The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 470

Chapter 470: Fortune 185 Show Crew, Epic Meetup (Second Update)_3

It wasn’t that there was something wrong, it’s just that Hen Zhiwei thought it was a joke to have a girl teach them acupuncture, so he didn’t show up.

Bai Lian nodded and didn’t ask any more questions, as she was chatting with Hen Zhiwei.

The conversation drifted towards acupuncture, and since modern acupuncture differed from that of ancient times, Bai Lian was careful not to teach indiscriminately.

Jiang Fulai hadn’t been there long when Jiang Xijue’s call came through; he ended the call with a solemn expression and said goodbye to Bai Lian before heading out. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

He returned to his own place.

Jiang He was staying at Ji Heng’s, but at the moment, only Xiao Bingwen and Xu Nanjing were there, and Xu Nanjing had come back late last night and had just woken up.

Seeing Jiang Fulai return, Xu Nanjing stood up and looked outside, “How come it’s only you? Where’s little sister Bai Lian?”

“At the herbal medicine shop in the east of the city,” Jiang Fulai replied casually as he put down his coat.

“Herbal medicine shop?” Xu Nanjing was somewhat surprised. Was Bai Lian going to buy medicine?

He hadn’t associated Bai Lian with herbal medicine, but he didn’t ask any further.

**

By noon.

Bai Lian thought that Hen Zhiwei’s understanding of modern acupuncture was about right, so she got up and grabbed her backpack.

Initially skeptical of Bai Lian, Hen Zhiwei became quite enthusiastic after talking to her all morning, “Miss Bai, aren’t you going to have lunch here?”

It was already lunch time.

Bai Lian looked down at her phone, which showed a location sent by He Wen, and shook her head, “No, I’m not.”

The tourist area on the eastern side of Xiangcheng had a lot of good food.

The restaurant He Wen had chosen was on Peace Street, and Bai Lian arrived at a small tavern after a short walk.

“Sorry,” the staff member hesitated when he saw Bai Lian and then spoke, “We’re fully booked today, how about coming back tomorrow?”

“I have a friend inside,” Bai Lian reported the table number He Wen had sent her, “Table 28.”

Inside the quaint little tavern.

Table 28 was close to the first-floor window, with the wooden window supported by a thick beam, offering a view of the slow-flowing river outside and the arch bridge ahead.

He Wen rarely dined out; he found this popular restaurant in Xiangcheng online. Dressed in a blue hoodie and dark jeans, his fair complexion stood out as he was looking down at his phone.

He returned to WeChat to check the message he had sent Bai Lian.

Bai Lian hadn’t replied yet.

He reopened the document and leisurely browsed through the files.

Until he heard the waiter’s voice overhead, “Miss, table 28 is here.”

Senior?

A jolt of excitement hit He Wen, and he immediately stood up, looking over as the waiter stepped aside to reveal the person behind him.

It was a very young girl.

The girl, dressed in a long green dress, casually glanced his way with her dark almond-shaped eyes, which reflected He Wen’s stunned expression and her lazy brows.