The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Xiao Bingwen rose to his feet and joined in the applause, vaguely spotting two camera lenses on the opposite side. Someone dared to bring in cameras here?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking again.

And he happened to see someone who definitely should not be here.

Yan Lu?

Why was she here?

Xiao Bingwen struggled to accept this, and she even brought a camera? Was this some sort of entertainment venue?

Xu Nanjing noticed Xiao Bingwen’s odd reaction and followed his gaze, “What’s wrong?”

“I think I saw Yan Lu,” Xiao Bingwen couldn’t associate someone from the entertainment industry with this place, he pondered thoughtfully, “No way, it’s one thing for her to come here, but why would she bring a cameraman…”

Were the people at the fight club this easy-going?

At the very back of the crowd.

Yan Lu and Mei Yi hadn’t left yet, Xiaowu was taking them to the backstage for filming.

Backstage.

Mao Kun sat on a stool, took off his mask, and when he saw Xiaowu, Yan Lu, and the others, he waved his hand at them and grinned, “Hey.”

The director had gone from initial shock to now being numb to it all.

He frantically directed the two cameramen, “Shoot, shoot, shoot, capture the expressions of Mei Yi and Yan Lu, and all these in the background too, get them on film…”

He had already anticipated the reaction after tonight’s episode aired…

The director was not afraid of dying at the moment, but rather counting in his mind how many trending searches they would hit when the episode was aired.

A life completely different, bloody and truly bizarre, unmatched in the entertainment industry, who else could do this?

Having finished shooting the fight club, Xiaowu then took them to the auction house, “This is our biggest auction house, but you’ve missed the auction…”

Even though there was no auction today, many people were setting up the venue for an auction in a couple of days.

When the director came out, he turned to see the glowing name behind him—

White Tiger Auction House.

White Tiger?

The director paused.

He wasn’t familiar with the fight club, but White Tiger Auction House seemed somewhat familiar.

But the director couldn’t remember at that moment.

He followed Xiaowu out towards the exit on Backter Street, which led to Qinglong Bar.

Xiaowu, holding his phone, was fixing his red hair when he stopped and looked at Yan Lu, “Bai Lian just arrived at the bar, do you guys want to go take a look?”

The director and the cameramen were eager to try it out.

There was a Qinglong Bar in Jiangjing too, but the one in Jiangjing wasn’t open to just anyone; the director had heard from big shots in the circle that anyone you met at Qinglong Bar was a power player.

Mei Yi nodded in agreement as well.

**

The bar’s lights were dim, and smoke swirled around.

With people coming and going, the director’s keen eye spotted quite a few in the corner fiddling with guns.

He felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

Mei Yi and Yan Lu immediately spotted Bai Lian sitting at the bar.

When Mei Yi and the director had arrived on Backter Street, they had realized that Bai Lian was no ordinary person; seeing her sitting here now wasn’t surprising.

“Miss Bai,” Yan Lu approached with the others.

A row of people took their seats.

Bai Lian greeted them courteously, still dressed in the evening’s gown, leaning back on the barstool with one hand lazily supporting her chin, the other knocking on the bar.

“How was your time?” she asked Mei Yi and Yan Lu.

Mei Yi saw the bartender hand Bai Lian a desk lamp and hesitated for a moment before answering, “The fight was thrilling, and the auction house was luxurious.”Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

“Today’s cooking is moved to tomorrow,” thinking of seeing Zhang Shize the next morning, Yan Lu postponed cooking until noon, “I’ll be cooking with Teacher Mei, do you and Xiaohan want to come over? I’ll ask the cameramen to try not to film you all.”

“That’s fine, but I’m busy at noon,” Bai Lian casually picked up a pen and pulled out a homework sheet, starting to write.

The light shone on her profile, showing her seriousness.

Dressed in light casual wear, Mei Yi looked very refined, and after thinking for a bit, “Then let’s do evening.”

“Okay,” Bai Lian didn’t think too much and slowly wrote another line down without lifting her head.

Elusive Xiaoqi appeared after Yan Lu and the others had finished talking with Bai Lian to discuss the Chinese medicine appointment for tomorrow.

The director and Mei Yi didn’t interfere; they went out to book a booth and ordered drinks.

It was their first time seeing someone doing homework in a bar, complete with a desk lamp, so out of sync with the chaotic atmosphere of the bar.

Approaching 8 p.m., Mei Yi and his party finally left Purest Street.

Reeking of smoke and alcohol.

“Director,” the film crew had finished for the day, Mei Yi’s agent finally turned to Mei Yi and the director, unable to contain his curiosity, “What’s really inside there?”