The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Bai Lian reached out to take the folding fan. It was plain white, with the white jade bones of the fan reflecting a lustrous cool light. The fan was less than thirty centimeters long.

Her fingers were pale and unrushed, holding the folding fan with ease as she gently pushed it open—effortlessly unfurling the fan.

“White jade fan bones,” Bai Lian said, while spinning the fan around twice with her index finger as the pivot, and then suddenly snapping it closed, gently resting the fan handle against the palm of her hand.

Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, leisurely as if she was accustomed to handling a fan.

Xu Nanjing paused for a moment, “Let me try.”

He took Bai Lian’s folding fan, trying to replicate her movements. With a single hand push, it didn’t open.

After three attempts.

Bai Lian opened the next document and, seeing his clumsy efforts, took the fan back to demonstrate again, “Like this.”

She shifted slightly, holding the folding fan in her right hand. Her slender middle finger rested casually at the bottom of the fan, with the thumb pushing outwards and the index finger pushing inwards, slowly spreading it open.