The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 687: Meet at 273, out of the mountain _2

Gao Shu hurriedly set down her teacup, dusted off her sleeves, and stood up to look toward the door.

The door was pushed open by a pair of hands with distinct knuckles, and a houndstooth scarf was neatly draped over the arm—this was Jiang Fulai.

Gao Shu’s gaze fell behind him, where a girl in a red-embroidered vest stood, wearing an apricot-colored dress underneath, her eyes cast down.

Last week when she saw Bai Lian, she had been dressed in plain clothes, graceful and restrained.

Today’s red coat was bright and captivating.

It made Gao Shu pause slightly once again.

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“Auntie,” Jiang Fulai said, as he closed the door of the private room, greeting Gao Shu politely.

Even this address of “Auntie” carried an extreme blandness.

Bai Lian also greeted Gao Shu with ease and without constraint.

Secretary Xue quietly moved aside, watching the young woman inconspicuously, and was quite surprised internally. The Gao Family was known for its beauties—Gao Si had married Jiang Sheng, which became a celebrated match in Jiangjing, followed by Gao Yan’s marriage to Xu Jueling.

In Jiangjing now, there were also the young ladies of the Ming Family whom Secretary Xue had seen, and indeed they were beautiful.

But having seen Miss Bai today, Secretary Xue felt that even Ming Zongyao would have to step back. Merely the temperament Miss Bai possessed was something the Ming Family could not match.

Others, even if it was Elder Chen seated beside Jiang Fulai, would be overshadowed by it.

Yet, Miss Bai remained calm and collected, with an effortless poise.

Jiang Fulai picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for both himself and Bai Lian; outside, the manager had started to serve dishes.

“Is the academic pressure at Jiang University very high? Last time I saw in the news that the probe successfully landed on Mars…” Gao Shu said to Bai Lian beside her. She had heard from Gao Yan that Bai Lian was academically inclined and might end up spending her future in the lab with Jiang Fulai.

Gao Shu studied art, but during the past two years, because of the Gao Family and Jiang Fulai, she had come to understand a bit as well.

Just last night, she asked the Gao Family for some scientific research materials to review, but to the ears of the experts, there were always discrepancies.

Bai Lian subtly steered the conversation away.

The conversation began with scientific research and eventually shifted to art.

Once the topic of art arose, Gao Shu inevitably spoke at length, mentioning how her art teacher had great expectations for Jiang He.

Bai Lian nodded, “Jiang He’s paintings have a strong sense of illusion.”

The two chatted intermittently; Jiang Fulai seldom spoke, only occasionally serving Bai Lian some vegetables. He had always been reserved by nature, treating everyone the same, so Gao Shu was not surprised.

Gao Shu became engrossed in the conversation until the meal ended, and she reluctantly put down her chopsticks.

She then asked Secretary Xue to present a gift box and personally handed it to Bai Lian.

Downstairs at Kangyu Tower, Gao Shu and Secretary Xue stood together, watching as Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai got into the car. Once the car turned the corner and was out of sight, Gao Shu turned with a smile, “This child is truly remarkable.”

She finally understood why Gao Yan was so bent on taking Bai Lian as her goddaughter.

Secretary Xue saw that she was pleased but didn’t want to distract her with other matters. Nevertheless, he spoke up, “Dr. Gao has asked to meet with you.”

Dr. Gao—there was no one else it could be but Gao Jiachen.

Gao Shu’s smile faded as she pressed her brow, “Tell him I don’t have time.”

The Gao family members only sought her out to join Jiang Fulai’s group or to enter the Ma Institute; what else could they want?

Recently, Gao Shu had been busy with matters of the theatre and indeed had a full schedule.

When Gao Shu returned home, Lou Jiu was practicing piano. Seeing her come in, he came over to help her with her house shoes.

“Mom,” Lou Jiu said, placing the slippers beside her without leaving, but instead, he said, “My teacher asked if he could see the script for ‘Blossoms on the Tree.’

The play had not yet premiered, and rehearsals were underway; even the theme song was not settled. Copies of the script for “Blossoms on the Tree” were only held by those involved internally.

Last time, to convince Dean Jian to compose the music, Gao Shu briefly shared the main plot with him.