The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 135: 053 Refuses entry to Jiangjing, who doesn’t know a bit of Liang-style yet (second update)_1

the Secretary General didn’t wait for their response and headed straight for the door.

Behind him, the principal and the others exchanged glances.

Suddenly one spoke up, “I’ll go find Teacher Lu, and have Zhang Shize and the others apologize to Ren Wanxuan.”

The principal sighed but did not object.

Indeed, yesterday’s incident was Zhang Shize’s fault, and students from Class 15 should apologize to Ren Wanxuan…

Although it seemed a bit much, the principal always had to think about the bigger picture; there was no one else in the entire school who could film that shot other than Ren Wanxuan.

The Secretary General had essentially represented Ren Qian’s stance. This wasn’t just the Secretary General’s attitude, but also Ren Qian’s.

The bunch of students from Class 15 were indeed lively and lovely, and he had a good relationship with them, but to offend Ren Qian over this trifle, and consequently be unable to shoot the video, was simply not worth the loss.

Outside, at the milk tea shop.

Bai Lian was brushing up on her work while waiting for Ji Heng at the milk tea shop.

The place was as crowded as ever.

Chi Yundai, expressionless, finished his morning tasks and, taking off his chef’s hat, was about to leave coldly.

Nobody in the kitchen dared to speak to him.

It was only when Chi Yundai observed Bai Lian sitting outside that he turned around 180 degrees.

“Miss Bai, what brings you here?” Chi Yundai took a seat opposite her.

He was very surprised.

Today, Bai Lian was dressed in sky-blue long sleeves, with each black button fastened meticulously; one hand held a black pen, the other casually pressed down an exercise book, lazily working on questions.

Upon hearing him, she raised an eyebrow indifferently, “Master Chi.”

Because of his delicious cooking, Bai Lian had quite a bit of respect for him.

“Just call me Xiaochi,” Chi Yundai sat across from her, the unwelcoming expression on his face was gone, and he began to complain, “I’ve been making cakes for over half a month now, you know.”

He really missed his cases.

He would even prefer to go back to teaching that group of blockheads.

He had almost forgotten what his main job was.

Chi Yundai was around forty, a bit older than Chief Chen; Bai Lian couldn’t bring herself to look at his face.

“But don’t you like it?” Bai Lian listened to him attentively, her fingers writing a string of neat characters.

Chi Yundai spoke despondently, “No, that was in the past.”

He was paying for his youthful recklessness.

When Ji Heng came to find Bai Lian, he found Chi Yundai chattering non-stop in front of her.

A stranger arrives.

Instantly, Chi Yundai’s face turned cold, and he regressed to his expressionless self.

Bai Lian introduced Ji Heng to him.

Chi Yundai stood up, graceful, “Mr. Ji, hello, I am Xiaochi, the cake chef here.”

Yet another stranger.

Following Bai Lian, Ji Heng felt that in this past month, he had met all the people he was meant to meet in his lifetime.

“Hello, Xiaochi.” Ji Heng, holding his pipe, greeted politely.

But he wasn’t particularly warm.

Chi Yundai only complained to people he knew well. Bai Lian praised his cooking last night, Jiang Fulai was a bit nicer to him, so unilaterally, Chi Yundai counted her as one of his people.

In front of Bai Lian, he could vent; in front of others, he remained a cold, heartless cake-making machine.

“Mr. Ji,” Chi Yundai returned to the kitchen and took out a bag of freshly baked cakes, “this is a new product with less sugar. Take it home and try it.”

He placed a bag of cakes in Ji Heng’s hands.

Before Ji Heng could react, Chi Yundai greeted Bai Lian and turned to leave.

It was Ji Heng’s first time receiving these little cakes; he looked down and, subconsciously, glanced at Bai Lian.

With her slender legs crossed, Bai Lian tapped on them as she methodically finished a problem, one hand propping her chin, and lazily smiled at Ji Heng, “The cake is delicious.”

“I’m meeting your mother later,” Ji Heng didn’t sit down; holding his pipe, he stood in front of Bai Lian, his weathered eyes deep, “will you come with me?”

Ji Heng had decided to accept Ji Mulan’s invitation.

If it had been two years earlier, Ji Heng would never have agreed to meet Ji Mulan.

But now, simply because of Bai Lian, Ji Heng was willing to see her, especially since Ji Shaojun had mentioned that the person Ji Mulan had found this time had better character than Bai Qiming.

He decided to check it out.

“No,” Bai Lian rested her wrist on the table, calmly capped the pen with her other hand, and spoke in a light tone.

Ji Heng nodded, “Okay.”

Not wanting to see Ji Mulan again, Bai Lian headed back to the library to plan dining out with Jiang He.

It was a small restaurant near the school.

With her legs propped up, her slender, fair fingers pulled out a menu hidden under the teacup, and she tilted her chin toward Jiang He, casually asking, “Is there anything you don’t eat?”

This wasn’t her first meal with Jiang He.