them nestled together, her sharing her life with him, him listening intently, murmuring responses, occasionally feeding her fruit—warm and sweet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it would be even better if that man’s dirty hands would behave and stop groping and squeezing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yu Yanli felt wronged—he hadn’t pounced on this soft, fragrant beauty in his arms and taken her right then and there; that alone was restraint enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was just stealing a little touch, and he already thought he deserved the nickname “Little Liu Xiaohui.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the longer the time passed, the more “Xiaohui” began to climb upward—he buried his head in Qin Lan’s neck, inhaling her body scent mixed with shower gel, his hand slowly sliding downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want to leave tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan fiercely blocked his wandering hands, feeling his warm breath on her neck, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glistening, lips slightly bitten as she forced a firm tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too… too fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still fast? We’ve known each other almost a year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli counted on his fingers: they met last summer in Hengdian, and now it was April. If they’d seen each other more often, he’d have succeeded long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did enjoy the back-and-forth with Qin Lan, but he couldn’t keep dragging it out forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after this long separation—he’d missed her, his patience worn thin, and he felt it was time to finally have his meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I’m not ready yet. Just wait a little longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan wasn’t unready—she planned to stretch it out one last time, to deepen their feelings during this interval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t truly naive; she understood Yu Yanli’s obsession and affection for her was restrained. She feared that once he got what he wanted, his attitude toward her would change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing direct advances wouldn’t work, Yu Yanli switched tactics: “We’ve finally met again—I don’t want to be apart from you. How about we go to my place? I won’t sleep in the same room, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan’s apartment was one bedroom, one living room; if they didn’t sleep together, Yu Yanli’s two-bedroom apartment in Guanghua Li was far more convenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think I’m three years old? You’ll remove the lock or tamper with it somehow—so the door won’t lock—and sneak into my room at midnight. What’s the difference from being right here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan saw through his scheme with sharp wit, leaving Yu Yanli embarrassed—he should’ve never replaced the bedroom door at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His little trick exposed, Yu Yanli gave up pretending and stubbornly clung to Qin Lan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not leaving today, period.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan negotiated: “Can’t you sleep on the sofa?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli shook his head: “I can’t sleep there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll sleep on the sofa.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. I can’t bear it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan, furious, resorted to stubbornness too: “No way today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She truly didn’t want to, and he wouldn’t force her—he understood her concerns. If he simply promised a few words, he could ease her fears greatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yu Yanli didn’t want to make empty promises!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not giving one made you heartless; but giving one and then breaking it made you worse than an animal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine—he’d let Qin Lan hold out a few more days. She’d be in Beijing for the foreseeable future; the meat was right at his lips, it wouldn’t run away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he couldn’t have the main course, he’d at least snack on some appetizers and desserts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Lan knew Yu Yanli’s nature—he’d never pay nothing for his gains. She gritted her teeth and reached out her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yu Yanli caught her wrist—then, under her puzzled gaze, his eyes drifted downward, settling on her delicate, pink feet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2529,"2026-06-19T16:16:52.605Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4e2dbe12763b43efab7eb699d3cbe6693e4c9bf9005920fc04a83be8eebbacbd","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-92","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-90",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-cover.jpg"]