The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341: 131 Lanjie’s Exclusive Spot (Second Update)_2

Song Min also wasn’t clear.

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After trying on the gowns, Bai Shaoqi and another person returned to the Yin Family home. Bai Qiming was chatting with President Yin, and the two had discussed a partnership; it wasn’t so easy for the Bai Family to establish a presence in Jiangjing.

“Have you two returned?” Ever since Bai Shaoqi had entered Jiangjing Music Academy, President Yin had become much warmer towards her, “Did you visit Amin and Student Shaoke?”

“Brother is still in the lab, he can’t come out,” Bai Shaoqi said as she sat on the sofa, neither humble nor arrogant.

President Yin felt a little regretful, “Once he has vacation, I’ll definitely have him come over.”

Lady Song found an opportunity to speak with Bai Qiming, “I saw Bai Lian today at the Boyuan Base.”

“Her?” Bai Qiming frowned.

Upon mention of Bai Lian, naturally, one would think of her disobedient actions. If it hadn’t been for the later opportunity to meet with Dean Jian, Bai Shaoqi would surely have been delayed.

“I heard that the Xu Family seems to value her quite a bit,” Lady Song mused.

In the outer circles of Jiangjing, the networks were only so big. Lady Song, curious to know more, had heard that Xu En had set aside his own work to receive the Ji Family.

Bai Qiming was very resistant to news about Bai Lian, “The Xu Family has accepted her? They’re letting her into the ancestral hall?”

“That’s not yet the case,” Lady Song shook her head.

Bai Qiming was not surprised in the slightest, “I expected as much.”

They stopped mentioning Bai Lian there; if it weren’t for the Xu Family’s involvement, they wouldn’t bring her up at all.

Upstairs.

Bai Shaoqi had her own room and even a guzheng to go with it.

She took out her phone to send a message to Song Min—

[When will you have some free time?]

Song Min: [I’ll have sorted out the data in a couple of days.]

Bai Shaoqi: [Good, I’ll look for you then.]

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Because of the matter with Tang Ming providing the answers.

The group of eight had grown even more respectful towards Tang Ming and Ning Xiao. The core position that was once held by Ning Xiao, Pei Qin, and Song Min standing in a three-way balance had gradually shifted to center around Ning Xiao alone.

Three days later, everyone had almost finished collecting their data.

Song Min was becoming increasingly aware that it wasn’t just the people from the affiliated high school; in just three days, the gap between him and Ning Xiao had widened.

Thinking this way, he became more certain of a possibility he had previously guessed—

Ning Xiao was the one who scored 150 in mathematics.

Most of the work was finished; the others weren’t as busy as they had been at the start. The academic presentation was approaching, and the others began to

Wang Xu cautioned Bai Lian, “Go to the study later and integrate their materials to write the report, don’t forget.”

Bai Lian nodded her head.

She had tried writing a report before with He Wen, but she didn’t have a computer right now.

She turned a corner to the publicity office.

The publicity office.

The room wasn’t large, featuring an office desk, with four small sofas to the left of the desk and a coffee table in between.

The door was half open.

Regardless of the air conditioning coming in, the middle-aged man sitting on the farthest sofa seemed on edge, with a sheen of cold sweat on his forehead.

Across from him, Jiang Fulai had a black laptop on the armrest to his left, his pale fingers resting on it, his back casually leaning against the sofa, his gaze indifferently sweeping over the man before him, “Have you or the Chen Family gone mad?”

The middle-aged man stammered, “We… I…”

He couldn’t dare to speak, just stretching his hand to wipe off the cold sweat, barely perching on the edge of the sofa.

The old master had given him this suicidal task.

“You—”

The door was lazily knocked twice.

The middle-aged man’s heart jumped.

He wondered who had a death wish, daring to come in at such a time.

Then he saw the half-open door pushed open, the middle-aged man didn’t dare to raise his head fully, but in his peripheral vision, he saw a white figure enter.

Although the door opened wider, bringing in a colder draft than before, the man felt that the chill emanating from the person across from him had lessened significantly.

“This early?” he even heard Jiang Fulai’s lazy voice.