The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

A banquet hosted by Xinda in Jiangjing…

Jiangjing, ah.

It seemed so far out of reach.

Most people in Xiangcheng had never even dreamed of going there; many people, including the former Ning Xiao, had only considered as far as Beicheng when it came to exams.

The banquet was very important for Ren Qian.

It was the best chance to expand his network, as the Xinda high-level executives would all be arriving in Xiangcheng that day.

Everyone knew the importance of connections.

Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan didn’t believe that Bai Lian would refuse.

After the incident at the Calligraphy Association, Ren Qian went almost ten days without speaking to Ren Wanxuan and just told her to reflect on her actions, fortunately, the secretary-general often comforted her.

With their relationship with the Ji Family almost at breaking point, Ren Qian obviously couldn’t bring himself to approach anyone from the Ji Family.

So he left this matter to Ren Wanxuan.

Ren Wanxuan was very dissatisfied that Ren Qian wanted to take Bai Lian to the banquet, but at such times, she wouldn’t displease Ren Qian and still went to find Bai Lian as he had instructed.

“Are you done talking?” Bai Lian didn’t look at the invitation, just gripped her phone tightly and lowered her eyes and brows, “Then please make way.”

“This is what you don’t want,”, Ren Wanxuan looked at Bai Lian strangely, her mood suddenly relaxed, and she almost burst into laughter, “Don’t regret it later.”

Bai Lian lost her patience, smiled and said, “A good dog doesn’t stand in the way.”

Ren Wanxuan’s face turned red.

The others in the eighth class also realized and cleared the path blocked at the door.

The news of Xinda Enterprises moving into Xiangcheng had exploded in the business community; the financial channels had been discussing this matter all morning, and many people were now acting on the information.

After all…

Everyone knew Xinda was from Jiangjing; they must have some inside information about Xiangcheng to decide to move in.

Isn’t the economy all about trading on information disparities?

Chen Zhu watched Bai Lian’s retreating back, wanting but hesitating to speak. In the end, he still left with Ren Wanxuan.

This matter was directly reported to Ren Qian by Ren Wanxuan.

Ren Qian, holding his phone, was silent for a long time, “Forget it, her vision is limited to this, anyway.”

“Then,” the newly assigned administrative assistant beside Ren Qian inquired, “Should we still have a gown made for Miss Bai?”

Ren Qian waved his hand disinterestedly, “Is there a collection of rare tobacco?”

Right now, his own power was being divvied up, and he was planning how to take it back.

Also planning how he could arrange a meeting with Elder Chen.

With the Ji Family issue, he could only allocate one-tenth of his attention.

He couldn’t manage more at the moment.

Bai Lian was unaware of all this.

She usually went to the Zhang Family to give pointers on Yan Lu’s marksmanship and then returned home.

And complained to Jiang Fulai—

[Sometimes I find you quite useful]

Teacher Jiang: [?]

Teacher Jiang: [Sometimes?]

Bai Lian raised an eyebrow, [1]

The Ji Family’s courtyard was bustling today; besides Lance, Ji Shaorong had also finally returned, “Dad, with something so serious, how could you all keep it from me?”

Ji Shaorong was referring to Shen Qing’s incident.

He frowned, having just returned to Xiangcheng to visit Ji Heng, only to hear about this.

“You were working, and besides, calling you back would’ve been pointless,” Ji Heng, holding his tobacco pipe, was quite calm, “She is fine now, isn’t she?”

Ji Shaorong did not know how perilous the situation had been.

He thought Shen Qing’s injuries were not that serious.

“Next time, you still have to tell me,” Ji Shaorong sighed, “Even if I’m working, I could take leave to come back; they wouldn’t trouble me because of this.”

Bai Lian came out with her silver needles to perform acupuncture on Lance.

Ji Shaorong looked at Bai Lian and asked Ji Heng in a low voice, “What is she doing?”

“Performing a test…”

“Cough, cough,” Ji Heng paused, changed what he was about to say, “Acupuncture.”

He kept it simple and to the point.

Ji Shaorong: “…?”

He looked incredulously at Lance, this foreigner trusts Bai Lian so much?

Both of them were truly bold, one dared to perform the acupuncture, the other to trust it.

Ji Heng was this permissive of Bai Lian?

“This Saturday, Shaojun is moving. Did he tell you?” Ji Heng asked about the serious matter at hand.

Shaojun’s neighborhood was starting to be demolished; Shen Qing had already picked out a new house closer to Purest Street, and they planned to move there this Saturday.

Moving to a new home always needed a bit of liveliness to warm the place up.

The more people, the better.

“Yes,” Ji Shaorong would certainly go to such an event, but he was slightly surprised, “His place is also getting demolished?”

He focused on his research and was indifferent to other matters.

“Hmm.” Ji Heng didn’t know much about it, responding vaguely.

Beside the two.