The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177: Young Master Jiang Shows His Power: Since When Did Xiangcheng Take the Ren Surname? (Part 2)_1

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When Qiu Xuezheng left, Minister Xu had a vague sense of unease in his heart.

Just as the director finished speaking, darkness seemed to fall before his eyes.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

“The applicant?” Minister Xu turned to the secretary-general and Ren Wanxuan a few steps away, “Miss Ren, didn’t you say that Bai Lian was just a relative of your family? How did she become the applicant?”

Minister Xu’s face was darker than the bottom of a pot.

He had finally gotten this opportunity, only to offend the most important person here because of a single remark from Ren Wanxuan.

Ren Qian, who had been observing with a cold eye, moved the corners of his lips slightly, finding it fantastical, “She is… the applicant?”

In his eyes, Bai Lian was someone completely unrelated to the Calligraphy Association, so how did she suddenly become the applicant?

Why hadn’t the Ji Family let slip a word?

“Mr. Ren,” said the director, his face cooling, probably understanding the situation, “Let’s postpone today’s commencement ceremony until Miss Bai arrives.”

He didn’t exchange further words with the Ren Family.

He left promptly, following in Qiu Xuezheng’s footsteps.

“Miss Ren! You really have caused me a disaster this time!” Minister Xu gave Ren Wanxuan a look.

The stir-causing commencement ceremony was thus put on hold. Ren Qian held his forehead, glanced at Ren Wanxuan, who was looking down, sighed, and said to the secretary-general, “Look into this.”

Before lunchtime, Bai Lian finally answered Qiu Xuezheng’s call.

They agreed to meet at the coffee shop on the first floor of the library.

Qiu Xuezheng hadn’t been to such a place in many years, and upon entering the coffee shop, he saw Bai Lian sitting by the window.

Next to her sat a stranger, whose face he couldn’t see, but whose silhouette was somehow disturbingly alarming.

“Bai classmate,” Qiu Xuezheng sat across from Bai Lian, not daring to look at the person next to her, and apologized, “I just found out about today’s incident, and it’s related to me as well.”

He and the director had already investigated the matter thoroughly.

Jiang Fulai sat next to Bai Lian, a quantum mechanics book in hand, and upon hearing this, his long, narrow phoenix eyes lifted slightly.

“Rustle—”

His pale, slender fingers turned a page.

Even without saying another word, the nearly seventy-year-old Qiu Xuezheng felt an inexplicable pressure, “Old Mr. Ren also said he wants to personally apologize to you.”