The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415: 162 Affection, looking for (first update)_2

He headed straight out the door.

Xu En and Ji Mulan didn’t speak, Ji Mulan had no say in Xu Wenyao’s business, and Xu En always refrained from restraining Xu Wenyao, something that bothered the elder Mrs. Xu greatly.

The Qi Family was among those she deemed most suitable.

“Bai Lian is also taking the college entrance exam this year, isn’t she?” Elder Mrs. Xu brought up Bai Lian, looking toward Xu En, “I heard from the Qi Family that they can arrange for her to study at the affiliated middle school.”

The affiliated middle school wasn’t one you could simply attend if you wished; the Qi Family would expend a great deal of effort to get Bai Lian in.

Hearing Elder Mrs. Xu discussing this matter, Ji Mulan clasped her hands tightly, visibly excited, as she quickly turned to Xu En.

Xu En pondered for a moment, “I’ll ask Alian.”

Bai Lian didn’t have class today, so the reply came quickly. Seeing the response, Xu En wasn’t surprised, “Mom, you can tell the Qi Family not to bother.”

“She’s not coming?” Elder Mrs. Xu was very surprised.

But she wasn’t really concerned about whether Bai Lian would come or not and didn’t ask further, only watching Xu En, “There aren’t many days left until the college entrance exam, you two must take good care of Zhiyue.” _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}

Xu Zhiyue was the hope of the elder Mrs. Xu, boasting even better grades than Xu Wenyao had at the time.

“A top three rank is assured.” The Xu butler chimed in aptly from the side.

“May the ancestors bless us,” the elder Mrs. Xu put down her cane, clasping her hands together, “aiming for a national second place.”

Ji Mulan didn’t understand much about the affiliated middle school, but her smile widened when Xu Zhiyue was mentioned, “What if she gets the top rank?”

At the mention of this, Elder Mrs. Xu gave Ji Mulan a glance, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and remained silent.

“Taking first place in the national exams isn’t so easy. The Beicheng top ranker is only around 50th nationally. A second place rank would also be unprecedented for the Xu family; our highest was when young master Wenyao ranked twelfth,” the butler explained with a smile, “This year’s top rank will definitely belong to someone from the Liang Family; the betting pools have 82% staked on them.”

Was the Beicheng top ranker really so undervalued?

And the Liang Family?

Betting pools?

What are these? Ji Mulan lowered her gaze, yet another realm she hadn’t heard of.

**

Downstairs.

With cellphone in hand, Xu Wenyao sent out a location, then waited by the sidewalk.

He was dressed in a black wool overcoat, with a white sweater underneath, a gentle complexion, tall with long legs, and a black scarf around his neck. His eyes scanned through the crowd.

He had met Bai Lian’s friends before—Ning Xiao and Tang Ming both had the air of top students; this one would likely be the same.

Soon, his sight landed on a woman in black thigh-high boots, leather pants, a tight sweater, and draped in a long cotton coat with the zipper undone. Frosted fingertips held a cigarette, wavy hair, and fiery red lips—a kind of decadently beautiful.

Despite the overt and bright beauty, she gave off a fragile vibe as if she’d shatter with a mere touch.

Beside her stood a spirited young man with red hair.

Xu Wenyao hadn’t yet connected these two with Bai Lian’s friends.

It wasn’t until the woman stopped in front of him, looked him up and down, pulled out her phone to compare and then, with a hitch of her lips, said, “You’re the friend delivering something to Miss Bai?”

Xu Wenyao glanced at her, then nodded: “Yes, Xu Wenyao.”

He extended his hand, politely intending to shake hands.

Xun Chun glanced at the seal on his bag with Jiangjing University’s logo, then at his clean hands, and smiled without raising her hand.

By her side, Hong Mao eagerly grasped Xu Wenyao’s hand, “Mr. Xu, right, hello, hello, you can just give me the sister’s stuff.”

He took the items meant for Bai Lian.

Bai Lian’s two friends were truly odd, Xu Wenyao watched the pair walk away.

“Screech—”

A red sports car stopped in front of him, Qi Shuyun stepping out from the driver’s seat, removing her sunglasses, “Xu Wenyao, are you breaking up with me over that woman just now?!”

Xu Wenyao returned to his senses, looking at Qi Shuyun, “Shuyun,”