Chapter 578: 227 Who dares to speak up? The building butler saw Principal Shi_4

Xu En was also against Grandmother Xu throwing a big celebration for Xu Zhiyue, considering Xu Zhiyue’s shy personality.

But the old lady of the Yu Family had been too showy in the last couple of years; Grandmother Xu couldn’t swallow her pride and had been rushing for quick success.

Bai Lian took out her phone and looked down at it.

Xu Zhiyue: [Come come come come come come]

Xu Zhiyue: [[Shy] [Shy] [Shy] [Shy]]

Xu Zhiyue: [[Spinning.jpg]]

Xu Zhiyue: [[Spinning.jpg]]

Xu Zhiyue: […]

Bai Lian: [Stop]

The screen-scrolling came to an abrupt halt.

Bai Lian packed away her computer into her canvas bag, pulled out her chair and stood up, “I’ll see how it goes.”

**

7.15.

In the afternoon, at Shanhai Apartment.

Uncle Lin and Gao Yan were both at Bai Lian’s place; Gao Yan sat at the edge of the table, talking with Bai Lian and Pu Xiaohan.

“Jiangjing Media University, that’s a really good school,” said Gao Yan, quite surprised upon hearing Pu Xiaohan’s chosen school, remembering it was Bai Lian’s alma mater.

Bai Lian was from Xiangcheng; it was one thing her own academic performance was excellent, but how come her classmates were also so impressive?

Pu Xiaohan, with nearly fifty million online followers, just smiled modestly at Gao Yan’s remark and poured her a cup of tea.

Bai Lian sat beside Pu Xiaohan, looking slightly ragged due to lack of rest in the past few days; today she managed to get out of bed not long ago.

She was idly writing a reduced musical score on a piece of paper.

The fingerprint lock outside beeped, signaling someone coming in.

Gao Yan, Uncle Lin, and the others all looked up.

The man at the door was Jiang Fulai, dressed in a silvery silk shirt with traditional Chinese button knots, making him appear distant and unapproachable.

Gao Yan, who had been seated, stood up and greeted him, locking her eyes on Jiang Fulai.

Although Jiang Fulai had always been respectful to her, Gao Yan was aware that his regard for her was because she was Gao Si’s sister.

But she would never grow careless because of Jiang Fulai’s respect; even old Master Xu of the Xu Family would stand to greet Jiang Fulai, let alone her.

Uncle Lin stood behind Gao Yan, bowing respectfully to Jiang Fulai.

It seemed as though the atmosphere in the entire room stiffened inexplicably with his arrival.

Jiang Fulai nodded slightly at her, very politely: “Auntie.”

Pu Xiaohan had encountered Jiang Fulai more times in Xiangcheng than Gao Yan had in her entire life, responding more casually than Uncle Lin and Gao Yan: “Brother Jiang.”

Upon hearing Pu Xiaohan’s address, Uncle Lin and Gao Yan couldn’t help but glance her way.

A tremor of shock ran through them.

In Jiangjing, the ones who could call Jiang Fulai ‘Brother Jiang’ were just the few like Xu Nanjing.

Bai Lian was the only one who hadn’t stood up; she was casually propped up by one hand under her chin, her sleeve sliding down partially to reveal a bright red ribbon loosely tied around her slender wrist.

It made her wrist look extremely pale.

After she wrote down a line of text, she lazily looked up, “Go fetch the gift my grandfather prepared.”

Ji Heng had embroidered a fine handkerchief for Xu Zhiyue.

Jiang Fulai knew where the item was and went into the study to retrieve the gift box from the second drawer.

Uncle Lin, watching Jiang Fulai directly going to fetch the item while Bai Lian remained seated, subtly bowed his head.

“Where are you going?” Gao Yan had invited Bai Lian to dine with her classmates, and before she could discuss it, she saw her leaving with Jiang Fulai.

“To Mingfeng District,” Jiang Fulai opened the door, stepping aside to let Bai Lian go through first.

He was going to escort Bai Lian to the Xu Family.

After they left, Gao Yan lowered her head back and looked at Uncle Lin, “Mingfeng District? What are they doing there?”

Mingfeng District was on the outskirts; neither the Gao Family nor the Xu Family had much business there, and people were seldomly sent down. They rarely went to that area.

Pu Xiaohan, not being close with Gao Yan, did not explain to her.

Gao Yan withdrew her gaze, looking down to see the scattered sheets of paper on the table.

Some had numbers written on them like “four five right.”

But it was obvious that the handwriting on each piece of paper was very neat, stroke by stroke.

Gao Yan didn’t recognize these. Her gaze shifted to another sheet of paper that was filled with a bunch of formulas and algorithms. Gao Yan, too, was a gifted student, but she had left the laboratory after giving birth to Xu Nanjing and couldn’t recall what exactly Bai Lian was calculating—only that it seemed to be the least squares method.

She felt a bit dazed. Was this something she learned in high school?

Gao Yan couldn’t remember clearly. Uncle Lin by her side looked at Bai Lian’s writing with admiration, “Miss Bai’s writing is very beautiful. She must have practiced specially.”

**

In Mingfeng District, a well-known villa area.

The Xu Family.

Jiang Fulai’s silver car was parked at the entrance, his fingertips resting on the steering wheel, lowering the passenger-side window, waiting for Bai Lian to come out.

Bai Lian didn’t plan to enter the Xu Family home—just delivering a gift to Xu Zhiyue and leaving.

She had sent a message to Xu Zhiyue from the car, and Xu Zhiyue was waiting for her at the iron gate.

Today, Xu Zhiyue wore a knee-length dress, her bangs swept aside, her hair styled, revealing a petite face and a pair of shiny dark eyes.

When Bai Lian saw her, she was standing by the iron gate with a flushed face, her fingers unconsciously pinching the hem of her dress.

She was completely different from the person on WeChat.

Bai Lian handed over the box in her hand nonchalantly, a lazy smile in her lowered eyes, “Go back inside.”

Today, she wore a dress made by Ji Heng, a snow-white cheongsam with a waistbelt of the same color, her ink-black hair loosely held by a wooden pin. The sunlight spilled over her fair, jade-like side profile, dimming in comparison to her smile.

Xu Zhiyue looked back three steps at a time as she walked away.

Only after her figure had disappeared did Bai Lian retract her smile, her gaze inadvertently drifting to the left.

She turned and got back into the car. Jiang Fulai drove forward, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Bai Lian leaned back.

It was just an unfriendly stare.

She opened her cellphone and inquired to Xu Wenyao—

[Who have your family invited this time?]

As soon as she sent the message, a call came through on her phone from Ji Shaojun.

“Uncle?” Bai Lian turned off the Bluetooth and answered.

Ji Shaojun was timing his call to coincide with her break time, “Come over for dinner tonight, it’s been several days since you last visited, and your aunt has stewed a tonic soup for you. If you don’t have time, we can deliver it to you.”

Ji Heng had heard from Jiang He that Bai Lian had been staying at school the last few days, hadn’t been sleeping well at night, and had nearly rushed to Jiangjing himself.

Bai Lian rolled down the window, resting her hand on it, smiling, “I’m going to see Dean Jian in a bit. I’ll come see you guys in a few days and stay a bit longer.”

On the other end of the phone, Ji Shaojun thought for a moment, “Alright, I’ll deliver the soup to you today.”

He hung up cheerily. On the sofa, the Butler looked towards Ji Shaojun, “Your niece?”

“Yes.” Ji Shaojun put his phone on the table, stood up, a clear joy on his face, “I’ll go deliver the soup to her.”

The Butler knew.

Ji Shaojun never referred to Ren Wanxuan as his niece.

It was unclear why Ji Shaojun was so favorable towards Bai Lian, but right now, he didn’t want to waste Ji Shaojun’s time. After pondering for a moment, “Continue your studies with the teacher. I’ll deliver it to Miss Bai for you. She’s still in Chang’an District, right? It’s a long way there and back, I’ll save you the trouble.”

Because Ji Shaojun was talented, the Butler had changed the way he addressed Bai Lian.

“You…” Hearing the Butler say this, Ji Shaojun paused, seemingly contemplating for a long time before agreeing, “Alright, please tell her to take good rest for me.”

That evening.

Xiaojie parked the car in front of Building 11 of Shanhai Apartment.

The Butler got out of the back seat, and Xiaojie emerged from the driver’s side, eyeing the building number, “It should be this place, right?”

The Butler took out his phone, squinted at it for a while, confirmed it was correct, and then the two of them entered together.

On the third floor.

They had no intention of taking the stairs and waited for the elevator to come down at the elevator lobby.

The elevator was descending from the third floor—

It opened with a “ding”, containing only an old man.

The Butler glanced indifferently, stepping slightly aside to make room.

The old man didn’t look at them and walked past.

As the old man passed him by, the Butler suddenly paused, turned to look at the receding figure, “You are… Principal Shi?”

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