The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Xu Shujie really didn’t understand, if it were for some other important affair to have a falling out with the Qi Family, that would be one thing.

But it was precisely because of the Ji Family’s affair; in her opinion, a hundred Ji Families could not compare to the Qi Family.

Ji Mulan merely stood to the side, unaware of any tickets’ significance.

But she was also aware that this was a field beyond her reach, and upon hearing Xu Shujie’s meaningful words, paused for a moment, somewhat understanding why recently the old Mrs. Xu had repeatedly expressed dissatisfaction with the wedding.

Xu En pulled out a cigarette, “This is not incurring a great loss over a small matter.”

“This isn’t considered…?” Xu Shujie frowned.

“Auntie,” Xu Wenyao interjected, stopping her. He looked at Xu Shujie, “I went to the lecture this afternoon.”

“What?”

Xu Wenyao drew a carefully preserved blue ticket, gave her a glance at it, “Academician Ma’s lecture, I attended it.”

Xu En was also startled by this ticket, “Where did you get this?”

The academic lecture in the science and research community was not one could just decide to attend.

“Alian gave it to me,” Xu Wenyao said softly.

Xu Shujie realized who this person was, extremely shocked, “Her?”

How did she get hold of the ticket??

When Xu En heard it was Bai Lian, he was stunned for a while, then nodded and calmed down, “No wonder.”

Bai LIan always knew many odd and unexpected people; if it were her, then Xu En wouldn’t find it strange, after all… that was the person even Director Chen would call Miss Bai.

Let alone getting hold of tickets, Xu En thought, now that Bai Lian knew that Academician Ma… he wouldn’t find it strange either.

Xu Shujie felt in the afternoon that Xu’s assistant had a very strange attitude towards the Ji Family, and now seeing Xu En’s reaction, she was even more astonished; what on earth are the people from the Ji Family?

After she went back, she had someone show her Ji Mulan’s information again, graduated from Beicheng University, from Xiangcheng.

She turned it over and over but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

**

Xu En’s wedding day.

It was the last day of courses at Boyuan Base, and Bai Lian and her two companions were earnestly listening to a lecture.

The day after tomorrow is the Lunar New Year, and Boyuan Base would be on holiday too.

The wedding ceremony was at 11:18, and Bai Lian and her group just needed to arrive before eleven.

During the lecture break, the professor sat above.

Tang Ming went to the restroom with Wang Xu, and the girl seated in the middle turned back to see the left side of Bai Lian was empty, then slowly approached.

Bai Lian, with her chin propped up, was lazily flipping through a review, and upon hearing some noise, she slightly raised her eyes.

She raised an eyebrow at Xu Zhiyue, both her eyes and brows tinged with indolence.

“Hello, I’m Xu Zhiyue, my brother is Xu Wenyao,” Xu Zhiyue introduced herself in a soft voice.

She held up her phone, wanting to add Bai Lian on WeChat.

Xu Zhiyue?

Bai Lian had known this name for a long time, but… only now did she learn that she was actually Xu Wenyao’s sister.

Bai Lian had a rather good impression of Xu Zhiyue, who was quiet and unassuming. The other time, she had even wanted to give Bai Lian the math modeling Liang Wuyu and others had done. Bai Lian took out her phone, scrolled to the QR code, and let Xu Zhiyue add her.

Xu Zhiyue left, excited.

Another person was added on her phone.

Bai Lian didn’t pay much attention until she put down her phone to continue reading the review.

Zhiyue: [Ahhhhh!]

Zhiyue: [Sister, you’re awesome!!]

Zhiyue: [You can actually do math modeling with Senior He Wen!!]

Zhiyue: [#@!%*…]

Bai Lian stared at the message for several seconds before slowly, and with some hesitation, tapping on the person’s avatar. The latest moment in their circle of friends was from the day before yesterday—

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Xu Wenyao commented: [6]

…?

Bai Lian went back, finally confirming that the person who typed such noisy text was indeed the seemingly quiet Xu Zhiyue.

Zhiyue: [Sis, aren’t you attending the wedding today?]

Bai Lian: [I’m attending.]

Zhiyue: [My car is here, let’s go together!]

Bai Lian: [I’ll go later.]

Zhiyue: [Okay then!]

“Lian sis, what’s wrong with you?” Tang Ming, who was talking to Wang Xu about something, came back and saw Bai Lian looking at her phone, her usually calm expression seemed a bit off, so he couldn’t help asking.

Song Min couldn’t help but look over upon hearing Tang Ming’s question.

“Nothing,” Bai Lian put down her phone and continued to read her review paper.

Tang Ming sat down next to Bai Lian, and Wang Xu took a seat next to Tang Ming. He talked to Tang Ming, “The Math-Physics God hasn’t made any moves for a while now; that stuff’s killing a bunch of people.”

“Don’t worry, she must be busy,” Tang Ming spoke up.

“Right, she’s probably like Senior He Wen, spending every day in the lab,” Wang Xu sighed.

Tang Ming: “…”

It’s also possible she was off brushing up on biology and chemistry, then practicing piano when free.

“By the way, what’s your username on the app,” Wang Xu took out his phone, opened the app, “let’s all follow each other.”

Everyone mostly used their real names.

Wang Xu searched for and followed Tang Ming and Ning Xiao. Then, after thinking for a bit, he searched for “Bai Lian,” but found nothing.

Not there?

Wang Xu found it odd.

**

In the Boyuan Base publicity office.

Jiang Fulai lounged on the sofa, wearing loose-knit clothing and looking completely at ease. In his hand was a black pen, and his lightly draped leg supported several documents.

Jiang He was sitting on the side, fiddling with a new Rubik’s cube.

Director Chen sat across from Jiang Fulai, extremely uneasy.

With Bai Lian not around, he couldn’t ignore the pressure emanating from Jiang Fulai.

Who in Xingjiang District would believe it, that Young Master Jiang was waiting here for someone after class?

Ten minutes later, Director Chen could no longer sit still. He got up with some trepidation, “Jiang, Young Master Jiang…”

Jiang Fulai stretched out a hand and tossed the document he had finished reading onto the coffee table, “Speak.”

“I was thinking of helping Uncle Ji with something,” Director Chen stood there, without thinking he dragged Ji Heng into it, “they’re getting married today, surely they must be swamped. If I go, I can help out with the preparations.”

He had dropped off Jiang He in the morning to find Jiang Fulai and then came together to find Bai Lian.

He thought Bai Lian would be there as soon as he arrived. Director Chen had no idea that scam prevention had gotten so serious—Bai Lian was still in class, and they had to wait for about an hour.

Jiang He, out of all consideration, who dares to face Jiang Fulai alone for an hour.

“Go ahead,” Jiang Fulai lifted his head momentarily.

Director Chen hurriedly left the room.

After departing the publicity office, Director Chen took a breath of relief, finally feeling refreshed as he sat in his car and fastened his seatbelt.

Before driving off, he made a phone call, “Shen Min, have you set off yet?”