The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

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Chapter 3

His eyes were dark and bright, with a buzz-cut, dressed in a white shirt, with a small blue knitted vest over it and black leather shoes, clean and tidy.

Exquisite and beautiful.

Everywhere was a sense of dissonance with the rundown town.

“Why are you following me?”

The child lowered his head, repeatedly unbuttoning and then fastening the cuff button, focusing on it as he said, “This morning, my brother gave me half a banana, half a banana, half…”

There were no seats at this bus stop, quite simple, not many cars on the road, just a few here and there.

Bai Lian leaned lazily against the bus sign, dozing off: “I don’t understand.”

“Oh, I’m waiting for my parents to pick me up and take me to their world,” he said, still staring at a red ribbon on Bai Lian’s left hand, “My brother can know where I’m at, he just can’t be bothered with me.”

“Ah,” Bai Lian tilted his head, suddenly opened his eyes to stare at him for a bit, then reached out to flick his forehead, “Then your brother is pretty cool.”

“Oh.” The child’s gaze shifted to a black car slowly approaching from across the street. 𝐟r𝗲𝚎𝚠e𝐛no𝘃𝗲𝐥.c𝗼m

Silently rebelling against her last statement.

**

Across the street, a black business Maybach.

The buzz-cut driver rests one hand on the steering wheel, on high alert even in these harmless streets.

He breathed a sigh of relief only when he saw the child across the street, pressing his Bluetooth earpiece, “All pull back, turn off the infrared, don’t aim at the ordinary crowd.”

There was only a young man in the back seat, with a notebook in front of him that bore no logo, his white shirt buttoned up to the top button, with light-colored eyes and a pale complexion.

He casually swiped the laptop screen, opening files.

The email documents showed complex numerical formulas.

He glanced over them, his thick eyelashes drooping slightly, typing comments with one hand—

[Stop sending me junk]

Jiang Fulai casually pressed a few keys, and a voice pop-up window appeared in the lower left corner of the computer, featuring a man in a lab coat, who complained, “I say, what did you do to those R Country researchers?”

“Speak.” Jiang Fulai was a man of few words.

“Damn,” the man laughed uncontrollably, as if recalling something amusing, “Today they collectively filed a complaint against you to the Mensa Alliance. You know I can’t reach the Alliance threshold; I heard from a teacher—could this affect you?”

The Mensa Alliance, a global alliance of top intellects.

The entry requirements were extremely harsh, with only a hundred members worldwide.

Many countries didn’t even have a single individual who could meet the threshold.

In our country, only three people passed the assessment.

Jiang Fulai tapped idly on the tabletop with the tips of his fingers, giving a sharp comment: “Then I wish them success.”

The man on the other side gave a short laugh, “OK, I got it.”

Jiang Fulai turned off the computer screen, his gaze lazily moving to the window, his light-colored phoenix eyes veiling an inherent indifference.

The one-way glass provided a clear view outside.

The girl wore a white sweater, a bag casually slung over her right shoulder.

Her left hand rested on the child’s forehead.

Her action revealed a glimpse of the wrist and the red ribbon tied around it, a vivid red about an inch wide, loosely wrapped twice around her pale wrist, fluttering gently with the wind.

She sensed something and carelessly glanced this way.

A fleeting glimpse.

Jiang Fulai’s fingertips paused on the black flip of the laptop.

The bus abruptly entered the disrupted scene.

The child looked at the bus’s wavering exhaust fumes, really wanted to follow Bai Lian onto the bus, but didn’t dare.

So he stood still.

The car opposite was in no rush, content to sit there unhurried.

He unbuttoned and rebuttoned his jacket, dawdling for about ten minutes before finally lifting his foot to walk towards the opposite car. The rear door opened automatically, and he climbed in, hands and feet working together.

“Young Master Jiang He,” the crew-cut driver glanced back and greeted.

The little boy took a while before he let out an “Oh,” his reply slow, “Uncle Ming.”

**

Meanwhile, at the Bai Family’s residence in Beicheng.

Family Conference Room.

The meeting was drawing to its conclusion.

Bai Shaoqi entered with her test papers in hand.

An elder’s eyes brightened immediately. He spoke up, “Shaoqi is back from school, come in quickly, we’ve just finished the meeting.”

The others all stood up to greet Bai Shaoqi in turn.

“You’re in your senior year now, aren’t you?” the elder then said to Bai Qiming, “Qiming, our Bai Family Clan fully supports you—whatever Shaoqi needs, just mention it.”

The Bai Family lineage already spanned two hundred years, but it was only with the appearance of a scholar in the first generation that their ancestral records began. This scholar was also their founding ancestor.

Since then, no one of note had emerged from the Bai lineage.

Until Bai Shaoke appeared!

“Thank you, Grand Elder. Yes, she’s in her senior year,” Bai Qiming smiled, then shook his head, “However, the competition in her cohort is too fierce.”

Just from what he’d heard, there were already ten individuals contending for the valedictorian title, including Song Min.

“Why haven’t I seen Alian?” The Grand Elder looked towards the open doorway, puzzled at not seeing Bai Lian.

Talk about jinxing the moment.

Bai Qiming’s mood plummeted, the smile fading from his lips.

The conference room fell silent as the others dared not speak.

“Let’s leave first, Grand Elder,” Bai Qiming, now riding high because of Bai Shaoke, was not someone the others in the clan wanted to irk. With the meeting over, they hastened to pull the Grand Elder out.

Once outside the conference room, someone explained to the Grand Elder, “Bai Lian was caught cheating on an exam at Beicheng High School and might be expelled.”

Beicheng High School was one of the top ten schools nationwide, not easy to get into. The Bai Family had put in great effort to have Bai Lian admitted, only for it to lead to such a scandal.

“I originally thought that a genius like Ji Mulan wouldn’t have descendants who lagged behind,” the Grand Elder’s face showed both annoyance and scorn upon hearing the news. He sighed, “It seems that small households truly cannot stand on the same stage as us.”

Inside the conference room.

“You did very well,” Bai Qiming took Bai Shaoqi’s test paper, unsurprised to see a perfect score. After signing it, he handed it back to Bai Shaoqi, “Don’t take your sister’s behavior to heart.”

“I know,” Bai Shaoqi nodded indifferently.

She never considered Bai Lian as a rival, so there was no question of harboring any grudges.

Bai Qiming then comforted his daughter, “Even though competition is fierce in your grade, if you can pass the interview with Principal Jian, and receive her teaching and recommendation, you might still make it into Jiangjing.”

“I will do my best.”

Her expression was proud and ambitious. Bai Shaoqi had always believed she would not end up like Bai Lian, stuck in place and looking up at others.

Bai Qiming naturally believed in her as well. He’d raised his children well from a young age, and they had never caused him any worry.

He sent Bai Shaoqi back to her studies.

After everyone had left, the butler came in to refill Bai Qiming’s teacup.

Picking up the cup for a sip, Bai Qiming suddenly thought of Bai Lian, his expression turning cold, “Where is she? Hasn’t she admitted her wrongs yet?”

The butler knew that “she” referred to Bai Lian.

He dared not speak.

Setting down the teacup, Bai Qiming picked up the phone on the desk and said coldly into the receiver, “Tell Bai Lian to come to the conference room to see me.”