The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 789

Chapter 789: 309 Jiang Ge: I’ve taken the person away_3

Chapter 789: 309 Jiang Ge: I’ve taken the person away_3

She hadn’t walked many steps downstairs when she saw Shi Ruolan approaching from the direction of the dormitory.

Bai Lian stopped at the intersection, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Not far away, Shi Ruolan, holding a coffee, frowned, wanting to avoid the blue-eyed boy in front of her.

The boy continued to make provocative gestures at Shi Ruolan. Bai Lian hadn’t been clear about what those gestures meant yesterday, but after looking it up last night, she understood.

Shi Ruolan only wanted to shake off those two boys. Seeing Bai Lian approaching, she quickened her pace and then gave Bai Lian a meaningful look.

With a coffee in one hand and the other clutching at Bai Lian’s sleeve, the gesture still implied she wanted to keep the peace.

Today, however, Bai Lian did not comply with the implied request to leave; instead, she looked over at the two foreigners. The wind swept back her wispy bangs, revealing the bottomless depths of her apricot eyes.

In her right hand, she still held a black cellphone, with a WeChat conversation displayed on the screen.

Her fair and smooth fingertips tapped idly on the side of the phone.

She smiled at the two foreigners, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Instead, it carried a thin chill and a blatant provocation.

“dada…” The man on the left stretched out two fingers, a laughing sound emerging from his mouth as he spoke.

But as soon as his hand reached in front of Bai Lian, she gently pinched his two fingers.

“Snap—” a sound.

The cracking of a joint could be heard.

The man looked down at his hand, his face pale, staring at his own fingers.

His companion, seeming to realize the terror of Bai Lian’s martial prowess, involuntarily took a step back and looked up at her.

Under the streetlamp, Bai Lian maintained her lazy smile. She put her hand back into the pocket of her pleated skirt and took a napkin from Shi Ruolan’s coffee bag, wiping her fingertips that had touched the man at a leisurely pace. Her tone was light and breezy, “Sorry, I might have been too strong.”

She still spoke in Chinese.

The two foreign men took several steps back, their eyes wide with shock and fear as they retreated while pulling out their phones to make a call.

It was unclear if they were calling the police or their own teacher.

“Junior… junior sister,” Shi Ruolan finally reacted, grabbing Bai Lian’s wrist. Her gaze searched for nearby surveillance cameras, “He’s a local, and he will definitely call the police. The school might deport us at that point…”

“Senior sister,” Bai Lian ignored the screams of the two men, simply pushing the coffee into Shi Ruolan’s hand with a pair of pitch-black eyes looking at her, “Don’t worry, go back and review properly. I’ve organized today’s notes. They’re on the table; you and Zhiyue can go through them before sending them to Ding Wenyang and the others.”

Perhaps it was her naturally reassuring tone, but it was only after Shi Ruolan returned to the dorm that she realized.

Sitting at Bai Lian’s desk, she recognized the neat handwriting in the notebook, feeling a sense of familiarity; but then she immediately remembered the evening’s incident and took out her phone to call Director Meng.

**

Jiang Fulai’s lounge.

When Bai Lian arrived, Jiang Fulai was sitting by the window with a computer in front of him. His brow was cold as he stared at the screen, obviously in a meeting.

“Include him?” He scoffed, not saying much afterwards, but his mocking expression was evident.

At this time, there weren’t many people inside the coffee shop.

Bai Lian sat by his side, messaging Zhang Shize.

Zhang Shize wasn’t familiar with foreign laws. He had just finished a call with Chi Yundai and now sent a message—

[The few sentences of your recording are enough to bankrupt them.]

A shadow fell across the table, and Jiang Fulai looked up, aware of Bai Lian’s arrival. The hardness on his face softened a bit as he spoke briefly to the person on the other end of the meeting before shutting his laptop.

“How was the lecture today?” he asked, raising his hand slightly.

Ming Dongheng, who was waiting nearby, came over with a food container, opening it to reveal the meal inside.

The cafeteria here served Western food, which neither he nor Bai Lian liked much.