The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Xinjie waved her hand,

Meanwhile.

Bai Lian returned to school.

At the entrance of the teaching building’s staircase.

Weng Qi had just returned as well and got into an argument with someone at the bottom of the stairs, surrounded by a three-layer-deep crowd of students.

“Say that again?!”

The buzz-cut boy shouted at him, “What if I say it again, huh? Everyone knows Zhang Shize is a murderer, spit, he even killed a great philanthropist.”

Weng Qi was about to fight when he was held back by students from Class 15, “Weng Qi, let it go. Let’s try not to cause any trouble for Mother Lu.”

“No wonder the school ranks so low, having a murderer isn’t surprising, a social pariah, a disgrace…” The buzz-cut boy spat.

“You say one more word?”

A voice rose from within the crowd.

It was light and slow.

The crowd subconsciously parted to make way.

Revealing Bai Lian behind them.

She had taken off her school uniform jacket and was casually carrying it in her hand, revealing the snow-white shirt underneath. Her hair was arranged carelessly with a few strands blown messy by the wind, and she walked forward slowly, step by step, with the wind against her.

Each step seemed to tread on bones, pressing on everyone’s hearts.

The noise of the crowd gradually disappeared.

Quietness lingered, only the shallow sound of breathing remained.

Bai Lian stopped in front of the buzz-cut boy. She was taller than the average girl. She reached out, her pale, snow-like fingers casually grabbing the boy’s neck, forcing him to crouch down.

She looked down at him, raised an eyebrow, and said with a light and indifferent tone, “Go on, why aren’t you talking anymore, hmm?”

The buzz-cut boy was very arrogant.

He was jealous of Zhang Shize.

But his arrogance did not mean he was foolish.

Alarms screamed in his mind, and he had the feeling that this Bai Lian was even crazier than the lunatic Chen Wei from the school!

His neck restrained, he couldn’t speak, and could only look up at her with fright.

“The Dean of Discipline is coming!” someone shouted from not too far away.

Weng Qi tugged at Bai Lian’s sleeve, “Sister Lian.”

Bai Lian gave buzz-cut boy one last glance. Without hurry, she let go of her hand, then shook her uniform jacket and methodically put it on.

The boy gasped for air and stumbled several steps backward.

“What’s all this crowd about? Are you fighting?” The Dean of Discipline approached with a stern face.

In the center of the crowd, Bai Lian was pulling up the zipper of her school uniform slowly, head bowed.

When she looked up again, her face was back to its usual laziness. She looked at the Dean of Discipline and dropped her long lashes slightly, “No, Teacher, I was just discussing a question with Weng Qi. They were gathered around to watch.”

“Oh, it’s Bai Lian,” the Dean of Discipline’s mood brightened immediately upon seeing her, smiling particularly warmly. His gaze then fell on the buzz-cut boy behind her, “Bai Lian, no one’s been bullying you, right?”

The Dean of Discipline eyed the troublemaker buzz-cut warily.

Bai Lian was demure, “No, Dean.”

The Dean of Discipline nodded, clearly disbelieving but said, “It’s all right, Bai Lian. You go on up. I’ll stand here and keep an eye on things.”

Buzz-cut:

Other students:

This is ridiculous.

At the police station.

When Jiang Fulai finished up and came over, Chief Chen and Chi Yundai had already been waiting at the door.

“Chief Jiang, this kid hasn’t said a word in three days.” Director Chen frowned; the biggest fear in a case was an uncooperative suspect.

“Hmm,” Jiang Fulai’s face was expressionless as he spoke succinctly, “Take me to see him.”

Detention center room.

Zhang Shize curled up, lying on the bed.

He hugged himself with both arms.

His whole face was buried in his arms, the hair at the back of his head messy, and there were dried blood stains on his clothes—a strong rejection to communicate.

Jiang Fulai entered and stood in the middle, looked around for a moment, then lowered his eyelids, and said, “You can’t face yourself now? Afraid of the gaze of others?”

Zhang Shize’s body stiffened.

Director Chen respectfully carried in a chair.

Jiang Fulai held his overcoat, coldness emanating from head to toe; he slowly sat down, then lifted his right hand slightly.

Director Chen understood immediately; he left the small cabin, gently closing the door behind him.

“I’ve almost finished investigating the matter,” Jiang Fulai relaxed back into the seat and raised an eyebrow after Director Chen left, “Do you think you did wrong? But I don’t think you made a mistake.”

Zhang Shize dropped his hands, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

“In this world, no one can judge right from wrong. I don’t think the law upholds justice; it’s just a set of rules to restrain everyone’s behavior.” Jiang Fulai looked at Zhang Shize’s back, “Why not believe in yourself?”

Zhang Shize suddenly sat up and turned around to look at Jiang Fulai.

“Zhang Shize,” Jiang Fulai just sat there, looking indifferently at Zhang Shize, his tone unhurried, “Yan Lu will have a bright future, paved by your own hands. Liu Xin is nothing but a sacrifice on that road, and you are the key to that road. It’s up to you whether to destroy the key or hand it over to her.”

“I…” Zhang Shize’s voice was hoarse.

He hadn’t had water in a long time, his lips were cracked, and when he looked up again, his listless face finally showed some vigor, “Thank you.”

Zhang Shize was afraid.

He feared facing his teacher, his classmates, his parents…

But he never regretted it.

If there were ten thousand possibilities, even if the chance was one in ten thousand, he’d rather endure the possibility of never meeting her than have her face this. But there was no such possibility, so he felt even if Liu Xin died ten thousand times, it wouldn’t be enough to atone.

“Have you come to realize?” Jiang Fulai stood up, looking down at him from above.

Zhang Shize sat up straight and nodded, “Yes.”

“That’s good,” Jiang Fulai’s demeanor remained cold, and the dim light in the room blurred his overly sharp profile, “The trial is next Wednesday. I’ll let attorney Chi in, try to cooperate with him as much as possible.”

Jiang Fulai left.

Five minutes later, Chi Yundai came in.

He looked at Zhang Shize, who seemed to have become a different person, his eyes shining with a startling intensity, “Did you listen to Young Master Jiang’s nonsense? Don’t listen to him, he’s just an outlaw. Listen to me, I’m a lawyer, and whenever I wear this suit, I won’t let any criminal escape.”

Zhang Shize came back to his senses and looked at Chi Yundai, “If Yan sister’s family filed a complaint, would he be sentenced to death?”

“Every life has its meaning.”

“What about Yan sister? Does her life have no meaning?” Zhang Shize stood up, grabbing his hair with both hands, “Why should she endure all this?”

Chi Yundai had watched some videos before coming in.

After listening, he remained silent.

It had been a long time since he had heard such naïve thinking.

The cramped room was quiet for about three minutes before Chi Yundai’s voice softly broke the silence.

“I’ve been a lawyer for many years and have revised five laws.” Chi Yundai looked at Zhang Shize with a complex gaze, “If you find it unfair, I hope that one day, you too can put on this suit, stand in court, and exert your own sense of justice to amend the law.”

“I…” Zhang Shize hadn’t considered this possibility and was somewhat stunned, “Can I?”

“Why not?” Chi Yundai took a cigarette from his pocket, nibbled on it, and gave Zhang Shize some time to think, “In no more than two years, you can make it to Jiangjing, and I’ll wait for you at the University of Political Science and Law. I wasn’t keen on taking apprentices before, but I can reserve a spot for you.”

Smoking wasn’t allowed in the detention center, so he didn’t light it up.

“In two years?” Zhang Shize sat back on the bed and seriously said to Chi Yundai, “Shouldn’t it be at least ten years later? Would you still take me then? I will study hard.”

He was acutely aware of the crimes he had committed.

Chi Yundai:

Ten years later? He might as well pack up and leave the top position early.