The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 174: 066 Just casually crossed out the applicant’s name!_1

Especially the secretary-general.

Ren Qian was still unaware of the incident where Ren Wanxuan didn’t take a video.

The secretary-general had originally thought that Bai Lian would make a compromise this time. It was the first time Xiangcheng had held a Calligraphy Association event, of great significance. Anyone who understood the underlying importance would not give up this opportunity.

Unexpectedly, Bai Lian was tough and left as soon as she said she would.

The secretary-general watched Bai Lian’s retreating back, his eyes unfathomable.

Having obtained the video recording from Ren Wanxuan’s hands and being able to join the first batch at the start-up ceremony of the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, Bai Lian was now far from being one of the Ji Family’s unimportant people in the secretary-general’s mind.

Next to him, Minister Xu finally withdrew his gaze that had been fixed on the sky, acting as if nothing had happened. He personally handed a pen over to the secretary-general with a smile and a jest, “Please.”

He felt no particular sentiment about Bai Lian’s departure; to him, she was just a name he had casually crossed out.

She was merely one of the countless waves he had personally suppressed.

For Minister Xu, it was the Ren Family and this secretary-general who were the most important at the moment.

He had climbed to this position with great difficulty, naturally, he had to grasp the thoughts of those above him…

As for fairness?

There’s no such thing in this world.

Ming Dongheng’s car was parked not far away.

There were many people today, so he didn’t go in with Bai Lian and Jiang He but parked the car on the next street instead, from where he could see Bai Lian appearing at the end of the street.

Bai Lian’s coat today was the same color scheme as her inner garment, both close to sky blue.

It wasn’t that particularly dazzling blue, but rather a serene blue revealed through the gaps in clouds after rain, pure and gentle. However, it didn’t match Bai Lian’s indifferent complexion.

Although he didn’t know the reason, Ming Dongheng felt that Bai Lian seemed to be in a bad mood at the moment.

Ming Dongheng quickly snapped out of it and got out of the car.

He opened the door, “Miss Bai, why have you returned so early?”

Ming Dongheng was not familiar with the Calligraphy Association, but he knew that Bai Lian was supposed to attend the start-up ceremony today.

He had attended such events himself, which usually took an entire morning. Even if one left early, it would take at least two hours, but Bai Lian had returned too quickly.

“It’s nothing,” Bai Lian stood at the car door with a languid yet sharp air about her and gestured for Jiang He to get into the back seat first, “Let’s go to the library.”

Her backpack was already in the car, so there was no need to return to Purest Street just to pick it up.

There was some distance from the city wall to the library.

Taking bus route 12 would require a detour along the Ring City Road past Purest Street to get to the library. Ming Dongheng took a shortcut through the middle ring to drop off Bai Lian and Jiang He at the library.

Ming Dongheng sat in the car, watching the backs of Bai Lian and Jiang He.

After some thought, he reported to Jiang Fulai—

[Miss Bai has come out.]

On Saturday, the library had more people than usual. When Bai Lian arrived, the second floor was already half full of patrons. She and Jiang He found an empty spot and sat down.

As soon as she turned on her phone, she saw a message from Jiang Fulai.

Jiang Teacher: [Back already?]

Bai Student: [Tired]

Nothing more was said.

Bai Lian scrolled down further, seeing that Lance had also messaged her.

Lance: [Myopia can really be]

Lance: [Goodness, this is unbelievable!]

Bai Lian: [.]

Lance never minded Bai Lian’s reticence: [I am coordinating with my assistant to find time!]

Bai Lian:

The two had intermittently exchanged medical knowledge over time. Bai Lian’s mind was filled with thousands of years of uninterrupted traditional Chinese medicine, discussing many pharmacological aspects that amazed Lance.

Meanwhile, the surgical videos sent by Lance also made Bai Lian realize the horror of Western medicine.

In their respective fields, both held a kind of proud solitude that overshadowed all others. Initially resistant, Bai Lian’s attitude had turned into one of reverence.

She even somewhat admired those who had developed Western medicine to its current glory.

She wished she could too.

Lance was referring today to Bai Lian’s suggestion from a few days ago that acupuncture could cure his myopia. Due to his profession, Lance couldn’t use laser treatment and was planning to arrange some time for her to treat his myopia.

Bai Lian was very straightforward: [I don’t have a medical license.]

Lance seemed to take a moment to check what a medical license was, as his response was a bit slow.

Lance:

Bai Lian didn’t look any further and kept scrolling until she saw the Jiangjing brother who had competed with her.

Bai Lian: [Spamming?]

With just a question mark, the Jiangjing brother at the award ceremony was startled by her message, and dared not post another word afterwards.

She replied one by one until she reached the back and saw the documents sent by Director Chen. Bai Lian slowly sat up straight, it was a document.