The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

It was indeed Bai Lian and Ji Heng.

There was also a child with Bai Lian.

“Hey—” Ji Shaojun recognized him, it was Jiang He whom he had seen that night, and he made way, “Kid, you’re here too?”

Jiang He nodded.

He didn’t talk much.

Shen Qing had never seen Jiang He before, so when she encountered such a delicate-looking child for the first time, she didn’t know how to interact with him and washed a plate of grapes for Bai Lian and Jiang He to eat.

“Going fishing this afternoon?” Ji Shaojun noticed that Ji Heng had brought a fishing rod.

Ji Heng set the fishing rod down, “Xiaochen found a good spot for fishing, we’ll try it out this afternoon.”

“Okay, I will come too, and I’ll let Yongkun eat here tonight.” Ji Shaojun didn’t have many classes these days and was annoyed with the headache brought by the demolition issue, and he also enjoyed fishing with Ji Heng.

Having said this, he went to the kitchen to join Shen Qing and help out.

Ji Heng originally wanted to take a smoke break but, catching sight of Jiang He, he resisted the urge.

The living room in Ji Shaojun’s house was small and not very well ventilated.

The old-style phone rang once; it was Ji Shaorong calling. Holding his empty pipe, he picked it up.

“Dad,” the voice from the phone, Ji Shaorong’s, was calm, “is Alian there?”

“She is.”

Ji Shaorong paused, “Ask her if she wants to come to the Ren Family.”

Hearing this, Ji Heng frowned, glanced at Bai Lian, and knew the intention behind Ji Shaorong asking him this question. He didn’t ask Bai Lian and directly replied, “She won’t come.”

He hung up the phone.

“Did you hear that?” At the Ren Family, Ji Shaorong placed his phone on the table and looked at Ren Qian, “She’s not coming.”

Next to him, Ren Qian managed to show a good expression to Ji Shaorong for once, “It’s like a temple being flooded—Xiaoxu’s mistake caused such an awkward situation between our two families.”

Ji Shaorong looked at Ren Qian but didn’t respond.

“Wanxuan,” Ren Qian then turned to Ren Wanxuan, “Regardless, you need to apologize to your cousin and try to get her to forgive you.”

Ren Wanxuan said nothing and got up, heading straight upstairs.

This time, Ren Qian didn’t stop her. Instead, he continued speaking with Ji Shaorong, “Shaorong, this matter isn’t bad for Bai Lian. Teacher Chou said she’s unwilling to go to the Traditional Calligraphers Association, but as her parents, you should persuade her more. It’s not good for her to be stuck in Xiangcheng all the time.”

The opportunity at the Calligraphy Association was too rare.

Even Ren Qian thought that he had misjudged before, acknowledging that Bai Lian was indeed extraordinary.

Ren Qian recalled the recent estrangement with the Ji Family due to the Chen Family incident, followed by the ugly dispute with Bai Lian caused by Ren Wanxuan… his heart immediately knotted up.

“We’ll see what she wants.” Ji Shaorong wouldn’t make decisions for Bai Lian.

Having said that, he went upstairs to find Ren Wanxuan.

After Ji Shaorong went upstairs, Ren Qian furrowed his brows and looked at the secretary-general, “What’s going on with you and Wanxuan?”

“It has nothing to do with the young lady,” the secretary-general lowered his eyes, “it’s entirely my fault.”

“Enough, I know Wanxuan better than you,” Ren Qian massaged his temple, feeling a severe headache, knowing full well that this matter must have been instigated by Ren Wanxuan, “Where’s Bai Lian’s information?”

He knew that after Bai Lian attended the Lanting Award event, he had people check out Bai Lian’s background again.

The secretary-general pulled out a sheet of freshly printed paper and handed it over to Ren Qian.

“It’s all here.”

Ren Qian finished scanning the information.

Bai Lian was registered under Ji Heng’s household, with information clear and detailed, nothing more.

As ordinary as it gets.

Ren Qian glanced through the straightforward information and put it away after he was done.

“Bai Lian is at her uncle’s place?”

“Yes, her uncle lives in Yongfu Residential Area, Building 7, Apartment 601.” The secretary-general had anticipated what Ren Qian was about to do and recited an address.

Ren Qian was quite satisfied with the secretary-general’s efficiency, pressing the bridge of his nose, “Prepare yourself, you and Minister Xu should have a good talk with Bai Lian.”

At Ji Shaojun’s home.

The door was left ajar.

When the secretary-general and Minister Xu arrived, Ji Heng had already taken Ji Shaojun out for fishing.

Bai Lian was watching Jiang He play with a puzzle.

“Mr. Secretary,” Shen Qing brought out new teacups and brewed tea for them. She then glanced at the cramped living room, unsure where to put her hands and feet, “Please, have a seat.”

She patted the sofa again and again.

The secretary-general looked indifferently at the somewhat yellowed sofa cushion, didn’t speak, and did not sit down.

Minister Xu, seeing Shen Qing’s demeanor, felt much more relaxed.

He took the tea Shen Qing brewed, casually putting it aside and smiling, “Thank you.”

Bai Lian leisurely helped Jiang He place a puzzle piece before standing up. Without looking at them, she pressed Shen Qing down to sit on the sofa, “Auntie, please sit.”