The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Upon hearing that, she spoke in a tone as light as a breeze, “Jiangjing University.”

“Jiangjing University, huh.” Assistant Xu nodded as he held his phone, texting Xu Wenyao a reply, and it wasn’t until halfway through that he realized, “Jiangjing University?”

He looked up, bewildered.

“What?” Bai Lian glanced back at Assistant Xu, raising her eyebrows.

The black of her pupils reflected the sun, languidly, almost like a different person from last night at the bar.

Assistant Xu was somewhat silent, “…Nothing.”

“Mhm, just remember not to leak that he’s still in Xiangcheng, that will do,” Bai Lian said as she looked off in a direction, bidding farewell to Assistant Xu, “I’ve got something urgent, will go to the hospital later.”

She had originally asked Assistant Xu to wait for her to go to the hospital together, but Hall Master Jin had suddenly sought her out.

“Alright.” Assistant Xu followed her gaze.

At the entrance of the milk tea shop stood a man, his head slightly lowered, his face unclear, but one could tell from his bearing a sense of cold pride. As if he felt the gaze upon him, he looked up nonchalantly and glanced in this direction.

Just one look across the street.

The sun was still high above, and Assistant Xu shivered uncontrollably.

Who is this?

Assistant Xu rubbed his arms and when he looked up again, Bai Lian had already entered the milk tea shop with him.

Assistant Xu took out his phone and reported to Xu Wenyao: [Miss Bai wants to get into Jiangjing University.]

Xu Wenyao: [?]

**

Milk tea shop.

Jiang Fulai also asked Bai Lian how her exam went.

They skipped right over math and physics, focusing only on chemistry and biology.

“The questions were easy; I did fairly well on biology,” Bai Lian said lazily, leaning to one side as she watched Jiang Fulai line up, giving orders skillfully, “Get one for Zhang Shize, too.”

They were going to see Zhang Shize first and then head to the Calligraphy Association.

Yesterday morning, Bai Lian had her exam, so Jiang Fulai had rescheduled the visitation for today at noon.

There were many people buying cakes at this hour.

Back room.

Chi Yundai, who was just carrying out a bunch of fresh cakes, caught a glimpse of Jiang Fulai, outstanding among the crowd, stumbled, and nearly fell over.

“Master Chi,” a young worker from the milk tea shop quickly steadied him, “Are you alright?”

“Huh?” Chi Yundai, somewhat in a daze, handed the cakes over, “…I’m fine.”

He immediately turned and went back to the kitchen.

On his way, he couldn’t help but stealthily look back.

Jiang Fulai just happened to look over indifferently, and with that emotionless glance, Chi Yundai recoiled as if he had seen a ghost.

It really was Young Master Jiang.

Chi Yundai took off his chef’s hat at once, and then his jacket, before taking out his phone to post a Friend Circle update—

[Just saw a ghost.]

Director Chen commented with a question mark.

**

After visiting Zhang Shize, Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian then went to the Calligraphy Association.

Bai Lian met with Hall Master Jin first.

Jiang Fulai waited for her at the Calligraphy Association, keeping an eye on Jiang He.

Jiang He was practicing calligraphy with a group of children, his face splattered with ink dots, yet he still maintained a cool and silent demeanor that made the other children want to speak but not dare to.

Jiang Fulai casually took out his phone to take a picture, then sent it to Bai Lian without much thought.

Next door.

Hall Master Jin poured a glass of water for Bai Lian and after a long silence, he finally asked, “Are you sure you want to invest in the martial arts academy?”

“Yes,” Bai Lian, who had barely used her ten million, leaned back in her chair slightly, “the development here is promising, and reopening the martial arts school is just a matter of time.”

Hall Master Jin knew that as well.

This place was planned to be a tourism route, and recently many people had approached him to buy the martial arts school.

“I’ve seen your plan,” Hall Master Jin looked up, “but reopening the martial arts school won’t be easy.”

“Speak,” Bai Lian blew on the hot water and looked up.

Hall Master Jin smiled reluctantly, “Jingfeng Martial Arts School won’t let us open it that easily.”

“Jingfeng Martial Arts School?” Bai Lian knew about this school, where many people learned Taekwondo and Muay Thai.

“Yes,” Hall Master Jin’s gaze shifted towards the door, “they have backers. In Xiangcheng, many martial arts schools closed down because of them, eventually having to change business paths. Knowing this, do you still want to invest with me?”

“Of course.” Bai Lian’s phone on the table lit up.

She checked it and saw the picture sent by Jiang Fulai.

She chuckled lightly.

“Are you serious?” Hall Master Jin’s grip on his teacup tightened slightly, his gaze fixed on Bai Lian, “But they really do have powerful people behind them…”

“Powerful people?” Bai Lian looked up, leaning back, her fingertips idly tapping on the table, her demeanor relaxed, “Then I’m quite curious to see, who exactly that might be.”

**

Xiangcheng Hospital.