The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663: The King of 263 Warriors, It Seems Like an Old Friend Returns! (Second Update)_1

Ye Jingxian did not immediately react.

Dean Huang, accustomed to such occurrences, gently reminded the girl in front of him, “Isn’t it almost time?”

Right, it was almost time!

Facing that cold gaze, Ye Jingxian steeled herself and took the white paper bag from Jiang Fulai’s hand, not forgetting her manners as she bowed to Dean Huang, “Dean Huang, goodbye.”

She took the paper bag and went backstage.

It was only then that Dean Huang turned around, looking at Jiang Fulai, “Mr. Jiang, shall we go to the front?”

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Jiang Fulai’s gaze lingered on the curtain at the back for a long while before lazily following Dean Huang toward the auditorium.

At this point, the student council members outside the auditorium had already closed the doors, no longer letting spectators in. The Financial College had over-promoted the event, and with Bai Lian naturally attracting a large following at Jiang University, the auditorium was packed early on.

After Dean Huang entered, the doors were shut completely, yet outside, there were still many people holding up their cell phones to record.

The main lights had been turned off, leaving only the ambient lights on the stage. Only two seats in the middle of the first row were vacant.

Dean Feng had been sitting in his place early on, and when he looked up and saw Dean Huang come in through the door with a tall man following him, he quickly got up to greet them.

“Dean Huang,” he greeted Dean Huang in a low voice, his eyes then shifting to Jiang Fulai, “Mr. Jiang.”

Jiang Xijue, a financial prodigy from Jiang University’s Financial College and the Executive President of Zhongxing.

But everyone knew who was behind Jiang Xijue.

It was this student whom Dean Feng relied on to sit in the position of Chairman of the Federation of Industry and Commerce.

“Dean Feng,” Jiang Fulai nodded to him lazily, sitting down in the empty seat beside Dean Feng, leaning elegantly against the chair back, his fine features slightly composed, exuding a sense of aloof indifference.

He didn’t speak to anyone.

Dean Huang sat on the other side of Jiang Fulai.

Dean Feng only sat down slowly after the two of them had taken their seats; it was clear that he didn’t fully sit back, showing his restraint.

The noise of conversation in the front two rows quieted down around him, and the volume of talking decreased significantly.

The students in the row behind, who had witnessed this scene, all took notice: given Dean Feng’s current status in the Financial College, getting up to greet the guests and the presence of two deans seated next to him, just who was this person?

With the front row lights off, one could only see the back of the person in the middle, which seemed particularly somber under the lighting.

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