The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: 056 Traditional Calligraphers Association! Have a couple of drinks with Xiaochen_3

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Today, Ming Dongheng seemed to be heading to the fighting arena to watch some new godly match. Jiang Fulai had given him the day off.

During the day, Jiang Fulai dealt with the affairs of the Jiang Family and had to make a trip to the research institute in the evening, while Jiang He was dead set on finding Bai Lian.

Ji Heng had also gotten to know Jiang He, and he had no objections to heading back with Bai Lian at this moment.

Purest Street intersection.

Bai Lian and Jiang He got out of the car.

Jiang He turned and was about to walk down the alley when Bai Lian grabbed him by the nape of his neck and pulled him back, raising an eyebrow, “Why didn’t you say goodbye to your brother?”

Jiang He: “… Goodbye.”

Jiang Fulai’s gaze lightly swept over Jiang He before he said to Bai Lian, “If he has any trouble, call me.”

After all, Jiang He was not a normal child.

It wasn’t until Jiang Fulai left that Bai Lian led Jiang He into the alley.

The long and winding alley was filled with many workers installing street lamps today.

Bai Lian was somewhat surprised.

However, she didn’t pay much attention to it. When they arrived at Ji Heng’s courtyard, she found the door half-open, and Ji Heng’s somewhat hearty laughter could be heard inside.

“Xiaochen, you must have dinner here tonight, I’ll cook!”

As soon as Bai Lian opened the courtyard door.

She saw Ji Heng sitting at the stone table with a pipe in hand, squinting his eyes, taking a deep drag on the tobacco, “You know, although this tobacco has no brand, it’s even stronger than what I used to smoke.”

A thin wisp of smoke exhaled from his mouth.

On the stone table lay a small bag of tobacco casually stuffed into a plastic bag.

Xiaochen immediately noticed Bai Lian returning, his face lighting up, “Miss Bai is back.”

Ji Heng paused, his smoking slowed down a bit.

Bai Lian knew Ji Heng had a strong addiction, but she just didn’t want him to smoke so uncontrollably. She greeted Xiaochen, “I’m going to tidy up Jiang Xiaoniao’s room.”

Ji Heng pointed with his pipe to a room next to Bai Lian, “That was Shaojun’s old room. I tidied it up in the afternoon, you check if there’s anything missing.”

As the two talked, Xiaochen did not dare to chime in.

It wasn’t until Ji Heng asked him, “Do you have any dietary restrictions for the meal?”

Xiaochen hardly dared to trouble Ji Heng to cook for him; he was thinking of bringing that cake maker over.

He was pondering the possibility.

Then Ji Heng’s old-style cellphone rang.

Under the watchful eyes of most of the students, Qiu Xuezheng came to the auditorium of Xiangcheng No. 1 High School to give a speech.

The principal personally greeted him.

Even two reporters showed up.

“Mr. Qiu, please have a seat,” the principal escorted Qiu Xuezheng to the reception room and personally made him a cup of tea, “Thank you for caring so much about our senior students.”

He was a big positive example for the whole of Xiangcheng.

“There’s no need for formalities, Principal. I grew up in Xiangcheng,” said Qiu Xuezheng, one of the few who had made it out of Xiangcheng and achieved a bit of success. Although he returned infrequently, it didn’t mean he wasn’t concerned about his hometown, “I’m happy to do something for the place where I grew up.”

The principal naturally knew this as well.

In Xiangcheng, especially among the older generation, feelings for the hometown ran deep.

The principal was tidying up a pile of stuff on the conference table, “This year, the school has a few top students, I wonder if they have a chance to soar to great heights.”

As he was speaking, a piece of paper drifted gently to the floor.

“That’s what Mr. Ren told me,” said Qiu Xuezheng as he took his tea cup, blowing on it lightly.

He was about to sip when he noticed the paper on the floor, his eyes casually glancing at it, and he stopped in his tracks.

“Snap”

He slammed down the tea cup, reached out to pick up the paper, “Who wrote this?”