The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Sister Yan Luxin couldn’t make out a single word.

“Where to?” Jiang Fulai finally greeted the person on the other end of the Bluetooth only after he saw Bai Lian get into the car. He pressed the Bluetooth button and spoke to her in a low voice.

Bai Lian’s expression wasn’t great either, “To the flower shop.”

First sending Mother Zhang and the others back.

“So you guys still haven’t seen Zhang Shize?” Bai Lian tilted her head as she asked the person sitting behind her.

By now, Yan Lu had caught on, her gaze fixated out the window that had almost lost its luster, “Before the trial, we can’t see him unless we find a lawyer to go meet him…”

Both she and Sister said they checked, and Zhang Shize was in criminal detention, family couldn’t visit.

So no one knew what exactly Zhang Shize’s current situation was.

She and Sister were already doing their best to find a lawyer.

Bai Lian nodded, indicating she understood. She took out her phone, opened the dial pad, and directly punched in a string of numbers.

Chief Chen on the other end.

He had just finished his work for the day and was about to take a quick shower when a specially set ringtone for his phone went off. He hurriedly put down his clothes and answered the phone with the speed of a sprinter.

The one making this call could only be either Bai Lian or Jiang Fulai.

“Miss Bai!” He answered the call before the third ring with lightning speed.

Bai Lian, phone in hand, her other arm resting on a half-opened car window, was invigorated by the cold wind, and she concisely stated her concern, “I want to know how he’s doing inside now.”

“Zhang Shize?” Chief Chen hadn’t heard the name before.

But that didn’t stop him from looking it up at the police station. He no longer cared about his shower and put his hat back on, “Don’t worry, I’m heading to the police station to check for you.”

“Liu Xinming, who is that?” Chief Chen hadn’t heard of this person either.

Bai Lian pondered, “Philanthropist? Seems like a shareholder of Time Entertainment too.”

She only ever heard Weng Qi mention him briefly.

“Don’t look at me,” Jiang Fulai hadn’t said a word while she was talking but upon seeing her look his way, he raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know either. If you’re talking about Liu Xun, I might recognize him a bit.”

Backseat.

Sister looked at Yan Lu, then at Bai Lian and the others, utterly baffled.

Liu Xinming wasn’t just a major shareholder of Time Entertainment, he was also well known online for his frequent charity work, especially with good marketing. It was Sister’s first time seeing someone who hadn’t heard of Liu Xinming.

And it wasn’t just one or two people.

And then, “Liu Xun”—who is that?

Which Xun?

Sister was somewhat muddled for a moment.

Zhang Family.

Mother Zhang hadn’t rested in two days.

Bai Lian took her back to the Zhang Family home, comforting her to get some rest, “Auntie, take care of yourself first.”

She didn’t urge Mother Zhang to eat but bought her a bowl of soup on the way for her to drink.

Under Bai Lian’s comforting, Mother Zhang closed her eyes and fell asleep, though it was not a restful sleep—her brow furrowed even in her light slumber.

After ensuring Mother Zhang was asleep, Bai Lian quietly closed the bedroom door behind her and left.

Jiang He was leaning on the Zhang Family’s couch, dozing off, as she came out.

Jiang Fulai stood alone in the yard, the desolate moonlight behind him casting a large shadow over the house and potted flowers in the yard.

He deliberately avoided the people in the main hall.

Sister Yan Luxin was sitting on the other end of the couch, and due to Jiang Fulai’s presence in the entire environment, it was very quiet.

At this moment, Sister’s phone ringtone suddenly broke out.

She was startled, subconsciously covering her phone, cautiously answering it while discreetly glancing at the yard.

The call was from the publicity department of the Xu Family.

“What? Ah… okay, okay, thank you,” Sister blinked away her daze after hanging up the phone, then turned to Yan Lu, “Xiaolu, you can’t be late for the publicity event tomorrow morning at eight.”

Yan Lu looked up, her lips dry as she spoke, “They haven’t replaced me?”

Everyone must know about the ban Liu Dong ordered, right?

“Never mind, I…” Yan Lu forced a smile, her hands trembling as she fished out a packet of cigarettes from her pocket, “Can you help me…”

“Be there on time tomorrow,” Bai Lian sat next to Jiang He, picked up a cup of cool boiled water from the table, took a sip to quench her restlessness, and then looked up, “You must go.”

Yan Lu was stunned, “But now…”

“Yan Lu, right?” Bai Lian set down her cup, her posture casual as she sat on the couch, her arm resting lightly on the armrest. Under the light, she looked towards Yan Lu, her voice calm and rational, “You don’t need to worry about Zhang Shize’s situation. Since the Xu Family hasn’t replaced you, even if it’s in a swamp, you have to stand up. I don’t want him to come out and see you’ve fallen midway.”