The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 36: 017 Irritable Young Master Jiang, ordinary high school senior_l

Seeing the condescending attitude of Ren Wanxuan and her group, compared to Bai Lian who, despite being bullied, did not forget to study and remained obedient, it took them merely a second to side with the weaker party.

However, these few words struck Ren Wanxuan like a heavy blow to the head.

First it was “500,000,” followed by “VIP invitation,” these words stunned everyone in the office, rendering them speechless.

Lu Lingxi, as if a great burden had been lifted, slowly sat down, “So, officer, my student isn’t involved, right?”

“Of course.’

“How could that be?” Ren Wanxuan simply couldn’t believe it.

In her eyes, Bai Lian was an opportunist relative from the Ji Family that came out of nowhere, who transferred to a high school in Xiangcheng with a clear purpose, living with Ji Heng in an alley that hadn’t been developed for decades.

Not to mention the invitation, she probably didn’t even know which way Backter Street opened.

Chen Zhu reached out to take the invitation from the police officers hand, scrutinizing it carefully.

In fact, there was a significant difference between an ordinary invitation and a VIP invitation, and the invitations purchased by the Ren Family had already been inspected numerous times by Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu. He could quickly discern the differences.

Chen Zhu looked at Ren Wanxuan, “This should be hers, it’s different from yours.”

“Are you done looking?” the police officer extended his hand to retrieve the invitation from Chen Zhu’s hand, “This belongs to someone else.”

He then handed the invitation back to Lu Lingxi, remembering that she was the homeroom teacher of the girl in question.

Ren Wanxuan pursed her lips, her mind a whirlwind, she wasn’t sure where to start, “Then, where is my invitation?”

The police officer remained silent, his gaze turning towards Shi Yutong by her side.

Shi Yutong had started acting strangely the moment the police officer brought out Bai Lian’s invitation.

That invitation was clearly the one she had stuffed into Bai Lian’s backpack.

How did it end up belonging to Bai Lian?

And what about the invitation that she had put inside?

“Miss Ren,” with keen insight, these officers were capable of using the Big Memory Recovery Technique even with serial killers, so they could easily see through psychologically immature students like Shi Yutong with just one glance, “l think it’s best if we do not concern ourselves with students from other classes. Is this classmate a friend of yours?”

When she caught the officer’s gaze, Shi Yutong turned pale and slumped to the floor.

Ren Wanxuan lowered her head, staring intently at Shi Yutong.

The class leader of Class 8, who was at the door, only realized what had happened after hearing this and hurriedly went back to search Shi Yutongs desk in Class 8.

The others looked at each other in confusion and followed suit.

In actuality, the class leader of Class 8 didn’t search much; as soon as he took out the backpack, a red invitation fell to the floor.

A silent scene ensued.

Lu Lingxi looked impassively at everyone from Class 8, then turned to the vice principal, “The police are here as well, let them handle it.”

“Of course,” the police officer said, “An item worth 500,000 is not just a simple theft.”

In the end, the class leader of Class 8 could only lower his voice, his bafflement evident, as he spoke to Chen Zhu, “Zhu, isn’t it said that these invitations are hard to come by? How come Bai Lian has one?”

And it seemed, even a higher grade one at that.

Chen Zhu, who was always the leader in Class 8, was naturally approached by this group of privileged students whenever there was an issue.

Now, however, Chen Zhu simply narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head.

Ren Wanxuan lowered her gaze, remaining silent.

Class 15.

When Bai Lian returned, her desk and chair had already been righted, her backpack and books tidied up; everything was as it should be.

Her usually languid and carefree face now carried a rare trace of melancholy.

Her beautiful eyes held a “l must take someone down today” vibe.

Upon her return, even though people were already distracted, they couldn’t help but steal glances at her.

But…

No one dared to speak.

Bai Lian wore a blue and white school jacket, with a white T-shirt underneath, embroidered with a green bamboo stalk.

She pulled out her chair, her right elbow casually propped on the table as she sat, her hair tied up behind her head, looking through her notebook with lowered, graceful eyes.

The midday sunlight streamed through the window, casting her half-lowered eyes into the shadow of her lashes, resembling an affronted white tiger, calm yet dangerous.

Only after Bai Lian turned another page did the room breathe quietly.

The notebook of Mr. Jiang mostly had clearly written formulas and problems, easy to understand, but some were more haphazard, for example:

Maxwell’s electromagnetic field theory— Mr. Jiang: [Omitted]

An iconic problem regarding the motion of charged particles— Nir. Jiang: [Obviously]

He drew an Earth, and added a remark—

[Did the teacher not wake up? There’s no gravitational force, this is space-time distortion]