The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 179: Young Master Jiang Shows His Power: Since When Did Xiangcheng Take the Ren Surname? (Part 2)_3

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Bai Lian didn’t sit down but just leaned against the back of the sofa and looked up, “Is there something?”

She used to be quite polite to the Secretary-General.

But during the last two encounters, her attitude was very perfunctory, without a hint of manners.

“First, I apologize to you on the young lady’s behalf,” the Secretary-General fully played the part, wanting to reconcile with Bai Lian. His demeanor was gentle, and after a slight pause, he still sat down on the yellowing sofa cushion, “I also apologize to you. We’re all family after all. She now realizes her mistake and has been grounded by the sir. Can we consider the matter settled, Miss Bai?”

Minister Xu also hurriedly spoke up, “Miss Bai, I’m sorry.”

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He stood up and bowed deeply to Bai Lian.

Absolute sincerity.

Bai Lian languidly leaned on the sofa, with one leg propped up, holding a mobile phone in her hand, her sky-blue skirt hem half-pressed on the couch.

Upon hearing this, she tilted her head, smiling but not really smiling, like a white tiger startled by an intrusion: “Settled?”

With her response, Minister Xu’s heart sank.

He thought that with Shen Qing like this, it would be easy to fool this family, but it turned out Bai Lian wasn’t so easily fooled.

“Miss Bai, Teacher Qiu is already considering terminating the apprenticeship with the young lady,” the Secretary-General squinted at Bai Lian, neither humble nor arrogant, “The young lady has also been punished by being made to kneel by the sir, and her promotional video was replaced by you. She has already received plenty of punishment, while on the other hand, you haven’t lost anything, have you? It’s better to spare others when you can, so that future meetings will be more pleasant.”

As the Secretary-General spoke, Minister Xu sat on the side.

He did not interrupt.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

Jiang He had been piecing together a puzzle all this time without lifting his head, but Shen Qing couldn’t help but grip Bai Lian’s arm and looked up at her.

Bai Lian’s eyes did not change, she just gently patted Shen Qing’s arm, and then spoke slowly, “It’s better to spare others when you can? Why should I have such a thing?”

“You and the young lady are relatives,” the Secretary-General held back his anger, knowing that Ren Qian wanted to court Bai Lian, “You…”

“Stop,” Bai Lian laughed, extremely indifferent, lazily raising her hand, “I’m not relatives with your young lady.”

The Secretary-General could no longer keep up his act and his face turned cold in an instant.

He had intended to have a good talk with Bai Lian and to help each other in the future.

He had not expected that she wouldn’t give any face, and was just as stubborn as before, really thinking that with the Orchid Pavilion Award, she could have the world at her command?

“Miss Bai, I have already been dismissed and have apologized to you, isn’t that enough?” Minister Xu had never seen someone like Bai Lian. After coming here, facing Bai Lian, who lived in the cramped old neighborhood, he truly couldn’t harbor any other thoughts, “You shouldn’t be too excessive.”

Bai Lian chuckled lightly, “You apologize and I have to accept it?”

Realizing Bai Lian was not joking, the Secretary-General turned to leave.

Halfway through, he turned back and sneered at Bai Lian, “Miss Bai, don’t be naive enough to think that just with calligraphy and your background, you can make a name for yourself in Jiangjing, right?”

Minister Xu did not speak to stop him.

The Secretary-General glanced at Shen Qing and sneered, really thinking that Old Master Ren had no temper, huh?

To be in his position, Ren Qian was not someone to be easily manipulated.

The Secretary-General almost ridiculed her, “Bai Lian, you can prevent the young lady from entering the Calligraphy Association, but have you forgotten who Xiangcheng belongs to? Forgotten that Xiangcheng bears the Ren surname? What if we don’t agree to the start-up ceremony of the Calligraphy Association? Or perhaps…”

The Secretary-General’s voice was almost soft, “I remember you transferred to Xiangcheng, right?”

“Secretary, wait—” Shen Qing broke free from Bai Lian’s hand, quickly standing up, almost crying out.

The Secretary-General sneered and without stopping, simply reached out to open the half-ajar door.

At the doorway stood a tall and indifferent figure.

A knee-length black overcoat.