The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

An Qi, having met the more popular Man Xi, backhandedly trampled on Yan Lu while soaring high in her career, and for Yan Lu to encounter the likes of Bai Lian and Zhang Shize was good fortune, but now…

Miss Bai is about to deify Yan Lu.

Bai Lian had already spotted Jiang He at the intersection, her sharpness subdued, once again appearing indolent, “If she wants to grow, I can give it a try.”

Then she casually waved at Sister Xin and picked up Jiang He, who was squatting on the ground.

Ming Dongheng was on a call. Seeing Bai Lian, he ended the call abruptly, “Miss Bai, where to?”

“Calligraphy Association.” She lifted Jiang He into the car.

Ming Dongheng drove towards the Calligraphy Association.

“Sister Xin?” Weng Qi boldly called out to her.

“Ah,” Sister Xin was still standing there. She snapped back to reality, “I’ll treat you guys to a meal another day. I have to find Yan Lu!”

Yan Lu was still shooting in Xiangcheng, and Sister Xin decided to go tell her about this in person.

**

Calligraphy Association.

Jian Zhe was soothing Qiu Xuezheng, “Teacher Qiu, please be gentler with her, don’t be so hot-tempered, take a break, I’ve got this.”

Bai Lian sat down at a corner of the eight-immortal table, pouring a cup of tea for Qiu Xuezheng, her legs propped up as she flipped through the accounts.

Not far off, Jian Zhe was gently explaining a question to Qiu Xuezheng’s granddaughter.

Jiang He ran over to watch and then sat back down next to Bai Lian, shocked, taking a sip of the water Bai Lian had poured for him.

“What’s wrong?” Bai Lian rubbed his head.

Jiang He shook his head silently, quite dumbfounded.

A minute later.

Jian Zhe’s gentle voice gradually became frenetic, “Let me explain it to you one more time, one 10 and one 4, add them together and it’s 14. So one 10 and one 6 added together, how much is that?”

“…14.”

“How much?!” Jian Zhe, who was usually composed and poised, began to lose his cool.

“Ten plus… plus six…”

Jian Zhe, “Right, one 10 and one 6, how much should that be? Think again, think hard, baby!!”

“…10?”

Bai Lian quietly listened, a vein starting to throb on her forehead; sometimes, she felt Jiang Fulai was too harsh on Tang Ming and the others.

Putting herself in their shoes, when Jiang Fulai was teaching Tang Ming and the others, the difficulty must have been similar to Jian Zhe teaching this baby, she thought—

Jiang Fulai: [10+5=15]

Both of them failed to understand.

Jiang Fulai repeated coldly.

Ning Xiao got it.

Tang Ming: [But why isn’t it 14…]

Jiang Fulai: [Tang Academician]

Tang Ming: [Teacher Jiang?]

Jiang Fulai: [I wouldn’t dare, I’m off to file your patent application]

She suddenly felt like she had to sometimes understand Young Master Jiang’s predicament.

Qiu Xuezheng’s hand pressed against the table, about to stand up, Bai Lian snapped back to her senses, hurriedly stopping him, “Teacher Qiu, where is our seminar this week…”

“We’ve got two new teachers,” Qiu Xuezheng, holding his teacup, calmed down and discussed business with Bai Lian, “Jian Zhe said you were interested in the martial arts hall next door? There have been quite a few people coming to them these past few days.”

“Quite a few?” Bai Lian was surprised.

Qiu Xuezheng nodded, “They’re planning a tourism-exclusive route here, many people want to buy their property.”

The tourist route was planned from the train station to the gate on Purest Street, from the west of the city all the way to the east.

The Calligraphy Association was owned by the state, but the martial arts hall was private property with a large land area that drew much attention.

Bai Lian looked toward the direction of the martial arts hall, pondering that the chances of reopening it seemed even greater now.

She closed the file, took out her phone; the hall’s owner hadn’t contacted her, she glanced at her messages, it was a reply from Dean Jian.

Dean Jian: [You don’t need to mail it]

Dean Jian: [Just give me the address, I’ll collect it myself]

Bai Jian: [.]

Bai Jian: [Wait till I get into Jiangjing University next year, I’ll bring it to you]

Dean Jian: [What if you don’t get in]

…

Bai Lian looked at Dean Jian’s message, then directly took a screenshot and sent it to Jiang Fulai.

Without adding any other words.

The young master didn’t reply.

At seven o’clock, Bai Lian took Jiang He back home. Just as they left the Calligraphy Association’s gateway, they encountered the former Secretary-General who had just arrived at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

Seeing Bai Lian come out, he paused, his mood quite good, “Miss Bai, long time no see.”

Zhou Jian didn’t mind Bai Lian’s attitude at all, his lips curled into a smile, but it had a hint of chill, “I was wondering why Miss Bai was so fiery tempered, turns out the Xu Family is involved.”

After speaking, he stepped into the martial arts hall.

Bai Lian raised an eyebrow upon hearing him mention the Xu Family.

Jiang He tugged at the hem of Bai Lian’s school uniform. Bai Lian looked up and saw Jiang Fulai parking his car at the intersection.