The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 378

Chapter 378: 146 Chen Beixuan, Bai Qiming’s phone number_2

At last, the crowds had dispersed.

The woman finally hit the accelerator and drove past, her speed reduced slightly when she saw a few standouts among the people waiting at the bus stop—two young men who were heads and shoulders above the rest.

The car behind carefully honked its horn.

Only then did the SUV continue forward, eventually stopping at the Chen Family private museum.

Today was the museum’s last day open to the public.

Many people with reservations were queuing for entry. The woman pulled the key out, stepped down from the vehicle in her leather boots, put on her sunglasses, and walked straight inside through a side door.

She arrived reeking of blood, causing people in the queue to keep silent.

After she entered, the people started whispering among themselves, “What’s going on? There are people who don’t have to queue up?”

“Yeah, everyone should be equal…”

Someone even pulled out their phone.

The ticket checker lazily looked up, “Who needs to queue up to get into their own house?”

“…” The person sheepishly put away their phone.

The graveyard in the back courtyard.

Chen Beixuan removed her sunglasses; her face was exceptionally striking, her figure tall and elegant, and despite her appearance, it was hard to discern her age. She put the sunglasses back in her pocket and respectfully lit three sticks of incense—

“Great ancestors, you first blessed me by helping me buy a cake, then with a passing grade in math, and later, you helped me get into military school…” She began to murmur a litany of things, then reverently planted the three sticks of incense, “I promise, I promise this is really, really the last time I’ll ask you. It’s been eleven years, could you please help me find that damned scumbag? I want to chop him up by myself.”

One minute later, “Not saying anything means you agree, right? Okay, okay, thank you, great ancestors, thank you!”

**

Meanwhile.

In the classroom at Boyuan Base, Bai Lian sneezed.

Jiang Fulai sat beside her, scrolling through his computer with one hand while offering her coat with the other, “Don’t try to be cool.”

Bai Lian was still in that plain white dress, unblemished, and barely looked up, “I’m fine; I’m not you, do you need me to prescribe you something?”

Jiang Fulai, hearing her words, took back the coat, “I haven’t looked at the report submitted by He Wen and the others yet.”

But Bai Lian reached out and grasped his left wrist, taking his pulse.

Jiang Fulai’s pulse felt strange. Bai Lian leaned on the table, pressing on his pulse with the tip of her finger, her brows slightly creased.

Jiang Fulai, however, looked down at her pale finger tips, thinking slowly to himself that she really wasn’t cold, after all.

“No hope?” Jiang Fulai asked, seeing her frown persist.

Bai Lian: “…”

Why could she talk about herself like this?

She let go, pulled a piece of paper from the side, and started pondering.

Jiang Fulai silently retracted his hand and opened a document, “It’s been like this since I was eight, I wilt easily when it gets cold.”

He described himself like a wilting vegetable.

Multitasking, he replied to a message: [Plagiarism check]

——[Okay teacher, won’t it cause a security breach if I use their website for the plagiarism check?]

Jiang Fulai: [With the garbage you’ve written, there’s no need to worry]

After replying, he sent over his suggestions for revisions.

Then came a message from the headmaster of Ma Institute.