The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 490

Chapter 490: Director Jian’s phone call, Alian’s grandmother (second update)_2

A bunch of people were trying to get information from him in a roundabout way.

That included Old Master Chen.

Dean Jian had never realized how much in demand he was until he asked Yan Lu and found out that Bai Lian was the source.

In the classroom, when the others heard Dean Jian’s voice, they looked at each other, puzzled. Dean Jian was usually very stern, and even when dealing with his three apprentices, he was quite harsh. His teaching videos were said to be the work of a crazed demon.

Besides the rumor that he had taken the initiative to greet a senior high school student, this was the first time they had heard him speak in such a gentle tone.

The man exchanged glances with the woman beside him, hiding their astonishment.

Bai Lian raised her eyebrows. She put her bag aside and said languidly, “No, get over it.”

“…” Dean Jian was somewhat speechless, but this was Bai Lian, “Okay, I’ll get over it. So, where’s your new composition? I’ve been waiting for over a month.”

“It’s coming soon.” Bai Lian fobbed him off with the same two words.

“Can’t you show some respect for your talent?” Dean Jian was exasperated. Bai Lian had this natural talent and she wasn’t using it; he felt sorry for her.

Bai Lian realized the questioning was a pretext, pressuring her to turn in her composition was the real motive.

She brushed him off with a couple of casual remarks and hung up the phone.

Dean Jian looked down at his phone: “…”

Forget it, he looked at the five or six people in the classroom, his expression returning to its usual seriousness: “That’s all for today’s lesson.”

He took his phone and left.

In the classroom, the woman wearing a camel-colored knit stood up. She picked up her scarf, “Senior brother, who do you think… our teacher was just talking to on the phone?”

“With that attitude,” the man picked up his guzheng, his eyes deep, “The new composition… must be that composer he’s working with, I suppose.”

Leng Shuhe took a deep breath, “I think so too.”

**

On Bai Lian’s end, she had just hung up the phone.

The light was red, so Xu Nanjing glanced in the rearview mirror and casually asked, “Who was that?”

The tone didn’t sound like it was Jiang Fulai or a classmate.

“An old friend.” That’s how Bai Lian described Dean Jian.

“You seem to have a really good relationship with your old friend.” Xu Nanjing tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. He was just bored waiting for the light and tossed out a couple of questions. The light turned green, and he drove off.

Soon, they arrived at Purest Street.

Bai Lian thanked him and got out of the car.

Looking through the car window, Xu Nanjing saw a bleached blonde guy crouching at the corner of the street.

As soon as the blonde guy saw Bai Lian, he stood up quickly, handed her something, and because Bai Lian turned slightly to the side, blocking part of the view, Xu Nanjing couldn’t see clearly.

He just took out his phone to report to Jiang Fulai—

[There’s some freak talking to Alian!]

He described the blonde guy quite roughly.

Then he found Bai Lian’s WeChat, opened her contact information, and recommended her to Gao Yan.

Gao Yan saw the message and raised her eyebrows: [Who is this?]

No wonder Gao Yan asked; Bai Lian’s ancient city tower profile picture really made her look like an elderly person.

Xu Nanjing replied at his leisure: [It’s Bai Lian.]

Gao Yan couldn’t be bothered to reply to Xu Nanjing and tapped directly on Bai Lian’s contact card to add her as a friend, including a message—

[Hello, I’m Xu Nanjing’s mother.]

**

Friday was Tomb Sweeping Day.

A three-day holiday was coming up.

On Thursday night, Ren Wanxuan received a call from Ji Shaorong, “Dad.”