The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384: 148 Ma Institute Fellow’s favorable view, hit her strong suit now_3

Ever since Qiu Xuezheng joined the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, Qiu Boqing and Ren Wanxuan had almost no contact with him.

It was only at the end of the year that Qiu Boqing returned, marking the first time both of them visited the Calligraphy Association.

Qiu’s father knocked on the half-open door.

It wasn’t until a voice came from inside that the three of them entered.

Upon entering, Ren Wanxuan and Qiu Boqing caught sight of Jian Zhe reading in the courtyard, quickly losing interest and turning their gazes away.

They then observed the Calligraphy Association. The Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association wasn’t as large as the Beicheng Writers’ Association, but the facilities were quite new, though not as luxurious as those in Beicheng.

The two quietly scoped out the place before bowing their heads to greet Qiu Xuezheng. After all, their calligraphy had been enlightened by him.

Qiu Xuezheng was holding a tea cup, lazily lounging in a sun chair, basking in the sun, “Mmm, want some tea? Help yourselves.”

He gestured towards a teapot placed on a table beside him.

“No, thanks.” Ren Wanxuan glanced at the teapot and teacups and refused. She wouldn’t even drink the tea Ji Heng poured, much less be impressed with the tea here.

Qiu Boqing didn’t drink any either.

Qiu’s father chatted with Qiu Xuezheng, mainly about the development of the surrounding area.

Ren Wanxuan and Qiu Boqing stood to one side, listening.

It was not until there was a soft knock at the door a second time.

The two instinctively looked towards the door where a girl, dressed in a black and gold horse-face skirt, entered. The sunlight sifted through the gaps in the leaves leisurely, casting soft speckled light on her soft black hair. As she moved, the play of light and shadows flickered carelessly over her black dress and face.

It was Bai Lian, and Ren Wanxuan’s face stiffened.

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Bai Lian did not look at Ren Wanxuan and the others.

Qiu Xuezheng’s home was in Xiangcheng, so he wasn’t in a hurry to return, whereas Jian Zhe’s family was in Beicheng. Despite that, he hadn’t left either.

He sat in the courtyard at the small table Jiang He often used, immersed in reading.

With her hands lazily tucked into the large pockets of her horse-face skirt, Bai Lian curiously inquired, “Aren’t you going home for the New Year?”

“Oh no—,” mumbled Jian Zhe, seriously engrossed in his study.

The sudden appearance of a voice startled him, causing him to lean back involuntarily, tilting his chair backward until Bai Lian grabbed the back of the seat to stop it from wobbling.

It was midday.