The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

She walked to the other side and got into a car.

A black business car, pretty luxurious, Xu Wenyao stared at the vehicle, taken aback—

He remembered that the Ji Family’s information indicated they had always lived on Purest Street, without changing locations, was the driver a friend or a relative?

Xu Wenyao took out his phone and snapped a photo of the license plate.

Then, he opened WeChat, the account of Bai Lian he had just scanned. She hadn’t accepted it yet.

**

In the car.

Jiang Fulai sat in the back seat, his computer on the table, and his slender fingers tapping on the keyboard. The light from behind shone on his face, casting a cold, jade-like curve that seemed unapproachable.

“Where’s Jiang He?” Bai Lian didn’t see Jiang He.

She held her phone and, seeing Xu Wenyao’s request, accepted it.

Jiang Fulai closed his laptop nonchalantly, honestly complaining to Bai Lian, “He’s like a mushroom.”

Bai Lian: “…”

Jiang He had been in self-isolation all day.

Because of the ink dot on his face.

When Bai Lian arrived at Jiang He’s room, he was still crouched under the small drawing table. He must have heard the door open; he covered his ears with his hands, head bowed.

Jiang He was relatively easy to care for considering his autism.

He neither screamed nor harmed himself or others.

He truly personified the term “self-contained.”

“Mushroom, mushroom, mushroom,” Bai Lian couldn’t stop thinking.

She rid her mind of the Young Master Jiang thoughts and then squatted beside him, reaching out and flicking the back of his head.

Sensing who was nearby, Jiang He slowly relaxed his hands and looked towards Bai Lian.

“Have you eaten?” Bai Lian asked softly, rubbing his head, her drooping eyes unusually gentle.

Jiang He shook his head.

Bai Lian tilted her head slightly: “Then, shall we go out to eat?”

Jiang He nodded slowly.

Jiang Fulai leaned in the doorway, hand casually in his pocket, watching Jiang He and scoffed.

“You go ahead and get busy,” Bai Lian flicked Jiang He’s forehead again and said to Jiang Fulai, “I’ll take him downstairs to eat.”

Mondays were the busiest for Jiang Fulai, with team meetings, summaries, and setting tasks for the upcoming week. He had been at odds with Jiang He all day.

Only now did he have time to go to the study to take care of lab affairs and hold an online team meeting.

Jiang Fulai returned to the office not very pleased.

Bai Lian took Jiang He downstairs to eat.

Ming Dongheng had already set the meal and then sat on a sofa nearby, ready to take orders.

Bai Lian had eaten at Wanhe Building and was now pulling out her homework, sitting next to Jiang He and beginning to work on problems.

She casually placed her phone aside.

Jiang He nibbled on white rice and glanced over, just in time to see a message displayed on the screen—

[Do you really not need me to tutor you? I’m from the physics department.]

Jiang He paused, checking carefully to make sure he wasn’t misreading the characters, as the WeChat on the table didn’t show names.

He began to eat faster.

Chief Chen had heard that Bai Lian was here; after finishing his work late at night, he rushed over to report to Bai Lian on the progress of the case: “Miss Bai, the person you asked me to watch had some movements tonight.”

Bai Lian looked down and finished a problem.

She nodded in acknowledgment.

As expected.

The progress was swift, and Chief Chen also took the rare opportunity to relax. He sat down next to Ming Dongheng and suddenly remembered something. “Mr. Ming.”

Ming Dongheng looked up at him.

“I was listening to an internal meeting at the Chen Family today,” because Bai Lian was doing her homework, Chief Chen lowered his voice, “Chen Jingyu passed the preliminary application and is about to be officially assessed. Did you know? Also, her senior brother seems to have a recommendation quota too.”

Ming Dongheng’s eyes narrowed.

“I’ll ask for you,” Chief Chen pondered slightly.

He was aware of Ming Dongheng’s current situation, Jiang Fulai’s identity was sensitive, and his safety was highly valued by those above. Ming Dongheng was officially placed by Jiang Fulai’s side.

If Chen Jingyu entered Dongwu, for Jiang Fulai’s safety, they would also squeeze Chen Jingyu into Jiang Fulai’s side.

Chief Chen knew in his heart; this information must have been deliberately leaked to him.

He took his phone and went outside to make a call.

He was fairly familiar with Chen Jingyu, “Can you inquire about the current recommendation system at Dongwu?”

“Are you asking for Ming Dongheng?” Chen Jingyu hit the nail on the head.

Chief Chen was rising with the tide within the Chen Family.

He also had some understanding of the Yu Family, and Yu Hongyi now had a high call within the Chen Family.

Yu Hongyi was quite renowned within the Chen Family; some people admired her like Chen Jingyu did, while others were not so friendly towards her.

Chief Chen, however, saw through this quite clearly. Yu Hongyi knew her circumstances; a small shrimp like the Yu Family had to try their best to showcase their abilities to stand out, or they would never be noticed.

The Chen Family valued martial prowess, and resources were allocated accordingly.

But being lifted too high could make one float away.

“Yes,” Chief Chen didn’t hide which side he was on.

“I don’t remember you being so close with him.” Chen Jingyu frowned.

“The situation is different now, and moreover, Bai Xiao…” Chief Chen wasn’t familiar with Ming Dongheng before, but the situation had completely changed now.

Hearing that Chief Chen was about to bring up Bai Lian again, Chen Jingyu cut him off directly, “There’s nothing I can do about this matter. Of course, unless he’s willing to apologize to Master Yu.”

Apologize?

Chief Chen recalled the last incident.

Pu Xiaohan had spoken out first, but Pu Xiaohan had also apologized afterward. As for Bai Lian… Chief Chen really didn’t think Bai Lian said anything, and he didn’t understand why Master Yu reacted so strongly.

“Is there really no other possibility?” Chief Chen was not quite ready to give up.

“No,” Chen Jingyu was surprised by Chief Chen’s attitude.

“Alright then.”

Chief Chen was even considering returning to Jiangjing to see for himself; he imagined it must be quite lively there now.

“That’s the situation,” Chief Chen returned to the sofa, explained it to Ming Dongheng, and then patted his shoulder, “This year it seems hopeless for you, but we’ll try again next year… just that…”

The others would question why Ming Dongheng was able to follow the Jiang Family.

“You’ll have to bear with some hardship,” Chief Chen shook his head.

Not far away, Jiang He had finished eating.

Ming Dongheng, while listening, promptly began to clear away Jiang He’s bowl.

Bai Lian wrote at her own pace, finishing one side.

Then she looked up, her gaze turning to Ming Dongheng, “Xiaonming, how are you doing with the practice I assigned you last time?”

Ming Dongheng, holding the bowl, stood up straight, his voice respectful, “It’s decent.”

“Hmm,” Bai Lian nodded, she capped her pen and casually put the book back into her bag, “You know about the Calligraphy Association, right? The martial arts gym next door is now barely suitable for use. That place will be your training base from now on.”

The timing was just right, Jin Kai had just gotten the place sorted out.

Ming Dongheng, having escorted Bai Lian many times, naturally knew where the Calligraphy Association was.

He also knew there was a deserted martial arts gym there, but he didn’t understand the meaning behind Bai Lian’s words, “Miss Bai, that place…”

“You’ve been telling people I’m very strong, can’t let you lose face,” Bai Lian’s voice “whooshed” as she pulled up the zipper, stood up, and lazily tilted her head, “It’s time I showed you.”