The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 628

Chapter 628: Are you trying to compete with Jiang University for talent? A meeting gift of 2

She took Bai Lian inside to change clothes, and outside, only Jiang Fulai was left with Dean Jian.

The two of them had little to say.

Even though Young Master Jiang restrained himself, his presence was still strong, so Dean Jian chatted with Old Hu at his side.

The costume change didn’t take long, but Pu Xiaohan wanted to give Bai Lian a simple makeup look, so twenty minutes passed before they came out.

At the sound of movement, Jiang Fulai, who was leaning against a Dracaena plant, finally looked up. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

Bai Lian walked ahead, parting the floral curtain and stepping out. Her hair was long, and a single hairpin couldn’t hold it all up, so she had taken strands from both sides and pinned them behind her head.

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As she parted the curtain, her hair cascaded down in front of her chest.

The crimson Warring States Robe meandered on the ground.

Pu Xiaohan spent half a month determining this location; the lighting was truly a killer feature, without overly harsh rays or deliberate additional lighting – natural and simple.

Jiang Fulai stood silently at the entrance, watching.

Even Dean Jian and Old Hu by his side momentarily forgot what they were discussing as they looked at Bai Lian.

She seemed like a noblewoman from a thousand years ago, casually stepping out from the house, as light pierced through gaps in the bamboo grove, filtering through dust all the way down.

The light speckled her face, her complexion pale and clear, long lashes slightly lowered, her eyes and eyebrows more beautiful than any painting, with the sound of insects and the whisper of the wind by her ears, occasionally punctuated by the laughter of passersby outside the bamboo grove.

Everything was harmonious and quiet.

Dressed in a tracksuit, Pu Xiaohan followed closely behind Bai Lian, pulling everyone back from the painting into reality.

“Sister Lian,” Pu Xiaohan, who had already stayed inside once, still stared at Bai Lian’s face, “you should sit in front of this stone table, be careful, your dress is a bit long…”

Pu Xiaohan watched Bai Lian descend the steps, reminding her.

The Warring States Robe was very long, trailing the ground; modern people wearing it could easily step on the hem.

She had just been speaking when she saw Bai Lian step down the stairs, walking as if on flat ground, her skirt without a wrinkle. Pu Xiaohan had always heard netizens complain that none of this year’s period dramas, except for “Great Yong,” featured truly graceful deportment.

Now, seeing Bai Lian, she finally understood what deportment meant.

She swallowed the words on her lips and used the camera to capture Bai Lian playing the guzheng.

Bai Lian sat at the stone table, idly strumming the strings of the instrument, appearing quite natural. She was the only one in Pu Xiaohan’s lens who didn’t need deliberate directing.