The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

A casual glance was all he intended.

But after seeing the contents, Chi Yundai choked on his cake, then immediately grabbed a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, “Are you reading a literature review?”

It had been so long since his graduation, and now students were studying to this extent?

Not to mention the postgraduate exams, they hadn’t even started university and were already reading literature reviews?

Bai Lian flipped over a page, “Mm.”

The zip file from Dean Ma, as well as several pages of professional books, she had done fewer physics problems in these two months, mostly sneaking time for literature reviews, without even buying a single professional book.

Just like with English, it was about accumulating professional vocabulary.

Chi Yundai let out an “ah,” and suddenly spoke up, “When are you going to tutor him next? Take me with you.”

Other people’s students were reading literature reviews in their senior year.

His unruly disciple was still memorizing first-year words in his senior year.

“Just went the day before yesterday,” Bai Lian looked up, “We’re both going to take a break for a few days.”

She would be leaving Xiangcheng for a short while after the final exams, and Jiang Fulai was having someone from the lab take over for a few weeks for Zhang Shize’s work.

Chi Yundai took out his phone to carefully ask Jiang Fulai a few questions, then bit fiercely into his cake as if it were Zhang Shize.

Bai Lian: “…”

She silently apologized to Zhang Shize in her heart.

The last test in the afternoon was English.

Bai Lian had a good vocabulary, and she faced almost no obstacles in reading and listening; the only obstacles were the multiple-choice and cloze tests in English.

For example, she did English exercises—

—When will you come back to eat?

—We _ come back

A Now B Immediately C In a while D Right away

Most of her previous scores were lost on such types of questions, and as expected, at a glance, she saw several of this kind.

She hadn’t really studied grammar and tenses, and learning vocabulary and listening to the original texts were already great challenges for her.

After completing all the questions,

she relied on her first instinct for the uncertain ones and didn’t change the others.

With half an hour left before school ended and she finished shading her answer sheet, Bai Lian turned in her test early and left the examination room.

Those in the same room were accustomed to this scene; after glancing up, they numbly returned their gaze to the reading comprehension that was almost impossible to understand.

**

Outside the school gates.

Jiang Fulai parked his car at the intersection; he had turned off the engine and was speaking with someone on the Bluetooth earpiece.

When he looked up, he saw a girl coming out of the main entrance, her light blue dress gentle and elegant, a breeze gently brushing her cheeks, as though the raging sea had returned to calm.

“Wait for me, I’ll call auntie.” Bai Lian approached and methodically tapped on the passenger window, then tossed the rolled-up document through the car window, and went back to Zhang Ma’s flower shop to pick up the bouquet of iris flowers trimmed the day before.

Zhang Ma had already wrapped the bouquet; she was going to the set with Bai Lian today and had even brought soup for Yan Lu.

When she returned, Jiang Fulai’s car was still in the same spot.

The person on the other end of the Bluetooth, hearing someone daring to ask “Young Master Jiang to wait,” didn’t dare speak another word from beginning to end.

The filming for “Great Yong” in Xiangcheng was almost finished, and they would return to Jiangjing to shoot the other half of the scenes at the end of the year.

When Bai Lian arrived, Yan Lu’s assistant was waiting for them at the door.

The assistant was a young girl.

It wasn’t her first time seeing Bai Lian and Zhang Ma, but seeing Jiang Fulai following behind Bai Lian, she seemed somewhat constrained.

Jiang Fulai put on a mask and a baseball cap, his hands in his pockets as he casually followed behind Bai Lian.

He had a strong presence, but fortunately, the cap and mask helped him blend in. Once on set, he stood in a corner waiting for Bai Lian and Yan Lu to interact, not looking at or speaking to anyone, less noticeable that way.

Bai Lian didn’t wear a mask; her face was so striking that as soon as she entered, a crowd of people looked at her.

Some were eager to add her contact information.

But once they knew that Bai Lian was just visiting the set and not a celebrity, they withdrew their gazes.

Being good-looking was useless without the backing of a powerful company, let alone being a newcomer, not worth the need to network.

Yan Lu had just finished filming a scene.

“You’ve lost weight again.” Zhang Ma squatted on the ground, opened the insulated pot, and poured a bowl of soup for Yan Lu.

Yan Lu massaged her shoulders, her face showing obvious signs of fatigue. She had many scenes in Xiangcheng, all involving horse riding and fighting, and without any use of stunt doubles, every day was filled with intense performances.