Ye Fan returned home with her little treasure, Ye Duo. After putting the baby to sleep, she sat down to think.

As a newcomer in the industry, roles didn’t come to her easily. She decided to wait until Undercover on the Bund aired before attending auditions. That way, her chances of landing a role would be much higher.

In the meantime, Ye Fan wanted to spend as much time with her baby as possible and find a more laid-back job.

After staying home for a few days, she finally began her job hunt.

In her past life, she had been a composer and was skilled at playing multiple instruments. This time, she hoped to find a part-time job related to music. Teaching music would not only allow her to earn some income but also leave her with enough free time to be with her baby.

Ye Fan had already done her research and found a few music schools that were hiring short-term piano teachers. The pay was settled daily, which was convenient.

She decided to start with the music school closest to her home.

Today, Ye Fan wore a simple dress. She had tied her long hair into a neat bun at the back of her head and applied light makeup.

Pushing open the door to the music school, she stepped inside.

“I’m here to apply for the piano teacher position,” Ye Fan said confidently.

Hearing Ye Fan speak, a woman walked over to her. “I’m the owner of this music school. Just call me Sister Ding,” she said with a friendly smile.

“Can you play something for me right now?” Sister Ding pointed to a piano in the store.

Ye Fan nodded. “Of course.”

She approached the piano and placed her hands gently on the keys. Her fingers were long and elegantly slender.

Since arriving in this world, Ye Fan hadn’t touched an instrument. In her previous life, she had loved music deeply—so much so that she had overworked herself to death while trying to complete a composition.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Fan steadied herself. The next moment, music began to flow from her fingertips.

The sound was like the purest stream, bright and lively, yet with an almost imperceptible undercurrent of loneliness. Her technique was impeccable, but what truly stood out was the emotion woven into her performance. It was nearly flawless.

The piece she played was her own composition, one she had started in her previous life.

Back then, she had revised it countless times without ever finishing it. Yet here, in this humble music school, she had brought it to completion.

When Ye Fan finally lifted her hands, the music stopped abruptly. And yet, it lingered in the air, as if unwilling to fade away.

Sister Ding took a few steps forward. “This piece sounds unfamiliar. Did you compose it yourself?”

Ye Fan nodded.

Sister Ding smiled warmly. “You can start work tomorrow.”

Just then, someone called out Ye Fan’s name. She turned her head to see the person she had run into at the mall the other day.

Ye Fan smiled and greeted her. “Aunt Cheng.”

Cheng Ping had come to the music school today to find a piano teacher for her daughter. She hadn’t expected to run into Ye Fan here. In fact, she had been planning to call Ye Fan but ended up meeting her by chance instead.

She had entered the store just as Ye Fan started playing and had listened to the entire piece.

Cheng Ping couldn’t help but be impressed. Ye Fan was not only beautiful and kind but also played the piano exceptionally well.

A while ago, Cheng Ping had called the music school, asking them to recommend a piano teacher. Sister Ding had been keeping an eye out ever since. Seeing that Cheng Ping and Ye Fan already knew each other, Sister Ding spoke up.

“You asked me to help you find a piano teacher, didn’t you? Well, Miss Ye here just applied for the position. You heard her play just now—I’m sure you’ll be more than satisfied.”

Cheng Ping and Ye Fan both agreed to the arrangement, and they finalized a time for Ye Fan to visit Cheng Ping’s home to teach her daughter piano.

What Ye Fan didn’t know, however, was that He Han, Cheng Ping’s nephew, lived there. If she had known, she would have never agreed to set foot in Cheng Ping’s house.

…

Ye Fan received a phone call.

A man’s voice came through the line. “Hello, Miss Ye. This is Dai Jinshan from Huashui Entertainment. I’d like to discuss something with you.”

Ye Fan was familiar with Huashui Entertainment, a rising entertainment company that had gained significant traction in recent years. Although it was relatively new, its growth had been remarkable.

According to the storyline from the book, Huashui would eventually become a top-tier entertainment company.

Dai Jinshan continued. “I heard Miss Ye hasn’t signed with an agency yet?”

Ye Fan replied simply. “That’s correct.”

“Would you be interested in joining our company?”

Ye Fan paused, her mind turning. Instead of answering, she countered with a question. “May I ask why your company is interested in signing me?”

After all, she was just a stand-in actress. Her only on-screen role so far had been Jin Tan, the nightclub dancer in Undercover on the Bund. By all logic, Huashui shouldn’t be looking to sign someone like her.

Dai Jinshan said. “I have a good relationship with Director Zhao. He was the one who recommended that I sign you.”

The Director Zhao he referred to was the director of Undercover on the Bund.

“If Miss Ye is interested, we can meet in person tomorrow to discuss the details,” he added.

Ye Fan fell into thought. Signing with a talent agency would make many things more convenient for her, but it wasn’t a decision to be taken lightly. She needed to think it through carefully.

After a moment, Ye Fan spoke. “Alright, I’ll visit Huashui tomorrow.”

After ending the call, Dai Jinshan immediately dialed another number.

“Mr. He,” Dai Jinshan said, “I’ve spoken to Ye Fan about Huashui signing her.”

“She’ll come to Huashui tomorrow for further discussions.”

He Han responded with a calm “Hmm,” then ended the call.

What Ye Fan didn’t know was that He Han held shares in Huashui Entertainment and had significant influence within the company.

This matter was known only within Huashui; outsiders had no idea.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of He Han’s lips, the usually cold curve softening ever so slightly.

He let out a low chuckle, the sound dissolving into the stillness of the room, barely audible.

…

Undercover on the Bund had finished filming. The director sent the edited footage to He Han.

He Han sat in the studio as his manager, Guan Rui, adjusted the playback to focus on He Han’s scenes. The footage began to play.

He Han’s gaze rested lightly on the screen, his expression calm and unreadable.

When the intimate scene with Ye Fan appeared, his dark eyes deepened, their obsidian depths as unfathomable as the night.

After a moment, He Han suddenly spoke, his indifferent voice breaking the silence. “Pause it.”

Guan Rui turned to look at him.

“Rewind three minutes,” He Han said slowly.

Guan Rui rewound the footage, then asked. “Here?”

On the screen, Ye Fan’s stand-in scene for Tang Jin was playing.

Guan Rui cast a puzzled glance at He Han.

He Han responded with a quiet “Hmm,” his gaze fixed on the screen, unwavering.

On the screen was Tang Jin’s face, but He Han’s gaze seemed to pierce through it, as if seeing another—calm and composed—face in its place.

That particular scene had taken a long time to shoot. After countless takes and repeated NGs, Ye Fan had tirelessly performed the same action, sliding down the slope again and again.

She showed no hint of impatience. Instead, her movements became increasingly precise, never faltering despite her obvious fatigue.

He Han watched silently for a moment, then instructed Guan Rui to fast-forward to Ye Fan’s scene as the nightclub dancer.

Guan Rui froze, momentarily stunned. He finally sensed that something was off.

Tang Jin was the one who had shared scenes with He Han, so why was he focused on Ye Fan?

He Han’s thoughts were always well-concealed, and Guan Rui knew better than to press the issue.

Unaware of his manager’s questioning gaze, He Han kept his eyes firmly on the screen.

This time, Ye Fan was playing a seductive nightclub dancer attempting to entice him.

He Han could tell that her acting was raw—unpolished and lacking the refinement of professional training.

However, Ye Fan was incredibly earnest. She listened attentively to the director’s guidance, humbly absorbing every word. With each scene, her acting skills steadily improved.

Time passed slowly, and He Han watched every scene Ye Fan had performed.

His once-calm gaze grew deeper, shadows of intrigue flickering in his dark eyes.

Ye Fan’s composed yet stubborn face surfaced in his mind, vivid and unshakable.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of He Han’s lips, laced with a hint of amusement.

What kind of person was Ye Fan, really?

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