The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707: Fighting for 280, Bai Lian’s Theme Song (Second Update)_1

When Dean Jian arrived at Shanhai Apartment, Bai Lian was upstairs talking to Xiaoqi.

Xiaoqi was telling her about Xingyi Martial Arts School and the medical hall.

The Solid Foundation Paste from Xingyi Martial Arts School had successfully broken out of the small business circle. Hen Zhiwei had also taught several sitting doctors about myopia acupuncture, which had been fully promoted in Xiangcheng.

Xuankang Pharmacy became a national chain enterprise and entered the Jiangjing Chamber of Commerce.

In just one year, despite the pressure from the Luo Family Pharmaceutical and the traditional Chinese medicine market, they broke through to the chained pharmaceutical market, and Xiaoqi’s contributions were indispensable.

The only acupuncture that hadn’t been popularized had a long treatment cycle, requiring more than two months.

Many people inherently distrust traditional Chinese medicine, which made it difficult to promote in Jiangjing and other places.

Xiaoqi was determined to spread this technique worldwide. He sat at the small tea table in Bai Lian’s study, leisurely pouring himself a cup of tea; the tea here was always exceptional. “Has Dr. Lance’s myopia been completely cured?”

Bai Lian flipped through a report and then handed it to Xiaoqi, “What do you have in mind?”

After finishing his tea, Xiaoqi said, “I want to invite Mr. Lance for a one-day tour at Xuankang Pharmacy.”

“He’s in 103; go discuss it with him,” Bai Lian knew that Xiaoqi and Mao Kun both knew Lance, as it was Mao Kun who introduced him in the beginning.

The two left the study.

Outside, Zhang Shize was sitting at the table, not doing problem sets today but engrossed in a thick law book—the seriousness of his demeanor replacing his usual casualness.

It wasn’t until he heard noise that he finally showed a bit of his usual irreverent air, and seeing Bai Lian about to leave, he looked somewhat anxious, “Sister Lian, where are you going?”

“To the theater,” Bai Lian said, picking up her cloak and heading out.

Zhang Shize watched her leave, and under Ming Dongheng’s expressionless gaze, he wondered how he was going to get through Jiang Fulai’s questions in the afternoon without Bai Lian there.

With Bai Lian around, Jiang Fulai could hold back his disdain for Zhang’s foolishness.

Once Bai Lian left, Jiang Fulai had only one look left—

Are you sure you want to go to the University of Political Science and Law and spread your nonsense?

**

The theater.

Xue Na, wearing a thick long down jacket, arrived ten minutes early and was waiting at the main entrance of the theatre.

The cars owned by the Jiang Family had special numbers, including the business vehicle Ming Dongheng usually drove, which stood out in the traffic with its distinct feel.

Xue Na had indeed heard that Jiang Fulai’s cars were specially modified, with each window being bulletproof.

As she thought about this, she went to greet them.

The rear door of the car opened automatically.

Bai Lian, holding her cloak, got out.

She had her hair half tucked up, and as she bent over, her black hair fell to her chest.

As she did not need to walk outdoors today, she hadn’t worn a cotton-padded coat. She was dressed in a white satin cross-collared shirt with light golden patterns embroidered, shimmering with reflected light, exuding an air of nobility, and a scarlet pleated skirt beneath it.

When touched by sunlight, it sparkled like cold light reflected on snow.

Quite a striking palette.

As she stepped out of the car, she casually threw the cloak over her shoulders, every gesture exuding the grace of nobility, and she greeted Xue Na, “Secretary Xue.”

Wearing a scarlet cloak that matched her pleated skirt, adorned with embroidered flowers and blue butterflies as if ready to take flight, fluttering gently in the wind.

Bright yet restrained and warm elegance.

A very distinctive temperament.

Due to the special nature of her job, Secretary Xue had seen many beautiful people.

But even having seen Bai Lian several times, she was still taken aback upon first sight, and it took her a moment to recover, “Miss Bai, it’s cold outside, let me take you in.”

She led the way, noticing that Bai Lian was holding a black disc case.

The exterior wall of the theater was covered in a layer of snow, with the columns at the entrance clearly defined.

Outside, there was also a giant poster announcing “Blossoms on the Tree” to be performed on Saturday evening at seven o’clock.

It was evident that the theater placed great importance on this play.

With the theater undergoing renovations this afternoon and not open to the public, Secretary Xue led Bai Lian through the backstage to the lobby, a curved and expansive space.

A grand staircase led directly to the second floor.

On the stage in front, the crew was setting up, and rehearsals were about to begin. Gao Shu was talking sporadically with a man in his thirties on the left side of the stage.

“This is a younger member of our family,” Gao Shu introduced to the man beside her as soon as Bai Lian arrived.

The man promptly greeted Bai Lian.

Gao Shu also quietly explained the man’s identity to Bai Lian, “This is Mr. Summer’s student, who came to Jiangjing especially for the composition of ‘Blossoms on the Tree’.”