The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 117: 046 really doesn’t need a guzheng teacher, Wang Youfeng! _2

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She was only thinking about the ancient zither.

After flipping through her notebook and sketching a miniature zither,

Bai Lian couldn’t help but flip to the drawing of that black cat and raised her eyebrows involuntarily—

She wondered if that teacher Yue would dare to tell Jiang He to his face that his drawing was too stiff and artisanal.

“Yang Lin hasn’t come back yet?” Ahead, Pu Xiaohan looked back, glanced at Yang Lin’s usual spot, and frowned slightly, “What does she always go off to do?”

“You don’t know either?” Bai Lian came back to her senses and pulled out a pen, looking towards Pu Xiaohan.

Pu Xiaohan shrugged her shoulders.

Having been classmates for over a year, Pu Xiaohan knew almost nothing about Yang Lin.

Yang Lin never spoke to others, even more introverted than Ning Xiao.

The only bit they knew was because of Bai Lian.

They roughly knew that Yang Lin’s family situation wasn’t good and she was always working part-time; other than that, they didn’t know much about her.

Bai Lian opened her pen cap and glanced at Yang Lin’s empty seat.

She considered asking Lu Lingxi about it tomorrow.

With the pen in her hand, she didn’t start on her homework immediately. Instead, recalling something, she lowered her eyes and drew a line on the blank paper, then pushed the wet ink around with her clean fingertips, quickly completing the drawing.

After looking at it, she opened her phone, took a picture, and sent it to Jiang Fulai.

As Jiang Fulai was reviewing results, he saw the message on WeChat, casually opened it, and saw a black and white cat—

Its entire body was low to the ground, lazily sprawled out and sleeping, with its tail curled up, revealing its fluffy fur spread out lazily.

Jiang Fulai was somewhat silent, typing the words “Your drawing is very good.”

Before he could send it, the next second, another message from Bai Lian came through.

It was good, the cat he had drawn before.

The contrast was stark.

Jiang Fulai looked at the words he had typed and deleted them one by one—

He opened the image of the lazy cat again.

Then he placed his phone on the desk, glancing at it from time to time.

“Such a beautiful ink painting!” He Wen, who passed the laboratory report to Jiang Fulai, immediately saw it on Jiang Fulai’s phone left open on the desk.

He was somewhat astonished.

Jiang Fulai’s cool fingertips accepted the report, giving him a glance, and spoke indifferently, “This was drawn with a black pen.”

“Really?” He Wen took a closer look and realized it wasn’t an ink painting after all.

He was even more amazed.

As a result, that afternoon, all the team members who came to see Jiang Fulai learned that the young master Jiang had received a beautiful ink-style painting drawn with a black pen.

It was very attractive.

With a casual stroke, Bai Lian impressed a group of engineering students in the laboratory.

After school in the evening, instead of going to the library, Bai Lian went straight to see Jiang He.

The latter had sent her more than a dozen commas that afternoon.

When Bai Lian arrived, Jiang He was holding a tablet, messaging someone—

[Hehe, tell the teacher who exactly added those few strokes to the painting?]

Jiang He: [,]

—[It can’t be Young Master Jiang, nor can it be Mr. Ming…]

Jiang He: [,]

The other party sent another flurry of guessing texts, and as Jiang He heard someone knocking at the door, he quickly ditched the tablet and scrambled up from the floor to open the door.

Bai Lian squatted at the doorway, leisurely pulling out a piece of paper from her pocket and handing it to Jiang He.

Jiang He unfolded it and saw it was a cat lying on the ground.

His eyes blinked in surprise.

“Study hard,” Bai Lian stood up.

Jiang Fulai hadn’t been managing the lab much these days and wouldn’t come back until midnight.

Bai Lian remembered the app Jiang Fulai had mentioned, opened the question bank for the month, and the chemistry question from last time popped up.

She glanced at it and casually took a screenshot and sent it over.

Jiang He had been playing with a Rubik’s cube by her side all along.

After finishing a set of papers, Bai Lian and Jiang He agreed that she would come to see him again tomorrow before she went downstairs.

Downstairs.

Chief Chen was talking to Ming Dongheng.

“Wang Youfeng did injure his leg which led to a relapse of an old illness,” Chief Chen had received information from inquiries made in the black market and then complained to Ming Dongheng, “Today he is not fixing the door. Instead, he’s repairing floor tiles.”

Once, Chief Chen could still believe it.

After all, Chen Beixuan had indeed helped an old lady.

But time and again, Chief Chen felt that Wang Youfeng was up to no good.

As the two talked, Bai Lian came downstairs, and Chief Chen stood up even faster than Ming Dongheng, “Miss Bai? Are you heading back? I happen to have things to do at Backter Street as well. Can I give you a ride back?”

Ming Dongheng, who had just stood up, stared at Chief Chen slowly.

His gaze was very cold.

Bai Lian knew that Chief Chen often went to Backter Street. She lightly lifted her eyes and nodded politely to Chief Chen, “Thank you.”

Chief Chen was overjoyed, not caring even about Ming Dongheng staring intently at him, “Miss Bai, my car is just outside!”

“Mr. Ming,” Chief Chen picked up the keys, “then I will take Miss Bai with me first.”

The two left.

Ming Dongheng stood outside the big iron gate, watching Chief Chen’s car drive away. Bai Lian would rather take the bus than let him pick her up. Ming Dongheng thought for half an hour, but he couldn’t figure out why

Why the hell?

Purest Street.

Bai Lian asked Chief Chen to stop the car at the entrance to Purest Street.

Once she got out of the car, she saw an old man leaning against the wall, squinting his eyes as if he was about to make a phone call.

Recognizing that this was the old man who had fallen on the roadside last time, Bai Lian adjusted her backpack, put away her phone, and supported him, “Where do you live?”

The sky was getting dark.

The old man squinted his eyes, his cloudy gaze resting on the girl in front of him. She had a pale face and delicate features, wearing the tidy and clean uniform of Yizhong School.

“Young girl,” she recognized Bai Lian and instantly smiled, “It’s you.”

“Do you live nearby?” Bai Lian supported her with ease and tilted her head slightly, “I’ll walk you home.”

“When you get old, you get a few aches in your legs,” the old lady hesitated, “will it trouble you? I was just about to call my grandson to pick me up.”

“It’s fine.”

Knowing that the old lady lived in a nearby alley, Bai Lian helped her to walk slowly forward.

Chief Chen slowly drove towards Backter Street, and seeing Bai Lian supporting an old person in the rearview mirror, he couldn’t help but sigh, “Miss Bai is truly a good student.”

But…

Chief Chen looked into the rearview mirror. Didn’t that old person look a bit familiar?

Before he could recall anything, in the rearview mirror, the two of them turned a corner and were no longer visible.

In less than ten minutes’ walk, Bai Lian found out that the old lady was Grandma Wang, whose family had lived on Purest Street for generations.

“Alian, look,” wearing a baggy camouflage outfit that made her look even more frail, Grandma Wang pointed at the small yard ahead and said with a smile, “That’s my home, come in for a cup of water.”

She patted Bai Lian’s back of the hand.

As the two approached the gate, someone in the yard heard the noise. He was in his thirties or forties, with a light beard on his face and bare-chested, revealing a blue-and-white tiger tattoo on his chest and shoulders.

One hand holding a shovel and biting a cigarette in his mouth, he swung open the half-shut door, “Godmother, I said I would go get it…”

Before he could finish, upon seeing the girl supporting Grandma Wang, his words halted midway.

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