The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Director Chen didn’t practice serious martial arts, but he also knew about the Dongwu Club.

“Miss Bai,” he pondered for a moment, then explained to Bai Lian, “The Dongwu Club only recruits experts from each field. Initially, it was just a small-scale domestic circle, and it wasn’t so strict. But now it has expanded worldwide, and joining means you’re at the pinnacle of your field, although getting in is as hard as reaching the heavens.”

“To put it this way, as far as I know, in the past two years within the country, only God Yu received an invitation last year. Her signature move is the spear.”

When a club expands globally, it means that the threshold is extraordinarily high.

Due to joining the Dongwu Club and becoming an ordinary member, Yu Hongyi’s status in Jiangjing rose along with the tide, and the Yu Family transformed from an insignificant clan.

Ming Dongheng merged onto the main road.

While Director Chen spoke, he just nodded, indicating agreement.

“What style do you practice?” Bai Lian asked, her ears filled with English, which didn’t interfere with her conversation with Ming Dongheng.

Ming Dongheng, “Boxing.”

What he learned was the genuine boxing art.

Bai Lian leaned back in her chair, her fingertips lightly tapping on the screen of her phone, and after a moment of thought she said, “Then you haven’t mastered it yet…”

To master boxing, one must reach “inner nourishment of the self, peacefulness, and emptiness.”

Bai Lian remembered the invitation Xiaoqi gave her last night. She hadn’t looked at it after returning home and wondered if it was the one Ming Dongheng and the others were talking about.

She would check it out after returning home in the evening.

The car gradually approached the library.

Bai Lian took Jiang He to the second floor, where Ning Xiao and Tang Ming were already doing their homework, sitting up straight.

Seeing that Bai Lian came alone, the two simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

“Bai Lian,” Tang Ming leaned back in his chair, relaxed, asking about the notes he and Ning Xiao had made, “How’s the good student doing with his learning? Is this pace okay?”

“Not too bad,” Bai Lian said unhurriedly as she placed her books on the table, then instructed Jiang He to help her get two books from the shelf behind her, “Next week I’ll go and check his progress.”

Tang Ming and Ning Xiao both had great faith in what they had put together, “He should be able to learn well; he shouldn’t be that dumb.”

Jiang He slowly brought the books Bai Lian asked for.

Bai Lian opened the milk for him, inserted the straw for him to drink, then patted his head with a sigh.

She said nothing, but Tang Ming across from her spoke meaningfully, “Little brother Xiaohe needs to drink more milk to grow taller.”

Jiang He finished the milk in one gulp and glanced at the book in Tang Ming’s hands.

Then he slowly took out his own book to read.

Tang Ming subconsciously glanced at the book Jiang He was reading—

“Everything in Pairs”

Tang Ming:

Ning Xiao shot Tang Ming a look, not saying anything, but the look probably meant, “Why did you have to make that unnecessary remark.”

Bai Lian didn’t start on the problems right away but pulled out a blank sheet of paper.

She wrote on it neatly and properly.

After she finished writing, there were two unread messages on her phone.

Bai Lian glanced at them; they were sent by Pu Xiaohan

[Is it here?]

Bai Lian opened the attached image

On the street outside the Calligraphy Association.

After several bus routes were connected, there were already some entrepreneurs planning to open malls and supermarkets here. Originally, this place was part of the old city area, with seven or eight-mile-long alleys full of old houses, similar to near the city gates.

Pu Xiaohan immediately spotted an old man sitting on a carrying pole at the roadside, holding strings, performing the play “The Great Sage Defeats the White Bone Demon” for a crowd of fascinated children.

His fingers were as thin as kindling, and his skin was wrinkled, resembling tree bark.

But the puppets came to life under his control.

“Grandpa,” Pu Xiaohan knelt with her phone in front of him, earnestly watching his performance of the Great Sage, then politely asked, “May I film a video of you?”

“What video?” The elderly man looked up, revealing a withered face with very cloudy eyes.

Pu Xiaohan thought for a bit, “My classmate said you’re very skilled, and I’m a blogger. I want to shoot a video of you and share it online so more people can see you.”

The old man was taken aback, “Me?”

Pu Xiaohan nodded at him.

“But…” The old man hesitated, “Would people like to watch an old man like me?”

He couldn’t even find anyone to take as an apprentice now.

“How could no one like it?” Pu Xiaohan patted the nearby kids, “Kids, do you think grandpa’s Great Sage is good to watch?”

“It’s good!”

The children chimed in unison.

Pu Xiaohan smiled and took out her phone, “Grandpa, I’ll start by recording your puppet show. If it’s convenient, could I visit your home afterward to record a bit of your daily life?”