The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

As they entered through the front door, the owner looked up with a smile, about to ask “What would you like to eat?” but got interrupted by an indifferent glance from someone. The owner even took out a piece of paper and meticulously wiped down the table and chairs where the two settled.

Then he handed them the menu.

Jiang Fulai was different from Jiang He; he truly didn’t care about where or what he ate—as sometimes they just lived on steamed buns while working nonstop in the lab.

Browsing the menu, he casually picked out three dishes.

He had no preferences or favorites; the choices were all tailored to Bai Lian’s tastes. For Jiang Fulai, spending time on eating and entertainment was a waste, but this was also the first time he bothered to remember someone else’s preferences.

It was a peculiar experience.

Bai Lian was looking at her phone, which displayed a message from the person in charge at Dongwu—

[Aren’t you planning to join the club?]

Bai Jian: [No time (smile)]

On the other side of the phone.

The Dongwu person in charge, looking at this “spiritual” smile—

It was certain, this had to be a respected elderly gentleman!

After the meal, Bai Lian returned to school.

The lunch break had long finished, and during the break between classes, a bunch of people were discussing something animatedly.

For the first time since Zhang Shize left, class fifteen was so lively.

“Lian sis, have you heard?” When Bai Lian approached, others told her the exciting news, “There’s going to be a hotel opening in Xiangcheng, did you know?”

Bai Lian was somewhat confused.

She pulled out a chair and sat down.

Pu Xiaohan turned around, equally excited, “They’ve already started demolition, it seems. Looks like they’re really going to develop Xiangcheng.”

Everyone was thrilled about the decision to develop Xiangcheng from higher up.

Everything was moving forward.

“That’s great,” remarked Bai Lian earnestly.

She seemed to recall Xu En mentioning there’d be a press conference this weekend.

After school in the afternoon.

Bai Lian, Pu Xiaohan, Ning Xiao, Yang Lin, Weng Qi… and Tang Ming, this out-of-class person who somehow got mixed up in class fifteen, walked towards the exit together—a spirited entourage.

They drew the gazes of countless students.

Many came up to greet them, some chummily asking for Bai Lian’s number while slinging an arm around Weng Qi.

Others approached Bai Lian to inquire about physics problems.

Some asked Pu Xiaohan about video editing…

Except for the aloof and unapproachable Ning Xiao and the silent Yang Lin.

Behind them, the previously popular class eight students still walked as before, untouchable by anyone.

However, now it was different; in the past, class eight exuded a gap of unreachable backgrounds and grades. Chen Zhu, once seen as unattainably high in pedigree and grades, had his marks steadily suppressed by Ning Xiao several times, and even Tang Ming was fast on his heels, ranking second in the recent joint exams.

The radiance of Chen Zhu, Ren Wanxuan, and the others from class eight had greatly dimmed.

Some echelons are not insurmountable.

“They’re about to exit,” Chen Zhu shifted his gaze, looking at Ren Wanxuan, “haven’t you talked to Bai Lian yet?”

In Ren Wanxuan’s hand was a red invitation card, her gaze deep as she watched the line of people ahead.

Finally, she called out to Bai Lian, “Wait up, I have something for you.”

She finally maneuvered in front of Bai Lian just before the school gates, observing her for a long while, and then extended the red card: “My grandfather asked me to give this to you.”

With just a short sentence, she attracted the attention of those around Bai Lian.

The gazes of Pu Xiaohan, Weng Qi, and others fell upon the invitation in Ren Wanxuan’s hand.

Bai Lian didn’t know how Ren Wanxuan danced herself into her presence again; she didn’t take it, merely arching her eyebrows.

Ren Wanxuan pursed her lips in impatience. With no response from the other side, she grew a bit irritated, “What do you want exactly? I’ve been punished by my grandfather for so long now. There are only twenty of these invitations in all of Xiangcheng, and I’m offering an apology. Aren’t you satisfied?”

By her side, Chen Zhu stepped in to explain for Ren Wanxuan, “Bai Lian, this is Xinda’s evening event.”

Bai Lian lazily struck out a word with her hand, her expression unchanged, and Chen Zhu immediately got the hint.

Indeed, how would the average person know what Xinda is?