The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 488: 192 hits a new high, who exactly is Miss Bai?_2

Bai Lian collected her gaze leisurely, offering no particular comment.

She just lowered her head to look at the message on her phone—it was from Mao Kun—

[Sis, for the 4/18 auction, my godfather has reserved an invitation for you.]

Every time there was a major auction at the White Tiger Auction House, Mao Kun’s side would provide Bai Lian with a VIP card. Most of the time, Bai Lian would sell it for a high price. Any auction that Mao Kun personally reported to Bai Lian was very important.

Bai Lian: [Received.]

Beside her, Director Chen silently withdrew his gaze.

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**

After a series of commercials, the variety show resumed, and evening approached.

On Purest Street, that little path, Yan Lu and Mei Yi were going to watch some fighting.

[I can’t find any information about fighting venues in Xiangcheng online.]

[Who’s the Miss speaking next to Yan Lu, her voice is so nice, why didn’t she show her face?]

[Her voice is soft, she is not wearing a mic, is she a friend of Yan Lu?]

The barrage decreased significantly until the crew arrived at Backter Street.

Many shots were not permitted to appear, leaving only a small portion of footage. Everyone saw the words “Backter Street” under the night sky and the “Qinglong Bar” glowing with a dim light.

Xiaowu’s half-red hair made an appearance, as did a group of tough-looking men and women of various skin colors on the street.

Barrage—

[Why are they blurring out the legs?]

[Why do most people only appear from the waist up?]

[This person glanced at the camera; why do I feel like he wants to cuss me out?]

[?????]

[?????]

The audience also realized something was amiss and began to question soulfully:

[Hey, where exactly is this??]

The show continued to air, and “Come Here Friend” quickly snapped up several trending searches in advance—

[Jiangjing TV Station]

[Sudden urgent trip to Xiangcheng]

[Where is Backter Street]

The first episode of the program ended just as they reached the fighting venue.

There had yet to be a breakout variety show since the beginning of the year. “Come Here Friend” was the first to rank in several hot searches right after its debut, skyrocketing viewers’ curiosity to an all-time high.

Once an issue becomes hot, countless fearless people will delve into it.

News about “Backter Street” had already begun to disseminate in secret.

**

After the variety show ended, Jiang Fulai took Jiang He back home.

Jiang He’s cabbage backpack was still aside, and Bai Lian picked it up to hand it to Jiang Fulai.

Jiang Fulai hooked it with a finger, looking disgusted but didn’t throw it away. He looked at Bai Lian and paused slightly, “I’m going back to Jiangjing tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Jiang Fulai withdrew his gaze, his long bangs drooping down.

Bai Lian nodded in acknowledgment without saying much, “Is Jiang He going back with you?”

Jiang He kept his head down and remained silent.

Director Chen hovered awkwardly to the side, and only after Bai Lian had finished speaking to Jiang Fulai, he approached, “Miss Bai, do you have Yan Lu’s WeChat?”

He knew Yan Lu, but he had just learned that Yan Lu was skilled with a spear.

“Yan Lu?” Bai Lian glanced at him, “I’ll ask around.”

She looked down, pulled out her phone, found Yan Lu’s profile picture, and explained the situation.

Yan Lu remembered Director Chen, and without asking for the reason after Bai Lian had finished talking, she directly asked Bai Lian to recommend Director Chen’s WeChat to her.

Bai Lian flipped to Director Chen’s WeChat and passed it to Yan Lu.

Director Chen left first with Jiang He, while Ji Heng took out a tobacco pipe to see the two off.

Bai Lian still had that document in her hands, unread.

Jiang Fulai remained in the courtyard without leaving, only glancing at the thesis in her hand, “He Wen is just being lazy, asking you to sort out his thesis for him.”

“He can’t get through it,” Bai Lian leisurely made an excuse for He Wen.

“Everyone else can get through it, so why can’t he?”

Bai Lian knew this was not a good time to speak up for He Wen.

She took a few steps and stopped under a banyan tree, a large lamp overhead. Bai Lian slightly tilted her head, revealing a pair of beautiful almond eyes—deep and dark, these eyes always held a lazy indifference as if nothing mattered to her.

Before she could speak, Jiang Fulai bent down, his arms casually extended, and his palms gently rested on her lower back.