The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 518: 207 Bai Family Clan! Return to Beicheng (second watch)_2

Jian Zhe and Qiu Xuezheng had led several teachers from the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, along with the official instructors, to Beicheng before the college entrance examination. She would arrive later due to the exam.

Jiang He stayed at Ji Heng’s place in Xiangcheng, while Jiang Fulai was delayed accompanying someone at the research institute and was still there.

The highway from Xiangcheng to Beicheng had been rebuilt, and as Xiaojie drove onto the highway while chatting with Ji Shaojun, he remarked, “When was this road finished? It’s a lot smoother to drive on than before.”

In just four months, the changes in Xiangcheng were noticeable to him on this visit.

The roads were wider, shopping centers and residential developments were thriving, and the flow of people was comparable to that of a second-tier city.

“Good policy,” Ji Shaojun said as he watched Purest Street recede into the distance, then withdrew his gaze with a grave tone.

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Xiaojie had nothing more to say after that.

This stretch of highway led straight to Beicheng; in less than seven hours, Xiaojie’s car arrived in Beicheng. “Miss Bai, where would you like to go?” he asked.

Bai Lian gave him an address, the name of a hotel.

Xiaojie drove to the destination.

Beicheng Jiahao Hotel.

The car stopped, and Bai Lian’s phone rang.

Looking down, Bai Lian saw it was Dean Jian calling. She began to pack her violin while answering the call.

“Have you arrived in Beicheng?” Dean Jian was well-informed.

“Yes,” Bai Lian said, taking her violin case and getting out of the car with a casual tone.

Dean Jian hummed in response, “You’ve finished your exams too, remember the composition you owe Yan Lu, my flight is tomorrow.”

“I have some ideas, I’ll tell you more when you arrive,” Bai Lian said, brimming with inspiration after just finishing her exams.

As she spoke with Dean Jian, Xiaojie opened the trunk behind her and handed her the little suitcase, which was quite heavy as he lifted it with both hands.

“Thank you,” Bai Lian said, reaching out to take it.

Shen Qing bid farewell to Bai Lian reluctantly, and after getting into the car, she rolled down the window for a last look at Bai Lian standing at the hotel entrance.

Seeing Bai Lian disappear from the rearview mirror, Xiaojie grew curious. “Miss Bai, are you writing a song for someone?”

He had heard Bai Lian mention composing.

“I don’t know,” Shen Qing was not sure, “but Mr. Jian says she’s very talented.”

Mr. Jian?

Who was that?

Xiaojie had not heard of him before.

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Jiahao Hotel, a nationwide chain of five-star hotels, was also the accommodation chosen by the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association for this trip, located close to the headquarters of the Beicheng Writers’ Association.

Bai Lian carried her violin with one hand while a hotel attendant pushed her luggage cart and led her to her room.

They were waiting for the elevator.

The nearest elevator was coming down from the second floor, which housed a restaurant and banquet hall. Many classes chose to gather there for celebrations right after finishing their exams yesterday.

Inside the elevator, there were two boys and one girl.

“Without Young Master Song, it’s dull,” the boy shrugged; he was the class president of Beicheng International Class, “you know, apart from Bai Shaoqi, no one else can invite him, and Shaoqi couldn’t make it today because she’s busy.”

The boy with a buzz cut beside him rubbed his head, “I heard Song Min didn’t do well in math this time.”

“A top student’s bad score is still number one,” the girl fiddled with her phone and spoke casually, “and with that crazy question, even the class teacher said it was tough, who could do well?”

The three of them were talking when the elevator door opened with a ‘ding’.

The moment the door opened, it seemed to brighten.

Standing outside the elevator was a girl in plain, long dress clothes with her hair pulled back, casually holding a long box.

Her other hand played with her phone, seemingly texting someone.

Seeing people inside, the girl moved aside, and as she did so, the loose strands of her hair fell down.

The three students inside the elevator were momentarily stunned by her appearance. The girl in the middle exclaimed in disbelief, “Bai Lian?”

Hearing her name, Bai Lian looked up. She squinted her eyes as she recognized the student committee member from Beicheng High’s 12th-grade second class, Xun Yi.

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