The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Gao Yan sent the message and patiently waited for a reply.

In Jiangjing, the guzheng is very popular, and Jian Zhongyou might not be as influential as the president of Jiangjing University, but he had won the respect of many people. Getting an audience with him in Jiangjing could be difficult.

Even members of the Chen Family who had never learned guzheng found it hard to meet him, and only the old Master Chen had taken Chen Beixuan to meet Dean Jian.

Dean Jian had three students, two of whom Gao Yan didn’t know.

But one of them – Gao Yan was very familiar with by reputation – Leng Shuhe, the talented woman of Jiangjing, once as famous as the prodigy Jiang Xijue throughout Xingjiang District.

However, in the past two years, Jiangjing hadn’t produced any other startlingly brilliant individuals.

Gao Yan thought a lot. She and Jiang Fulai’s mother had grown up together since childhood, and their affection for each other was deep.

Love me, love my dog. Just seeing Bai Lian’s silhouette made her feel her sisters would definitely like it.

She couldn’t intervene in Jiang Fulai’s affairs, but she had to make sure to arrange everything properly for Bai Lian.

As she thought, she sent another message to Xu Nanjing—

[Do you think she would agree if I asked to adopt her as my goddaughter?]

Gao Yan and her father both liked daughters very much, and although their branch of the family did not get along with Xu Family’s second uncle’s branch, Gao Yan really coveted the daughter of the second uncle’s family.

While pondering over this, Jian Zhongyou’s reply came back.

Gao Yan quickly looked down to read it—

Dean Jian: [It’s possible.]

**

After meeting with Zhang Shize, Bai Lian went to the library to do homework.

Jiang Fulai lazily followed behind her carrying a laptop.

The library, the queue for doing homework was increasingly large today; aside from Jian Zhe, there was also Yang Lin, who had a bandaged head. Jian Zhe carefully asked, “Classmate, are you sure you can do homework in this condition?”

Yang Lin simply swallowed a handful of medicine.

Without saying a word.

Pu Xiaohan sat down next to Yang Lin and swatted Jian Zhe away with a slap, “Mind your own business, what are you looking at?”

She bared her teeth.

Jian Zhe and Tang Ming quietly complained about how Pu Xiaohan had become so fierce.

Tang Ming just grunted a sound, very coldly.

Jian Zhe suddenly felt a bit confused, not understanding how this small group had become so unfamiliar after just a few days of absence.

It wasn’t until Jiang Fulai arrived that the familiar chill and breathlessness touched Jian Zhe, who was quite moved for a moment.

The library had a long row of seats, and they sat in the last row by the windows, with the three innermost seats reserved for Bai Lian and Jiang He.

Bai Lian sat in the middle, Jiang Fulai took the seat by the window, and the remaining seat was Jiang He’s.

Jiang Fulai extended his hand to place the laptop in front of him, flipped it open, his slender fingers casually tapping the document library as he started browsing through the submitted reports, his mood peaceful.

Occasionally, he would open WeChat to reply to a few questions.

Until, partway through, a message from Xu Nanjing came, saying he had brought Jiang He over.

Today, since Ming Dongheng was waiting for the guzheng maintenance, the task of delivering Jiang He was given to Xu Nanjing.

**

Opposite the library.

Xu Nanjing was wearing a white T-shirt with a casual baseball jacket over it, holding a cigarette in his hand, watching Jiang He squatting beside a lamppost with resignation.

By his side stood a man dressed in a satin shirt, holding a phone, his features deep.

“Bingwen,” Xu Nanjing took a drag of his cigarette and shook his head, “you should know I can’t get involved in this matter. You could go to Chen Yongkun or Sister Beixuan instead.”

While speaking, he was also messaging Jiang Fulai.

Jiang He was the only person among Xu Nanjing’s and Jiang Xijue’s circle whom he couldn’t handle.

Xiao Bingwen nodded, expressing understanding.

His gaze turned towards Jiang He under the streetlamp. “With him here, isn’t Jiang junior…”

The Xiao Family had cooperation with the Xu Family, everyone in the circle knew each other, and Xu Nanjing and Xiao Bingwen shared a good relationship. Both were part of the group, and Xiao Bingwen had come to seek him out after hearing he was in Xiangcheng.

Xu Nanjing glanced at Xiao Bingwen, smiled without saying a word.

Jiang Fulai’s whereabouts in Jiangjing were always a secret, but Xiao Bingwen was not a talkative person, and Xu Nanjing trusted that he understood discretion.

As the two talked, a lazy figure came walking over from the opposite side.

The person wore a white top, and a pale blue long skirt below, the collar, cuffs, and hem all embroidered with delicate peach blossom patterns. Judging by the time, the peach blossoms in Xiangcheng should begin blooming soon.

Seeing her, Xu Nanjing extinguished his cigarette and took a step forward, “Are you alone? Where’s Jiang ge?”

Xu Nanjing was very surprised.

With Jiang He having a fit, Bai Lian’s coming was pointless.

“Him?” Bai Lian’s cold, half-lidded black eyes glanced at Jiang He squatting under the streetlamp, her tone indifferent, “He’s queuing.”

“Queuing, huh.” Xu Nanjing pinched the cigarette, nodding his head.

The next second, he hesitated and looked towards Bai Lian, “Sister Bai Lian, what did you say he’s doing?”

“Standing in line for milk tea.” Bai Lian explained.

Xu Nanjing: “…?”

At the side, Xiao Bingwen stopped discussing serious matters when he saw the unfamiliar woman approaching.

He just stood aside, looking at Bai Lian with surprise a few times – such a look… was rare to see even in Jiangjing.

“…let’s just wait for him to come over; none of us can handle Jiang He,” Xu Nanjing looked at Bai Lian’s beautiful and lazy face, unable to associate Jiang Fulai with “lining up.” His brain instantly became somewhat chaotic.

As he was speaking, he saw Bai Lian walked over to Jiang He and grabbed his collar.

She picked up the child in one swoop.

The child frowned, looking at her expressionlessly.

“What’s wrong?” Bai Lian squatted down.

Jiang He was wearing a blue little vest, “Go to school, go back.”

With just two words, Bai Lian understood his meaning instantly, “Did your brother say he will send you back to school the second half of this year?”

Jiang He was about to raise his hand to block his ears.

Bai Lian reached out to push his hand away.

Jiang He put it back again.

Fine, Bai Lian smiled, “I’ll also go to Jiangjing in the second half of the year.”

Jiang He was startled for a moment.

Bai Lian slowly said, “I will become a university student, and you—”

She smiled.

Jiang He silently lowered his hand, “…”

“Come along by yourself.” Bai Lian patted her dress as she got up, and then politely bid farewell to Xu Nanjing, “I’ll take him to the library first.”

Xu Nanjing watched dumbfounded as Jiang He obediently followed behind Bai Lian.

He then took out his phone and sent a message in the group chat.

Xu Nanjing: [@Ming Dongheng now I understand your ‘what the hell’]

Ming Dongheng: [.]

Jiang Xijue: [?]

Xu Nanjing put away his phone; he watched Bai Lian leave, having had two ‘what the hells’ today.

Once the others left, Xiao Bingwen still gazed in the direction where Bai Lian had departed, “She is…”

Xiao Bingwen could tell, from just now, that the “Brother Jiang” Xu Nanjing had mentioned was Jiang Fulai, and that girl was just with Jiang Fulai.

“Yes, it’s exactly as you think,” Xu Nanjing came back to his senses, Jiang Family’s young master’s principles and bottom lines seem to have no use with Bai Lian. Thinking this, he smiled at Xiao Bingwen.

Xiao Bingwen retracted his gaze, “She… how come I have never heard of her in Jiangjing?”

In his memory, there was no one who matched the girl he had just seen.

Xu Nanjing relit his cigarette, “Normal, she’s not from Jiangjing, just a good student from this locale.”

“What?” Xiao Bingwen was especially surprised; no wonder he had never heard of her. Jiangjing’s top circles were only so big, especially among their generation, there were only a handful of impressive people.

Xiangcheng?

Xiao Bingwen then lost any interest in delving deeper.

“Don’t talk nonsense after you go back,” Xu Nanjing glanced at him with a smile, “I know your family is also acquainted with the Gao Family.”

Xiao Bingwen’s heart tensed up, “Nanjing, rest assured.”

Xu Nanjing chuckled, not reminding him further about the matter.

**

In the evening.

Bai Lian returned with Jiang Fulai; she was going to pick up her guzheng.

By the time the two adults and one child got back, the sun had not completely set.

In the antique-looking hall, Xu Nanjing had just gotten back not long ago, he finished a phone call with Gao Yan, and when he saw Bai Lian, he immediately stood up.

Jiang He was sluggishly trailing behind Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian.

Jiang Fulai was holding a stack of books, and Bai Lian was casually playing with Jiang Fulai’s laptop with her hands. It was not a large laptop, very thin, and she could spin it on the tip of her finger.

Xiao Bingwen, sitting hesitantly beside Xu Nanjing, was talking to Ming Dongheng.

“Master Xiao,” Ming Dongheng replied very formally, “I don’t know about Director Chen’s affairs, but even Mister Wang has not found any leads.”

Wang Youfeng had mines, but he was affiliated with the Dawson Family; it was not easy to find out that he had been providing resources for experiments and heavy industry over the long term.

Xiao Bingwen knew that both Director Chen and Ming Dongheng were hard to deal with. About to continue speaking, he saw people returning at the entrance, and he quickly stood up, his eyes focusing on Jiang Fulai, “Young Master Jiang.”

Jiang Fulai placed the stack of books on the coffee table, his eyes and brows exuded a chilly pride, and without raising his head, “Keep talking.”

It meant not to mind them.

Jiang Fulai went to get Bai Lian’s guzheng; Bai Lian leaned against the doorway, not entering, as she waited for the guzheng to go have dinner with Ji Heng.

Xiao Bingwen glanced at Bai Lian beside him but did not continue speaking.

It was Ming Dongheng beside him, though, who, upon seeing Bai Lian, got up to pour tea, and Xiao Bingwen was taken aback by his actions.

Xu Nanjing paid attention to the laptop spinning in Bai Lian’s hands and was terrified—if it fell, the whole laboratory would be heartbroken.

“Sister Bai Lian,” Xu Nanjing held back his gaze from looking and recalled Gao Yan’s words. He walked over to Bai Lian, somewhat hesitantly, “…have you ever entertained the thought, for instance, of having more family members?”

Or having another mother…

Bai Lian placed the laptop flat in her palm, finally resting it on the bar counter, while looking at a message on her phone, “What?”

On the phone.

Wang: [How long can my godmother last?]