The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 47: 021 Charismatic Richest Man, Dr. Gao_2

Jiang Fulai stood up and gave Chief Chen a slight nod, the epitome of nonchalance, “Did 1 say I was auctioning it for you?”

Chief Chen: “…Ah?”

No, wasn’t it?

Chief Chen looked at Jiang Fulai’s aloof face, wanting to say something but ultimately daring not to.

The auction at the White Tiger Auction House came to a close.

The staff delivered the items Ren Qian had won to a first-floor private room. Ren Qian’s chief secretary stored them away, and the group followed the crowd out.

Midway, the chief secretary answered a phone call, “…What? I understand.”

Ren Qian walked shoulder to shoulder with Ji Heng at the front. The chief secretary, holding his phone, glanced at Ji Heng and Bai Lian, seemingly wanting to say something but not beside the two of them.

Ren Qian, seeing his hesitation, stated plainly, “What is it.”

“It’s Doctor Gao,” the chief secretary turned off his phone, slightly lowering his voice, “he’s agreed to the dinner you arranged…”

“Uncle,” Ren Wanxuan, who was closer to the chief secretary, frowned, interrupting him, “Let’s talk about this at home.”

Hearing Ren Wanxuan say this, Ren Qian took it as consent.

The chief secretary then said no more.

“Grandpa,” Bai Lian put away her phone and took a few steps to the exit, softly arching her eyebrows to bid Ji Heng goodbye, “I’ll head back first.”

Ji Heng looked worriedly at the crowd, “Then be careful on your own, don’t shut off your phone, call me if anything happens.”

Fortunately, with the big auction event on Backter Street today, security was well-managed, and there were plenty of bodyguards all along the way.

There shouldn’t be any major problems.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he consented.

“Okay.” Bai Lian looked casually outside the door, putting her earphones back on to listen to vocabulary words, paying no mind to what Ren Wanxuan and the others were discussing, leisurely blending into the crowd.

The moment she stepped outside, Mao Kun, who had been waiting for her at the door, spotted her.

“Sis.” He pulled out a cigarette and respectfully offered it to Bai Lian.

On a typical day, Bai Lian’s demeanor was laid-back, seemingly full of charm. But now, those dark, emotionless eyes of hers appeared strikingly cold.

Mao Kun’s heart skipped a beat, wondering who had offended her this time to provoke such an expression.

He quickly offered her the cigarette, trying to lighten the mood.

Bai Lian wasn’t fond of the smell of smoke, but she bit on the cigarette now, allowing Mao Kun to light it for her. The bright flame curled around the white stick.

She tossed her backpack to Mao Kun, her pale slender fingers holding the cigarette as smoke subtly veiled her eyes and brows, her voice carelessly lazy, “Find a place for me to do my homework.”

‘…Right away,” Mao Kun said, handling her bag with care, turning to scout for a place.

Bai Lian, dressed in vintage attire, stood on the unfussy long street, her delicate features shrouded in a thin wisp of smoke, like a classical girl who had mistakenly wandered into the modern world.

Many passersby kept looking back, pausing to inhale silently.

Eventually, a man couldn’t resist approaching her with a suggestive gaze,

“Little sister, why are you still here so late?”

Bai Lian leaned against the wall by the roadside, her posture languid as she tilted her head slightly, wearing nothing but the simplest wooden hairpin on her head, and looking nonchalantly at him with a cigarette in her mouth.

With that tilt of her head, her eyes were stunningly beautiful.

Yet they were soaked with chilliness.

The man couldn’t resist reaching to touch her face but was stopped by a hand, “Brother, if you want to have fun, why not come to me? What fun is there with a student girl like her?”

The woman wore a tight black outfit, her fingers lightly tracing the man’s chest, her seductive eyes carrying a teasing allure.

The man looked from Bai Lian to the woman.

Ultimately sensing some danger, he gently grasped the woman’s hand, “What you’re saying isn’t without merit…”

“Sis, it’s at the same bar as last time,” Mao Kun’s voice came from behind.

The two people at the scene were startled, turned their heads, and saw Mao Kun walking over with a fierce look.

The man clearly recognized Mao Kun; his hand trembled as he held the woman’s, wondering if Mao Kun had taken a fancy to this girl, “Mao, Mao…”

Mao Kun walked straight past him, stopping in front of Bai Lian, “Sis, nothing happened, right?”

Bai Lian, biting on the cigarette, looked at the man with disdain and finally rested her gaze on the woman in black, “Where are you from?”