The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

The sooner they reached Beicheng, the sooner they could hear the overall style of the song.

Yan Lu by her side, having roughly hummed the entire melody, was lost in thought for a long time.

Sister Xin was thinking that as long as the composition and arrangement weren’t too bad, it would be fine, after all, Bai Lian had warned her that it could be replaced if unsuitable.

But how would she know that the person who wrote this piece was Miss Bai herself, Bai Lian may have felt inferior to the Third Princess, but she forgot who her teacher was, who could take her and the Third Princess as students at the same time, does her talent even need to be mentioned?

**

The next day.

Early Saturday morning.

Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai went to give a lesson to Zhang Shize.

Seeing the two of them, Zhang Shize was very moved, a snot-nosed tearful mess.

“Brother Jiang,” after an hour-long lesson, Zhang Shize asked in a low voice, “What do you think are my chances of getting into Jiangjing University of Political Science and Law now?”

He felt that in just under a month, his performance had improved dramatically.

Jiang Fulai told Bai Lian to go first and upon hearing the question, glanced at Zhang Shize, “I suggest you don’t mention the University of Political Science and Law right now.”

“Ah? Why…” Zhang Shize was stunned.

He didn’t quite understand.

Jiang Fulai raised his hand: “I’m afraid they might sue you for libel.”

Zhang Shize: “…”

A prison guard beside them, with his head lowered, re-cuffed Zhang Shize’s hands.

It couldn’t be helped, Jiangjing University of Political Science and Law was famously known throughout Asia, after all, since Chi Lu had a high international profile, finding out he graduated from Jiangjing University of Political Science and Law only enhanced its reputation.

There wasn’t a single mediocrity among them.

Zhang Shize sensed Jiang Fulai’s implications, small matters aside, he was now worried about whether he could get into the University of Political Science and Law.

Looking at Jiang Fulai’s manner, he knew… if he couldn’t get in,

Chi Lu would indeed be ruthless.

Why were they all so abnormal?

**

Outside, in the car.

Bai Lian sat in the passenger seat.

She leaned back in her seat, head tilted slightly, lazily resting against the window, her phone pressed to her ear, having a call with Ji Heng.

“Today’s Saturday,” from the other side of the phone, Ji Heng was stuffing tobacco into his pipe, his voice was unclear, “the Ren Family mentioned that a master teacher from Beicheng was coming to give a lesson, do you want to go?”

Ji Heng knew Bai Lian was diligent in her studies.

So after Ren Qian’s call, he especially asked Bai Lian.

Ji Heng was also well aware that academic pursuits were smoother with a teacher’s assistance, despite not wanting to have many connections with the Ren Family.

But when it came to Bai Lian, Ji Heng was always able to maneuver with ease.

Bai Lian didn’t use speaker mode, but she didn’t cover the microphone either, with the car’s limited space, Jiang Fulai, sitting in the driver’s seat, paused while fastening his seatbelt.

In a casual sideways posture, he lifted his head and looked towards Bai Lian with a nonchalant demeanor.

His eyes were shallow and pale.

Cold and clear.

Bai Lian: “…”

“Grandpa, I’m not going,” she lowered her voice to Ji Heng.

Ji Heng was still loud, “I think…”

Bai Lian: “…Grandpa, I don’t like the Ren Family.”

With that, Ji Heng had no other words, “Alright, I’ll let them know.”

After they hung up, Bai Lian glanced at the person beside her, Jiang Fulai methodically buckled up, rolled down both car windows, and the wind blew, lifting their white clothes.

He didn’t speak.

Bai Lian thought this should be the end of it.

Library.

Ning Xiao asked Jiang Fulai a question from the Jiangjing University’s attached college question bank. Jiang Fulai put down the printed document in his hand and glanced over, “Do you know any famous teachers from Beicheng?”

Ning Xiao looked at the English document Jiang Fulai had set down, which he didn’t quite understand, and averted his gaze.

At Jiang Fulai’s words, he blinked in slight surprise, “A teacher from Beicheng?”

“Very famous,” Jiang Fulai slightly withdrew his gaze, his hand resting on the table, his pose somewhat casual.

As if he was utterly nonchalant.

Ning Xiao and Tang Ming took him seriously, “Did a master teacher come to Xiangcheng?”

Bai Lian beside them, “…”

It was preposterous.

She reached out, grabbed Jiang Fulai’s wrist, took the question bank from Ning Xiao, and handed it to him calmly, “Teacher Jiang, listen to me, you’re the most famous.”

Jiang Fulai picked up the book, half-convinced.

Lunchtime.

Having finished a bite, Jiang Fulai suddenly looked at Bai Lian, “So who is that teacher?”

Alright.

Bai Lian knew, the matter wasn’t over just yet.

She’d remember the Ren Family.

After lunch, when Bai Lian took out her phone to memorize words, she stumbled upon Sister Xin’s WeChat and asked her—

[How is it, does it work?]