The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 662: The charm of this 262 gala, Brother Jiang and Dean Huang present the performance costume_2

Ming Dongheng’s gaze swept the surroundings, ensuring the safety of the two.

“Let’s go,” Ji Heng said, handing the candied hawthorn to Jiang He and carrying his small backpack, heading to the front intersection to get in the car.

Both of them were going to watch Bai Lian’s performance today.

At this time of day, the road was already getting a bit congested, so they didn’t plan on returning to Shanhai Apartment, heading straight to Jiang University’s grand auditorium instead.

Pu Xiaohan had no classes that afternoon, and along with Shen Qing, she had arrived early at Jiang University’s grand auditorium.

She had even saved seats for Ji Heng and Jiang He in advance.

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It wasn’t even five o’clock yet, but the auditorium was already filled to capacity.

Pu Xiaohan, who had taken a spot on the left side, was wearing her camera around her neck. She stood up and waved to Ji Heng and Jiang He upon seeing them, “Grandpa, over here!”

“It’s really bustling here.” Shen Qing, who didn’t visit Jiang University often, looked at the red banners outside the auditorium bearing “Jiangjing University School of Finance” and “Jiangjing University Department of Physics,” and naturally felt a sense of pride and grandeur.

Every passing student was a pillar of the country.

And her niece was one of them.

The grand auditorium was spacious, able to accommodate thousands of people at once, with seating radiating out from the central stage.

The performance hadn’t started yet, and popular music was playing from the side speakers.

Ji Heng took a seat to the side, resting Jiang He’s backpack on his lap, while Jiang He sat next to him, nibbling on his candied hawthorn.

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Outside, Song Min and Bai Shaoqi had also arrived.

Bai Shaoqi was dressed in haute couture today, wearing a purple gown that revealed her fair clavicles, her demeanor cold and composed, neither humble nor arrogant. Even as an illegitimate child, the etiquette her mother had taught her since she was young was impeccable.

Mrs. Song looked at Bai Shaoqi appreciatively and nodded, “I told you this dress suits you.”

The two of them entered with Mrs. Song.

Song Min had distinguished himself as a member of the Student Union of the School of Finance, and the Student Union had reserved the two front rows in the middle, with the second row set aside for some of the key personnel, naturally including seats for Song Min and his companion.

By this time, more than half of the first row had already been filled.

The first row was reserved for some leaders and investors.

Two spots were also set aside for photographers, and the reporters had already arrived, making the scene extremely lively.

The President of the School of Finance’s Student Union was up front, speaking with Ba Shiming about crowd control, “There are too many people; we need to put up a banner to restrict the flow.”

When they saw Song Min and Bai Shaoqi, both of them greeted them.

It was at that moment that the President of the Student Union’s phone rang, and after taking the call, he froze for a moment and then immediately turned to walk towards the entrance.

Soon after, he returned respectfully with a middle-aged man with a leather collar suit.

Ba Shiming recognized the man at a glance, “Dean Feng, hello, I’m Ba Shiming from the Department of Physics.”

The President of the Student Union of the School of Finance introduced the man to Song Min and Bai Shaoqi, “This is Dean Feng of our School of Finance. Dean, these two are new students in the School.”

He didn’t introduce anyone else in depth, given that Song Min’s popularity was decent among the new students, but that wasn’t something particularly noteworthy in the presence of Dean Feng, much less Bai Shaoqi.

In fact, he wasn’t clear on why someone of Dean Feng’s status would come to a new students’ welcome performance.

Dean Feng, Chairman of the Jingjiang Business Federation, an individual specifically mentioned by President Yin—Song Min and Bai Shaoqi exchanged a glance. He really came?

They both greeted him respectfully.

Dean Feng didn’t say much; he left the middle seat open and sat down beside it, “This year our School’s new students are quite impressive.”

He started conversing with the professor from the School of Finance next to him.

In the row behind, Mrs. Song regretted not inviting President Yin, and only after Bai Shaoqi and another had returned did she ask, “How come your dean is here?”