The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

However, he had not found the right opportunity. As their departure was drawing near, it was only Xu Wenyao who had taken them to visit a museum once, and today they had specifically asked Assistant Xu to pick them up.

Assistant Xu said earnestly, “Please don’t say that.”

“Uncle, the day after tomorrow I’ll find someone to drink a few more glasses with you,” Director Chen lifted a big fish out of the fishing basket and placed it beside Ji Heng, “You can make a fish head hotpot when you get back.”

Their catch this afternoon hadn’t been plentiful. Most of Director Chen’s catch were small fish, which he had released.

The two big fish were distributed, one for Ji Heng and one to take back to the Chen Family.

During the New Year period, Director Chen dared not drink too much. He thought to himself that he must find someone to accompany Ji Heng and drink a few extra glasses.

After sending Ji Heng off in the car, Director Chen stood on the spot, waving towards the direction of the car, standing tall and straight.

Assistant Xu, glancing in the rear-view mirror, felt very stiff, being seen off by Director Chen for the first time.

This sense of oppression was stronger than Xu En pouring him tea.

Of course, he had no desire for Xu En to pour him tea.

Only when Director Chen was no longer visible in the rear-view mirror did Assistant Xu let out a sigh of relief.

At the entrance of Jiayu Lake, having seen off Ji Heng, Director Chen pulled out his phone and browsed through his contacts, searching for someone. Ming Dongheng could drink, but he was not around. Chen Jingyu could also hold his alcohol, but he was not up to it, and Chen Beixuan could drink as well, but who dared to invite her…

He scrolled through a list of people. Some could drink but had no connection, so it would be awkward to ask them.

Director Chen opened Ji Shaojun’s WeChat—

[Where is Xu En from?]

Truth be told, Director Chen had not really heard about the Xu Family in Jiangjing. In the rush to return to Jiangjing, he hadn’t bothered with the affairs of the Xu Family; after all, he couldn’t even find the time to meet Miss Bai.

Ji Shaojun replied quickly: [Mingfeng District]

Mingfeng District?

That was a bit remote. Director Chen truly didn’t know many people from Mingfeng District. After much thought, an idea finally struck him—

This is good, he can drink!

Director Chen scrolled to a name. He had some dealings with this person. Before his assignment to Xiangcheng, this person had worked under him for two years. Thinking this, he sent a message.

Inviting him to a wedding banquet the day after tomorrow.

Conveniently, this person was also from Mingfeng District.

**

Qingxin Building.

The Winter 08 private room was very traditional. On the right side was a low table with tea sets. A barely scentable incense was lit, sending up ethereal curls of smoke. On the left stood an eight-panel screen. “Would you like to listen to some music first?”

The waiter served the snacks and tea and then handed the menu of musical pieces to Bai Lian.

Bai Lian took it, glanced briefly, and tapped a slender finger on one of the pieces.

The waiter looked down.

Ambush from Ten Sides?

There was nothing wrong with this piece; others had requested it too. It was just that the waiter was somewhat surprised—for such a beautiful and gentle young lady to choose such an intense piece.

Still, the well-trained waiter left to make arrangements.

Bai Lian took off her cloak and lazily sat cross-legged at the low table. She lowered her head, used a teaspoon to put tea leaves into the teapot, while the water nearby was already boiling. Her articulate fingers rested on the handle, pouring the boiling water into the pot. The tea leaves rose and fell three times before slowly settling to the bottom.

The woman carrying the pipa entered the Winter 08 room and even paused at the entrance.

She looked at the girl inside brewing tea and felt as if she had stepped into the boudoir of nobility from another era.

Bai Lian slightly turned her head and smiled at the woman, gesturing with one hand in an inviting “please” motion.

The clear sound of the pipa began to play from behind the screen.

After brewing the tea, Bai Lian poured a cup for herself and one for Principal Jian who hadn’t arrived yet, then took out her phone to snap a photo.

Bai Student: [[Image]]

Teacher Jiang: [?]

Bai Lian sent the photo and then ignored him.

All the way, Principal Jian wondered what to say when he met Bai Lian. He knew she was a high school student. They hadn’t talked much online, and there was a decades-wide generation gap between them.

It wasn’t until the waiter opened the door that he saw, through a thin veil of smoke, the girl sitting cross-legged at the low table.

“Principal Jian,” Bai Lian stood up to greet him.

The zither music was very Zen-like for Principal Jian, and although the technique in Bai Lian’s previous video wasn’t extraordinary, Principal Jian was someone who had studied “The White Robed Journey” to the core. He could hear the sorrowful resonance in it.

Making friends through the zither, this sense of musical resonance was something others could not comprehend.

“Did you brew this tea?” Principal Jian sat opposite Bai Lian, looking at the color of the brew with surprise.

Bai Lian listened to the pipa indifferently, “Yep.”

It was their first meeting, yet they felt like old friends.