My girlfriend is from the future!

One autumn rain brings a chill. A week has passed since the last confession at Chenchen Club. As we enter January of the new year, the sudden drop in temperature in the ambiguous southern region finally brings a hint of winter's chill.

This winter, the port city still hasn't seen any snow. Although Cao Aiqing and Wen Liang are determined to help He Tianran, they are completely clueless about how to proceed.

Wen Liang's schedule was packed until the Lunar New Year; the reboot of Li Wang's ill-fated film was scheduled for March; and the film investment company that He Tianran and Zhao Chengming collaborated on was officially registered and settled in Hong Kong before the Lunar New Year holiday.

Regarding the company's registration location, Zhao Chengming overruled objections and rejected the Cayman Islands or the Virgin Islands, which were the preferred choices of others and are known for their extreme tax benefits.

“The port city is now providing strong support for film and television work. Many of the company’s future film and television businesses will be carried out locally. Moreover, Shanhai is too deeply tied to the port city. If you want to turn the investment company offshore, then some things in the future will not be cleared up by you just having tea with someone and talking about projects.”

Zhao Chengming only said this one sentence at the time, his tone was calm but unquestionable, and He Tianran agreed wholeheartedly and made the decision.

The investment company was established without a grand ceremony; it simply went through a simple internal process.

He Tianran spends most of his time in the "Future Production" director's studio in Zhuguang Lane, handling the final matters before the agency's listing. The specific affairs of the investment company are temporarily led by his uncle Zhao Chengming, who is both a mentor and a friend.

That afternoon, after signing the last document, He Tianran put down his pen, rubbed his temples, and said that he had been trying his best to maintain absolute control as the "author" for some time. His mind was like a taut string, and as soon as he relaxed, waves of fatigue washed over him.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

There was a gentle knock on the office door.

"Go in," he replied.

The person who pushed open the door was Wen Liang. She was wrapped in a thick white down jacket, and a scarf covered most of her face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes. Her eyelashes still had the lingering chill from outside.

"Oh, Mr. He, busy?"

She spoke casually, walked to the chair opposite the desk, sat down, took off her scarf, revealing a face that was slightly red from the cold.

He Tianran was somewhat surprised: "Shouldn't you be in the studio shooting an advertisement at this time?"

"I was just passing by and thought I'd drop in to see if you were dead." Wen Liang said bluntly, but her gaze swept carefully over his face, as if she were checking the condition of an item.

There are many green screen studios and set studios in Zhuguang Lane, and with film and television companies clustered there, celebrities appear almost every day, so it's not surprising that Wen Liang appeared here.

He Tianran gave a helpless twitch of his lips: "Thanks to you, I'm still alive for now."

"You look a bit better than last week," Wen Liang commented, then pulled a thermos from her oversized down jacket, placed it on the table, and pushed it over. "Here, ginger tea, my assistant made it. You look like you have kidney deficiency, so this will warm you up."

Her actions and tone carried an unyielding force, and He Tianran stared blankly at the still steaming thermos.

This straightforward and rough concern subtly overlapped with a familiar feeling in his memory.

A brief silence fell over the office, save for a few condensed water droplets sliding down the lid of the thermos. A subtle atmosphere hung between the two of them…

"Your……"

Wen Liang looked away, remained silent for two seconds, and then her expression became somewhat awkward.

"Didn't you say last time... that when you see me... you'll... you know...?"

"Ok?"

"...It's nothing!" The girl suddenly changed the subject. "I just asked around and found out some of the most authoritative experts in China on dissociative identity disorder...that is, multiple personality disorder. I've sent the information to your email. Take a look when you have time. Don't misunderstand, I'm not rushing you, I just...just so you have some information."

He Tianran's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded: "Okay, I will read it."

He knew that this was Wen Liang fulfilling his promise of being "upright and honorable" that day.

Wen Liang stood up: "I'm leaving. I was filming nearby today, so I came to see you. I have to go back now. Remember to drink the ginger tea, don't waste it."

She came suddenly and left just as quickly, like a gust of wind, leaving behind a faint chill in the room and her unique, slightly berry-scented fragrance.

"Eh--"

"what!"

He Tianran called out to Wen Liang, who was about to leave. As if she had been startled, Wen Liang responded so quickly that the man was taken aback.

"...Are you going to Shanghai next week for Bulgari's high jewelry gala dinner?"

"...Uh, did the brand invite me? I'm not sure. I...I'll ask my assistant. They're the ones arranging the schedules. I'm so busy every day. Why are you asking this?"

Bulgari jewelry was the first high-end brand dinner invitation Wen Liang had received in the past two years. How could the girl not know that? She just wanted to show He Tianran that she wasn't so free...

"It's nothing... I just wanted to let you know in advance that I'll be there too."

"Ah... yeah, okay."

Wenliang opened the door and left in a hurry.

He Tianran was also confused. Wasn't she just trying to ask about the "lead singer"? Had she not made herself clear enough?
The man sat alone in the office for a long time, as if recalling the details of the scene just now. He suddenly chuckled and then reached out to open the thermos.

The rich aroma of ginger candy wafted towards him, carrying a warm feeling. He slowly took a sip, the scalding liquid sliding down his throat, dispelling some of the lingering chill. He opened his email and, sure enough, saw the message from Wen Liang. The attachment contained detailed information and contact details for several experts. He read it word by word, his expression complex.

This email address was recently registered by He Tianran, and only Wen Liang and Cao Aiqing know about it. If they need to discuss He Tianran's illness or other private matters online, the three of them will only use this method. If they have to use other chat software to discuss related content, they will delete the chat history immediately.

Just as he was engrossed in the documents, the bottom right corner of his computer screen lit up with a new email from Ai Qing.

He opened the email, and a string of text that sounded exactly like Cao Aiqing's own voice came into view—

"natural,
I recently studied the information on those two plots of land in the Northwest District in detail, including the surrounding environment and policies. It is indeed remote there, and developing traditional real estate there would definitely result in losses. Aunt Tao really didn't hold back in getting rid of this burden.

I tried consulting with my teachers in the UK and China, and they both gave me a lot of land use case studies for reference. However, when I was looking for commercial land use schemes in China with a floor area ratio limited to 1.5, guess what I found?
Xiangshan Film and Television City in Zhejiang!

That's right, a film and television city that can be used for tourism and filming perfectly fits the restrictions on your two plots of land!
I'm thinking, maybe we could try turning it into a dedicated film and television shooting base? Of course, this is just a preliminary idea, and we haven't thought about the feasibility or how to plan it in detail yet.

If you think this is a topic worth discussing, we can find a time to meet and talk about it in detail.

Also, the temperature has dropped sharply recently, so please keep warm.

Ai Qing
P.S.: The location map, topographic analysis sketch, and policy summary in the attachments (I've highlighted some key points) are all there. If you think the plan is feasible, remember to take a look!

As He Tianran's gaze swept over the colloquial yet well-organized text line by line, his back unconsciously straightened, and his eyes, which had been slightly unfocused due to fatigue, gradually focused with surprise...

When his gaze finally fell on that abrupt yet slightly playful emoticon, his tense lips unconsciously relaxed a little.

"...A film studio?"

He repeated the idea from the email to himself, his mind instantly conjuring up countless possibilities. The idea was indeed excellent, and looking at the entire Hong Kong city and even the entire southern country, the only person who truly had the opportunity, the resources, and the ability to make it happen was He Tianran...

Of course, the handover of land takes time, and there are still many problems to be solved if a project of the scale of a well-known film and television city is to be built. However, Cao Aiqing's suggestion directly broke out of the predicament and opened up a brand new perspective for He Tianran from an area that he was extremely familiar with and had absolute control over, and perfectly tied it to his core film and television business.

His fingers moved faster than usual when replying to the email:
"Ai Qing, this direction is excellent! It's like a sudden breakthrough in my thinking. I will study the materials carefully. Also, the emoticons are very cute."

After clicking send, he leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath. He picked up the thermos that Wen Liang had left behind again, and the warmth of the ginger tea was transmitted to his palm through the cup.

Wen Liang's suggestion and Cao Aiqing's analysis arrived almost simultaneously, like a silent relay race, one solidifying his external foundation and the other helping him explore his internal way out.

He Tianran turned his head to look at the gray winter sky of the port city outside the window, and then looked at the emails sent to him by two women on the computer screen. A complex emotion surged in his chest. In this slightly chilly office, he truly felt that he was no longer facing all of this alone.

Wen Liang's passionate directness and Cao Aiqing's calm wisdom are like two different forces, supporting his ship, which is tossed about in the wind and waves, from two directions at the same time.

He slowly finished the last sip of ginger tea, the warm, sweet, and spicy aftertaste lingering on his lips and teeth.

The road ahead is still full of unknown challenges, but at this moment, the taut string in his heart has finally gained a breather because of these two completely different but equally precious protections. In this cold winter, he at least has a moment of peace.

"Buzz—buzz—buzz—buzz—"

Just as He Tianran was about to relax and enjoy this rare moment of inner peace, his phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated several times.

He turned on the screen, and a barrage of messages shot out like bullets—

"The Forgotten Xixi: Big News!! Big News!! SOS!! SOS!!!"

"The Forgotten Xixi: Level One Alert!! Self-destruction program activated, warning! No response, immediate red alert!! Warning! No response, immediate red alert!!"

"Xi Xi, who has been forgotten: o(╥﹏╥)o Ah, I'm going to die..."

When this information was reflected in He Tianran's eyes, his pupils contracted uncontrollably a few times in the following seconds, and the writer's usual calm demeanor was replaced by a kind of innocent panic of a "boy".

The boy then dialed the phone:

"Hey!! Xixi!! What's wrong?"

……

……

"Hey, isn't that Director He? Where is he rushing off to? Director He—!!"

The cold winter wind blew by, stirring up a few withered leaves on the ground.

Outside a photography studio in Zhuguang Lane, Wen Liang, who had just arrived, received a new cup of ginger tea from her assistant when she heard a staff member call out.

Wen Liang looked in the direction of the sound and saw He Tianran rushing out from a corner. He was putting on his coat as he ran. The man's car was parked in an open-air parking lot not far away, but he ignored it and ran straight towards the subway station.

Hearing someone call his name, he turned his head slightly, but didn't stop walking. The usual composure and calmness on his face were gone, replaced by an almost panicked urgency, making him look completely different from his usual self.

"what happened……"

Wen Liang frowned and subconsciously took two steps forward. She had never seen He Tianran so distraught, and couldn't help but feel worried. (End of Chapter)