The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress - Chapter 767 - Chapter 767: 302NO.9 Bai Jian, Azure Dragon Bar Incident_3
Chapter 767: 302NO.9 Bai Jian, Azure Dragon Bar Incident_3
Dean Jian nodded at her and continued speaking to Bai Lian about Old Master Chen, “He really appreciates you.”
Bai Lian pressed the elevator button and, hearing this, merely offered a proper smile, “Then thank you.”
“Ding——”
The elevator arrived.
Bai Lian got in and politely bid farewell to Dean Jian.
As the elevator doors slowly closed, Dean Jian could still see her radiant face. She had changed to a new hairpin today, a light purple jade one, her pair of black eyes like layers of mist, inscrutable.
Even when hearing about the Chen Family, a family as distinguished as a feast accompanied by the tolling of bells, she remained composed and unconcerned, and Dean Jian practically never saw any other expression on her.
He really had no idea what Bai Lian wanted.
Once the elevator doors had shut, Leng Shuhe finally dared to speak, “Teacher, did Miss Yan Lu come today?”
“She’s recording a song, what about it?” Dean Jian walked leisurely toward the recording studio, unable to help his old friend with the busy schedule.
“My friend wants to discuss a few cooperation matters with Miss Yan Lu,” Leng Shuhe followed Dean Jian, “Does she have any time, teacher?”
“You can ask her when she comes out,” Dean Jian replied casually.
Leng Shuhe murmured affirmatively, his gaze lingering curiously at the elevator entrance.
**
Wen Zhixia had learned to drive during the summer break.
She drove her car near Jiangyin, waiting for Bai Lian.
After notifying Ming Dongheng, Bai Lian looked for Wen Zhixia’s car.
When she arrived, Wen Zhixia was leaning against the car door, dressed in a black coat and wearing a pair of sneakers, looking cool as she lazily stood in the brisk sunshine, scrolling through social media.
“Damn, is she finally releasing a new song?”
Bai Lian happened to overhear this remark.
She approached quietly and handed a cup of hot milk tea she had just bought for Wen Zhixia.
“Why have you come to Jiangyin?” Wen Zhixia, who planned to take Bai Lian out for drinks, sipped the milk tea and got into the driver’s seat, heading with Bai Lian to the Azure Dragon Bar.
“Just to take a look,” Bai Lian buckled her seat belt.
Wen Zhixia nodded, glancing from the corner of her eye at the familiar black car behind them. It was Ming Dongheng’s car, trailing from a distance.
She withdrew her gaze from the rearview mirror, momentarily forgetting about Jiangyin.
She did ask Bai Lian how she knew Jiang Fulai the other day, but still had no clue about whom the other person was. Wen Zhixia’s roots in Jiangjing were shallow, and there was much she didn’t understand.
The Wen Family had mentioned Xu Sanshao multiple times, but she had never heard them mention the name “Jiang Fulai.”
Of course, Wen Zhixia was not foolish enough to question the old Madam Wen or the butler.
She wouldn’t reveal too much about Bai Lian’s matters.
For now…
When they go to the bar, they are always followed by a dedicated car, yet the Wen Family had never assigned a bodyguard to stay close and protect Wen Zhixia.
Wen Zhixia found this somewhat surprising.
At this time, the Azure Dragon Bar had just opened.
It was the same reserved booth as before. This time Wen Zhixia was much calmer than last time; she did not drink much and talked to Bai Lian about her impressive achievements at school.
She even mentioned Le Yuzhang, “He’s known Ming Zongyao for more than a decade, childhood sweethearts. I’ve met Miss Ming too, a very gentle and elegant lady, a notable figure in Jiang University’s financial circles, very popular among the socialites.”
This was also one of the reasons why Wen Zhixia was not well-received in certain circles.
But an arranged marriage concerns two families.
Le Yuzhang, who has always prioritized power, cut ties with the Ming Family very cleanly.
**
Seven in the evening.
A black sedan stopped outside the Azure Dragon Bar.
Ming Dongheng stood silently at the entrance, watching the noble figure alight from the driver’s seat, not daring to speak.
Jiang Fulai was dressed in a minimalist coat, looking up at the bar, his eyes always light, his presence dignified and distinguished even in such a place.
The Azure Dragon Bar was never a spot for ordinary consumer spending, frequented by the elite of Jiangjing.
The staff were accustomed to power and influence.
Yet at the sight of Jiang Fulai, no one dared to step forward to lead the way.
Ming Dongheng stepped forward and honestly led the way for Jiang Fulai.
In the bar, square lights flickered; smoke and the scent of alcohol mingled, creating an enveloping haze. The music from several stages in the center was deafening, in what was clearly a chaotic and noisy place.
As Jiang Fulai passed by, it was as though a mute button had been pressed.
The lighting inside the bar was already dim, but even with his eyes lowered, one could feel an undeniable presence emanating from him.
“Mr. Xiaoqi…” Far away, the waiter had already gone inside to report to Xiaoqi.
Jiang Fulai’s demeanor didn’t seem like that of someone who had come to simply wander through a bar.
“It’s fine,” Xiaoqi glanced over, recognized him at once, and waved his hand to let them be, “No need to wait on him.”
**
The booth.
Two young men were sitting beside Wen Zhixia, pouring her drinks.
Just as Jiang Fulai arrived, the young man on the left side of Wen Zhixia noticed Bai Lian’s drink was finished, glanced at Bai Lian, and reached out to pour her another glass.
Bai Lian was unlike the other patrons of the bar.
Not to mention the clothing and jewelry on both her and Wen Zhixia, which were recognizable as bespoke, just the sheer force of Bai Lian’s presence was far beyond any socialite or second-generation rich person they had ever encountered.
“Thank you,” Bai Lian said lazily, picking up the glass. Her slender fingers tapped the glass nonchalantly as she spoke, “Just pour for her.”
She politely declined.
Wen Zhixia wasn’t as drunk today, just a bit dizzy.
She smiled, about to speak, when suddenly she felt the atmosphere around her inexplicably turn cold.
Bai Lian also felt it and turned around to see Jiang Fulai, her lazy and beautiful face revealing a slight smile, “Why did you come over?”
Wen Zhixia shuddered, suddenly becoming sober.
She stood up somewhat reservedly.
Jiang Fulai sat down beside Bai Lian with his usual expression, glanced at Wen Zhixia, and said calmly, “I’m just passing by, don’t mind me, continue drinking.”
Wen Zhixia sat down, suddenly feeling a bit hesitant to drink.
The two young men beside her didn’t dare to lift their heads either.
In front of the table full of handsome men and beautiful women, especially Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai, even the best looking patrons of Qinglong Bar seemed pale in comparison.
Jiang Fulai slowly rolled up his sleeves and unhurriedly picked up an unopened bottle of liquor from the table, pouring a small glass of brown liquid for Bai Lian.
Bai Lian paused for a moment, “I’ve stopped drinking.”
“Hmm?” Jiang Fulai placed the glass down and glanced over it, lowering his gaze, “Then it must be because my pouring skills are poor.”
Bai Lian: “…”
The last time they met, Jiang Fulai had been quite gentle with Wen Zhixia.
It was only now that Wen Zhixia truly felt the oppressive aura of the young Mr. Jiang; she rose to her feet, “I have to rush back for a meeting, silly…um, let’s meet another time.”
She went to the bar to settle the bill.
But was informed that Jiang Fulai had already paid it.
“Miss Wen,” Ming Dongheng appeared like a ghost, courteous and polite, “I will escort you back.”
Wen Zhixia got into Ming Dongheng’s car, finally coming back to her senses.
She answered a call from the Wen Family butler, “Miss, it’s seven o’clock, how come you haven’t returned?”
“On the way,” Wen Zhixia sat in the back seat, cracked open the window to clear her head, “I’ll be home soon.”
“Drive slowly,” the butler advised upon hearing the sound of the wind, before sharing some gossip with Wen Zhixia, “The second master is also here, and Zhiwei mentioned she saw Yan Lu at this afternoon’s gathering. She is trying to work out a deal with Yan Lu’s management agency.”
Having a brand’s spokesperson is very important, and clearly, this year in the entertainment circle, no one is hotter than Yan Lu.
She’s not just a performing artist and singer now, but also the official representative of Xiangcheng and is highly promoted by the Jiangjing Music Academy.
After “Blossoms on the Tree” became a hit, Yan Lu’s status in the industry shot up significantly, thanks to Bai Jian.
After all, everyone knows the theme song was written by Bai Jian for the theater’s director—one can imagine the director’s standing.
The commercial value of Yan Lu cannot be underestimated in the future.
Numerous high-end brands both domestically and internationally want her as their spokesperson.
The driver’s seat.
Ming Dongheng, with his acute senses, overheard the butler’s conversation with Wen Zhixia and gave a glance backward.
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