The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Yan Lu and Sister Xin hadn’t reacted yet.

She instinctively took the gun.

“Is it like this?” she asked, rotating her left arm inward, then looked worriedly at Bai Lian, “Stand over by Sister Xin. I’m afraid I might accidentally bump into you later.”

Bai Lian reached out to adjust her stance.

Upon hearing her words, he looked up, his voice exceptionally light and breezy, “In your next life.”

“What?”

“With the way you’re doing it,” Bai Lian lazily withdrew his hand and stepped back five paces, commenting, “By your next life, you might actually be able to touch me.”

Yan Lu:

Afterward, Bai Lian demonstrated again for Yan Lu, letting her record it on her phone to practice slowly later on.

Only then did Bai Lian leisurely leave with his school bag.

After Bai Lian had left, Sister Xin finally retracted her jaw, grabbing Yan Lu’s hand, “I think… you are truly… blessed.”

Sister Xin was somewhat envious of Yan Lu.

She had searched for Teacher Hu’s videos; Wang Xin didn’t understand guns, nor had she learned martial arts. But purely in terms of aesthetics, with a gun…

That Teacher Hu didn’t seem to compare to Bai Lian at all, did he?

This time it seemed she really had it.

She was somewhat dazed.

Across from the Zhang family.

Ming Dongheng parked his car at the intersection waiting for Bai Lian.

Tonight, Ji Shaojun was treating Xu En to dinner, as Xu En had helped a lot while Shen Qing was hospitalized, and Ji Shaojun owed him this meal.

As they weren’t that close and the other was a big boss, Ji Shaojun specifically chose a high-class, clean restaurant.

Ji Heng was also going.

Bai Lian would go over to eat at Chi Lu’s house instead.

When she and Jiang He arrived, Jiang Fulai hadn’t come yet, and Chief Chen, originally wanting to help Chi Yundai wash vegetables, was because of a misplaced item chased out by Chi Yundai.

With a gloomy face, Chief Chen thought Miss Bai’s uncle was easier to get along with.

“Mr. Ming,” Chief Chen looked at Ming Dongheng, remembering something important, “Are you going to the grappling match this weekend?”

Ming Dongheng stooped to pass Jiang He’s puzzle piece and said, “I’ll definitely be there to see Mr. Bai’s NO.1 duel.”

The man in the white vest was ferocious, and he had amassed numerous fans in the grappling arena. Clearly, Ming Dongheng was one of them.

“Yu God will be there tomorrow as well,” Chief Chen informed him.

Ming Dongheng’s eyes showed a touch of surprise as he turned, “She’s coming?”

Bai Lian was sitting at the table doing her homework, Biology questions from Jiangjing University Affiliated College.

However, she was always multi-tasking, and upon hearing Ming Dongheng mention “Long Spear,” she looked up and glanced in his direction.

Although the two were having a conversation.

They were watching Bai Lian vigilantly.

Seeing her look over, Chief Chen rushed to explain excitedly to Bai Lian, “Yes, it’s the Long Spear. Yu God… oh, Miss Bai, you might not know her, it’s Yu Hongyi. She’s been practicing martial arts since she was a child, started learning the Long Spear at nine, and reached level seven by twenty! Of course, the most important thing is, last year, Dongwu Club personally invited her to join!”

Though Chief Chen didn’t practice martial arts himself, he had heard of the famous Dongwu Club.

Every member there was a top talent in the martial arts world.

Ming Dongheng and Chen Jingyu both wanted to join Dongwu but hadn’t met the entry requirements yet.

Chief Chen finished speaking, beaming with excitement.

Noticing Bai Lian’s lukewarm reaction, she smiled and then went back to doing her homework.

“Ah?” Chief Chen scratched his head, thinking next time he’d have to restrain himself.

Miss Bai, being from Xiangcheng, would surely have never heard of Dongwu Club; showing off for what?

Chief Chen slightly wanted to slap himself.

Just as he quietly slapped his own head, he caught Ming Dongheng giving him a cold look.

Chief Chen:

What, what did he do this time?

When Jiang Fulai returned.

Chi Yundai’s vegetables were not yet stir-fried.

Bai Lian was sitting at a table in the hall, holding a black pen, leisurely working through questions. A cold light enveloped her face, tinging her inherently lazy expression with a hint of aloofness.

Jiang Fulai first glanced at Ming Dongheng.

Ming Dongheng seemed a bit bewildered.

Director Chen, however, was eagerly obsequious. He lowered his voice, “Miss Bai was like this when she arrived, but she went to the Zhang Family first today.”

This classmate Zhang had quite a significant impact on Bai Lian’s mood.

Jiang Fulai gave Director Chen a glance, his expression softening slightly.

He walked over to Bai Lian’s side.

Ming Dongheng glared at Director Chen fiercely once more, then felt a bit melancholy—people from the Chen Family were so annoying.

Chen Jingyu threatened his position by Jiang’s side.

Chen Yongkun threatened his position by Miss Bai’s side.

Get rid of them, all of them.

Thinking this, Ming Dongheng stared at Director Chen’s neck.

As soon as Jiang Fulai arrived, Director Chen, who had slipped away into the kitchen, felt a chill on the back of his neck and couldn’t help but reach up to touch it.

Jiang Fulai stood to the left of Bai Lian, looking down at her as she worked on a problem.

It was a genetics problem.

Bai Lian rarely made drafts when solving problems. She obviously hadn’t finished reading this one yet. Jiang Fulai, his hand nonchalantly in his pocket, eyed the problem lightly and said, “9:3:3:1.”

He spoke the answer unhurriedly.

Bai Lian paused in her writing.

She threw her pen down, looked up, her hand resting on the back of her chair, and turned to look at Jiang Fulai, “No, when you were in school, didn’t a lot of people want to beat you up?”

Jiang Fulai raised an eyebrow, shamelessly proud: “There were plenty who wanted to even when I wasn’t in school.”

“How many groups from your class went to the Zhang Family?” Jiang Fulai pulled out the chair beside her, closed her workbook casually, and asked.

Bai Lian rubbed her wrist and pulled herself out of her emotions. All she wanted now was to cut Jiang Fulai, “Ten groups. Ning Xiao divided them up. I have to go see Yan Lu every day.”

Hearing this, Jiang Fulai’s fingertips tapped on the table. He didn’t ask further about Yan Lu but seemed contemplative.

Bai Lian also stopped working on her problems, sitting on the carpet leisurely helping Jiang He with his puzzle. Jiang He looked up at Bai Lian, his sense of smell keen, and now dared to speak with her, “Sister Bai.”

Nine o’clock, Purest Street.

Ming Dongheng stopped the car, and Bai Lian saw Mao Kun squatting at the corner of the street.

As he was about to drive away, he took an extra glance at the hair beside Bai Lian. Did it look a bit familiar?

Jiangjing.

Xu Family.

Old Lady Xu frowned as she flipped through a file. After a moment, she said, “They all have the surname Yu, but this brother is way worse than his sister.”

She threw the profile onto the coffee table.

She was not satisfied with the information on this person.

The butler smiled beside her, but inwardly sighed. The Yu Family, favored by the Chen Family, held a pivotal status in Jiangjing.

Many wanted to form a connection with them.

The Xu Family was simply not in the same league. If that Young Master Yu was as outstanding as his sister, would the Xu Family even have a chance?

“Old Madam,” the butler thought for a moment before speaking up, “Miss Zhiyue is at a critical point in her final year of high school, and all the deals in Jiangjing this year are handled by Liang Wuyu. We shouldn’t disturb Miss Zhiyue with these matters.”

“But…” Old Lady Xu really didn’t want to miss out on such a great opportunity with the Yu Family.

That Yu Hongshu might be a good-for-nothing, but his sister was too exceptional.

Favored by the Chen Family, they might benefit from the connection later on.

Xu Zhiyue was raised by Old Lady Xu herself, her expectations for her were no less than those for her own grandson.

At the butler’s words, he smiled softly, speaking softly into the old lady’s ear: “Old Madam, even though Miss Zhiyue is not suitable, haven’t you forgotten? There is still another young lady in the Xu Family.”

Without the butler saying more,

Old Lady Xu understood what he meant.

She raised her hand, “Give me the phone.”

The butler hurriedly handed her the mobile phone.

Old Lady Xu reached out and dialed Xu En’s number.

It rang twice before Xu En answered. The sound of clinking glasses came from the other end, “Mom?”

Xu En was quite surprised to receive a call from the old lady.

“Is that woman next to you?” Old Lady Xu asked.

Xu En frowned, “Mom, you…”

“Enough,” Old Lady Xu interrupted him. She picked up the file again, her murky eyes fixed on the bold name “Yu Hongshu” and spoke in a somewhat charitable tone, “I can let that mother and son enter our doors, and even allow her daughter to take the Xu surname.”