The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

The lackey gave Bai Lian a fierce glance and took a step back.

Hearing the name “Director Chen” from Bai Lian again.

His connections were not many; today was merely about leveraging the power of the Ren and Chen families to force Jin Kai to sell the martial arts school.

What Zhou Jian didn’t expect was that Jin Kai had been bluffed by him.

Yet Bai Lian, a mere high school student still wet behind the ears, was not intimidated.

The three words “Chen Yongkun” exerted too much pressure on Zhou Jian.

The sly expression on Zhou Jian’s face slowly receded as he scrutinized Bai Lian’s face before slowly bending down to pick up the phone he had dropped.

He clenched the phone tightly, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. Who exactly was behind Bai Lian?

His gaze finally swept over the faces of Bai Lian and Jin Kai, “Let’s go.”

“But—” Jingfeng Martial Arts School had long coveted this territory, and letting them just walk away was hard to swallow.

But Zhou Jian had already turned and walked out the courtyard gate.

The lackey glared at Bai Lian, spat viciously, and then left.

Only one person didn’t leave.

The energetic and optimistic little angel Pu Xiaohan clung to Mrs. Jin’s arm, not daring to look at Chen Wei.

Chen Wei naturally didn’t look at her either, just crossed her arms and said to Bai Lian with a grim voice, “Bai Lian, what’s the deal with Zhang Shize?”

She naturally had also caught a lot of people at school to ask, but everyone in Class 15 shook like chaff at the sight of her.

It was a conversation that was going nowhere.

As for Bai Lian, the Class 15 teacher treasured her as the apple of their eye, keeping Chen Wei away as if she were a malign tumor; other times, Bai Lian did nothing but study.

Bai Lian also bent down, picked up the contract with nonchalance, and blew on it lightly without looking up, her tone casual, “Zhang Shize was detained in a righteous cause.”

Her words were light as a breeze.

Chen Wei was naturally unsatisfied with such an answer; she took a step forward.

“Hey—Chen classmate,” Pu Xiaohan threw the camera into Mrs. Jin’s embrace; she stood between the two, putting on a brave face as she said to Chen Wei, “We Lian-jie don’t know about these kinds of things either, right? How could the police let common folks like us know about their investigations? Why give her a hard time? Next year, just ask that… ask that idiot…”

“…just ask Zhang Shize himself.”

Bai Lian stood behind Pu Xiaohan, gazing up as night fell.

A lot of people in Class 15 knew about Zhang Shize’s case, but because it involved Yan Lu and several other female artists, the case was not made public, and Zhang Shize himself didn’t explain.

Although Yan Lu had already self-exposed to Zhang Shize’s friends, the Class 15 students chose to keep it secret in solidarity.

As for those from other classes who might gossip… no problem, Bai Lian would suppress them with violence.

Xiangcheng No. 1 High School was very peaceful.

Chen Wei was too dangerous; Pu Xiaohan and the others wouldn’t reveal Yan Lu.

Knowing she couldn’t get any answers, Chen Wei left anyway.

After everyone had left, Pu Xiaohan slumped onto the stone bench, patting her chest, “That lady is too scary.”

The Jin Kai beside her, with a tanned face, looked somewhat puzzled. Isn’t it? Don’t you think your classmate is scarier?

The high-level expert had just been brushed off with such a light flick of the hand.

Speaking of which, Jin Kai’s gaze turned towards Bai Lian.

Bai Lian raised an eyebrow and held up the agreement to him, “No more disturbances, let’s continue signing.”

Oh.

Jin Kai reined in his curiosity and sat back down. “About the travel route he mentioned…”

“Change the travel route?” Bai Lian tapped the pen at the signature spot lightly, finally leaving behind two flamboyant characters. She looked up, her tone leisurely, “For that, he’d need to be alive to change it.”

Jin Kai: “…”

Pu Xiaohan took a quick glance—

That was not Bai Lian’s usual by-the-book handwriting.

After signing, Bai Lian took out her phone and sent a few words to Director Chen.

**

Xiangcheng Hospital.

7 p.m.

A bunch of people were waiting downstairs.

Many passersby watched this scene, “What’s going on? So many doctors?”

“Don’t know.”

“Was there some kind of mass traffic accident, a consult for multiple traumas?”

“…”

The discussions buzzed around.

Xu Wenyao stood behind Dr. Li and the dean, at 7:05 p.m., a black commercial vehicle stopped at the entrance.

The CN Antidote had finally arrived.

After confirming the license plate number, Dr. Li hurriedly stepped forward.

The driver’s window rolled down, and the fierce, cold man passed a silver case to Dr. Li.

There was a tiny “MTR” logo on the bottom left of the silver case’s front.

Dr. Li carefully accepted the case.

The moment he took the case, the car window closed with a “swish”, and with a rev of the engine, the driver sped away, leaving as if what Dr. Li had received wasn’t medical supplies from MTR but a bomb.

Dr. Li didn’t think too much of it, while everyone else’s gaze was fixed on the antidote in his hands.

“Dr. Li, is this the medicine that can save my dad?” Xu Wenyao asked.

Dr. Li walked into the hospital, “Hmm.”

The dean followed Dr. Li, “Let me handle this case for you, I’ll go and call a few experts from neurology over…”

Since Dr. Li had been communicating with Bai Lian from the beginning, Xu En was under his care, and naturally, the medicine was also managed by him.

Although Xu Wenyao and Ji Mulan were the family members, at this moment they were squeezed aside by a group of doctors and interns.

In Xu En’s ward.

Dr. Li eagerly stared at his thesis…

No, at his patient.

He recorded the physical symptoms, then took out the CN Antidote, withdrew one-third of the transparent liquid with a syringe, and injected it into Xu En; the dean took over the medical records from the nurse’s hands and personally noted the changes in vital signs.

Outside the ward.

Xu Wenyao, Ji Mulan, and Assistant Xu were also anxiously waiting.

Eight o’clock.

Xu En finally woke up, and the ventilator was removed from him.

He was lucid, but weakened by the constant infusions, he lifted his head to look at Xu Wenyao, very surprised, “How did you come to Xiangcheng?”

Assistant Xu recounted the events to Xu En.

So much had happened during the two days he was unconscious.

Xu En weakly lifted his hand, “Wenyao, you go ask the Ji Family for help on my behalf first.”

Due to Bai Lian’s request, it was inconvenient for Xu En to show himself right now.

“I know,” Xu Wenyao had already arranged it.

“Also, keep an eye on your grandmother, she…” Xu En remembered the matter with the Yu Family, he worried about Ji Mulan and urged Xu Wenyao, “Don’t let them get in touch at any cost.”

“The Yu Family?” Xu Wenyao remembered this family.

“They’re prone to being a target, and their character…” Xu En paused thoughtfully, “is bound to be agitated by people stirring trouble and malicious flattery.”

In the past, Madam Yu of the Yu Family was best friends with Xu Wenyao’s grandmother, and the Xu Family, being better off, had always been helping the Yu Family.

In the last two years, the Yu Family had suddenly risen to great heights, their status climbing too rapidly, looking down upon their former friends and relatives.

Being excessively flattered by others, Madam Yu was prone to being arrogant and self-centered.

“Also,” Xu En remembered something else, “Alian… she doesn’t want to come to the Xu Family, you need to manage that situation carefully.”

**

The next day.

After school in the afternoon.

“My grandpa said he would like to treat you this weekend,” Bai Lian said, taking a sip from the straw of her milk tea before responding to Pu Xiaohan and her friends.

Ji Heng was to take her to the Xu Family banquet today.

Pu Xiaohan excitedly jabbed her straw into her milk tea, “Then okay.”

She couldn’t pierce through, and the sharp end even crumpled.

“This straw is just like a math exam paper, why does it always do this to me,” Pu Xiaohan borrowed a straw from Bai Lian, “Let me use your straw.”

Bai Lian slightly tilted her head, glanced at the straw and milk tea in Pu Xiaohan’s hands.

Then, she pushed her phone into her pocket, snatched the straw from Pu Xiaohan, showed her how it’s done right in front of her, and casually used her forefinger to block one end of the straw—

And gently pierced the top of the milk tea cup.

Pu Xiaohan watched, dumbfounded, as Bai Lian easily inserted the straw.

“So, is this the right way to use a straw?” she asked, stunned.

Sometimes, Bai Lian wondered how Pu Xiaohan ever learned physics.

She sighed, patted Pu Xiaohan’s head with meaning, “It’s okay, too.”

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Meanwhile.

In a private room at Wanhe Building.

Ji Mulan was describing Bai Lian’s personality to Xu Wenyao, “Please be more tolerant towards her; she has a different character than you and Xu Zhiyue; she’s a bit prickly, and her grades are also…”

She had seen the time when Bai Shaoke was the top scholar of the entire city.

The Bai Family brought Bai Shaoke home with much fanfare, and at that time, every newspaper in Beicheng was featuring this news.

Bai Qiming’s two illegitimate children were indeed outstanding—so much so that Ji Mulan doubted herself. After divorcing Bai Qiming, she met Xu En, and Xu Wenyao was also a student at Jiangjing University.

And Xu Zhiyue… he was the second-best at the affiliated high school.

A contender for the national top scholar.

Both of them were not only excellent but also very modest.

Having met so many outstanding individuals, Ji Mulan sometimes wished irritably why Bai Lian couldn’t be like Bai Shaoke.

Xu Wenyao had been listening to Ji Mulan attentively; he was unfamiliar with the affairs of the Ji Family, having only learned about them through Xu En the night before and having made further inquiries with Assistant Xu.

But the three of them saw three different personalities in Bai Lian.

Xu En: Very well-behaved.

Assistant Xu: Loves studying but never excels.

Ji Mulan: A wastrel with a messy group of friends.

Especially Ji Mulan and Xu En had almost polar opposite evaluations of her.

However, Xu Wenyao also received a profile of Bai Lian and the Ji Family. The information was sparse, simply summarizing Bai Lian’s age and residence, and it seemed like there wasn’t much else.

Basic and superficial.

As the two of them conversed, the door of the private room was knocked, and Assistant Xu’s eyes lit up, “Miss Bai and the others have arrived!”

Xu Wenyao immediately stood up to open the door.