The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 118: 047 Director Jian doesn’t care about his master’s post (second update)_1

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Bai Lian looked at the other person, her eyes pausing momentarily upon the sight of the person’s bare arms.

She couldn’t help but look up to the sky.

“Little Wang, put your clothes on,” Grandma Wang misinterpreted her glance and scolded him before comforting Bai Lian warmly, “Don’t be afraid. Little Wang’s tattoos might look fierce, but he is actually very honest. You don’t need to be scared.”

Wang Youfeng looked at Bai Lian and silently reached for his jacket hanging to the side, putting it on.

Bai Lian also recognized him, this was the person she had once saved in the alley.

Without changing expression, she helped Grandma Wang to the main room.

Once inside, she saw three ancestral tablets placed there.

In front of the central tablet was a dry sunflower.

She looked at the three neatly arranged tablets for a moment before shifting her gaze away.

“Classmate,” Wang Youfeng, having properly put on his shirt, poured a glass of water for Bai Lian and Grandma Wang, then offered with a smile, “Have a drink of water.”

After finishing her water, Bai Lian prepared to go home.

By that time, it had already become dark outside.

Leaning on a walking stick, Grandma Wang stepped out and looked at Wang Youfeng, who was filling soil in the courtyard, “Little Wang, it’s not safe when it’s dark. Escort Bai Lian home.”

Wang Youfeng looked at Grandma Wang, hesitated as if he wanted to say something.

He turned to look at Bai Lian, who was holding her schoolbag, her pale fingers tapping on her phone to study words, a wooden hairpin slanted in her hair, her school uniform spotless, and she lazily glanced at him.

Raising her eyebrows.

With an expression that said, “Try looking at me one more time.”

Wang Youfeng immediately averted his gaze: “…”

In such a manner, did he think she needed his escort?

He quietly set down the shovel and escorted Bai Lian to the door.

Both of them tacitly said nothing in front of Grandma Wang. Once outside, Wang Youfeng finally spoke in a muffled voice, “Do you live here too? I’ve never heard about it before.”

“Just moved in.” Bai Lian spoke slowly, chopping off another word.

No wonder.

Wang Youfeng nodded, he had thought as much that someone so tough had shown up on Purest Street.

“I don’t come to my godmother’s place very often. Let’s exchange contact info. If my godmother needs anything in the future, just contact me directly,” he said, pulling out his mobile phone, all earnest.

Bai Lian gave him a glance.

This time she didn’t refuse.

Wang Youfeng walked Bai Lian to the Ji Family’s main gates, made sure of the location, and then slowly made his way back.

At the mouth of the alley, a black car was waiting for him.

The man standing by the car looked down, full of guilt, “We couldn’t find him.”

Wang Youfeng’s stern eyes slightly lowered, the night completely enveloping his face. He looked at the black-clad thugs and spoke slowly, “You can’t even handle a doctor… You have really… disappointed me.”

Meanwhile.

Chen Gang, exhausted, left the detention center.

Chen Zhu, who had been waiting outside, immediately went up to him, asking, “How did it go?”

Chen Gang, pressing his brow, got into the car, “To the Ren Family.”

The Ren Family.

Ren Qian had been waiting for Chen Gang to come.

“I’ve got a hunch,” Chen Gang, having figured out a bit of the situation, sat down on the couch, “The deeper reason is that they’re deceiving their superiors and subordinates alike. The Li Family just happened to catch the bullet, a warning to others.”

A new official needs to assert authority with three strokes.

Although Chen Elder didn’t need these three strokes, he wouldn’t allow others to step on his head.

Reorganizing Xiangcheng was just a matter of time.

Ren Qian, holding his teacup, equally at his wit’s end, “I’ve asked Chen Elder and he can’t be reached, not even on behalf of Master Xuanxuan.”

The Li Family was no longer important now.

Ren Qian tapped his fingers on the table, “I’ve asked the principal, after Bai Lian’s performance, Chen Elder indeed went to find Bai Lian.”

“What?” Chen Gang was startled, “It seems she really plays the guzheng well.”

Chen Zhu, also surprised, looked towards Ren Qian. He didn’t understand guzheng but could appreciate emotion. He had been waiting for Ren Wanxuan that day and did not know that Chen Elder eventually went to Bai Lian.

Ren Wanxuan had been silent all this time. It wasn’t until Chen Gang and the others turned the discussion to Bai Lian that she said indifferently, “My mother helped her find Master Yue, and even with a high price, Master Yue refused to take her.”

“Master Yue?” Both Ren Qian and Chen Gang had heard of Master Yue and were surprised to hear this.

Both knew Master Yue. Ren Qian, pondering, said, “Master Yue is talented and has declared that he wants to take on a disciple with real talent.”

It wasn’t surprising that he didn’t take Bai Lian.

Ren Wanxuan’s gaze dropped, feeling her smile was somewhat improper, and said lightly, “She doesn’t really know the guzheng, she didn’t even sort out the different schools of playing. She just played ‘White Robe’ on a whim because she heard Chen Elder was there, trying to be opportunistic. Otherwise, Master Yue wouldn’t have scolded her for seeking attention and infuriating him to death.”