Chapter 582: The Mu Family’s hope, The arrogant offspring of Chen Ye_4

He escorted Bai Lian out.

Xiaojie also stood up, taking his car keys, “Miss Bai, where are you going? Let me drive you.”

“No need,” Bai Lian said with her books in hand, unhurriedly, “I’ll take the bus.”

She always had a strong sense of boundaries.

After Bai Lian left, the butler turned to look at Ji Shaojun, “Xiaohan?”

“Alian’s classmate,” Ji Shaojun mentioned Pu Xiaohan and smiled.

Bai Lian’s classmate?

The butler nodded, not asking further, only looked at Ji Shaojun… He was also considered a hope for the Mu Family, right?

**

At the bus stop, Bai Lian looked down waiting for the bus while reviewing questions.

There was another message on WeChat, this time from He Wen—

[The whole group failed to write, getting scolded by everyone.jpg]

[Not a day without being yelled at.jpg]

[Moldy mushroom.jpg]

Bai Lian knew at a glance that he must have been scolded again.

Bai Jian: [Use your brain]

She closed the chat window, and a message from Xu Zhiyue popped up—

[rtbp, qw/]

[bvsmklopseudaodx]

[…]

Like random characters sent by rolling one’s face over the phone, Bai Lian paused—

[Where are you?]

This time, the reply was straightforward.

Xu Zhiyue: [[Location]]

Xu Zhiyue: [Room 207]

Bai Lian clicked in to see, it was a club in Yunxiao District, unknown by name; Xu Zhiyue didn’t seem like someone who would go to clubs, and Bai Lian remembered the outfit Xu Zhiyue wore the last time she went to the Xu Family, which didn’t match Xu Zhiyue’s taste either.

Perhaps because of Jiang He, Bai Lian had always been friendly with Xu Zhiyue.

Bus 71 stopped in front of Bai Lian.

Bai Lian looked up, didn’t get on, and instead hailed a taxi.

**

In Yunxiao District’s Paradise Club, Room 207 was not a VIP room.

The door was opened by a waiter.

Inside, the lighting was dim; a group of young men and women were partying together.

Hearing the sound, they turned their gaze to the door, immediately spotting the girl standing behind the waiter.

The girl was dressed in a white casual outfit, exceptionally simple and clean, with her hair loosely tied up, revealing a naturally exquisite face.

The room was dimly lit, yet the girl seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light, her left arm bending to hold two rather thick books, her eyes appearing languid, the reflection in her dark pupils capturing the room’s light, exuding an artistic and gentle aura.

In this luxurious room, she unexpectedly brought a sense of innocence.

It was like a deer had stumbled into a pack of wolves.

The room fell silent for a moment.

A man in a black vest holding a cigar blew out a cloud of smoke, resting his foot on the coffee table, and whistled at Bai Lian, “Yu Young Master, where’d you find this schoolgirl? She looks like she’s studying art.”

The “Yu Young Master” that the man referred to was sitting with his back to Bai Lian, his hand on a girl’s chin and a drink in the other.

Upon hearing this, he let go and stood up to look towards the door.

Dressed in a blue shirt with several buttons undone, he exuded a dapper and rakish charm. Seeing Bai Lian, his eyes narrowed, an undeniable determination in his gaze, “Xu Zhiyue’s sister? Just right, she doesn’t drink, so you drink in her place.”

He extended the drink in his hand towards Bai Lian.

Hearing this, the Xu Zhiyue beside him hurriedly looked up, her face unnaturally flushed, staggering to her feet, “I, I’ll drink!”

She reached out to grab the wine glass from Mr. Yu’s hand.

As she looked up, the clearly visible purple bruises on her jaw came into view.

Bai Lian’s nonchalant expression slowly faded away.

“Miss Xu, don’t rush,” Mr. Yu’s gaze didn’t leave Bai Lian, “If you want to drink, there will be plenty of chances.”

He passed the wine glass in his hand to Bai Lian.

Bai Lian reached out and took it.

The others in the private room laughed, not surprised at all.

Mr. Yu fixed his gaze on Bai Lian, unbuttoning another button and licked his lips, “You’re much more sensible than your sister.”

“Don’t drink it…” Xu Zhiyue didn’t expect Bai Lian to take the wine. She clutched Bai Lian’s arm, her dark eyes filled with terror, “How did you get here…?”

She tried to grab the wine in Bai Lian’s right hand, holding the base of the tall glass, but the glass wouldn’t budge.

Xu Zhiyue blinked in confusion.

Bai Lian noticed her mind didn’t seem quite clear, and then casually tossed a book with her left hand onto the coffee table.

Bending down, she seemed to sniff the fragrance of the wine, and as expected, it was spiked.

She looked up, took two steps forward, and under the heavy shadow, poured the entire glass of wine over Mr. Yu’s head, splashing some on her own hand. She frowned and reached for a tissue.

Calmly wiping the back of her hand, she stared at Mr. Yu and coolly asked, “Would you like another drink?”

In the private room, no one had anticipated someone would dare to mess with Mr. Yu to such an extent.

The lively room instantly fell silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Mr. Yu wiped the wine off his face, accustomed to being flattered by others, it was the first time he’d been publicly shamed, and his complexion was exceedingly ugly, “Good, very good!”

A few lackeys immediately brought over three bottles of wine and tried to help capture Bai Lian.

To forcibly pour the liquor into her.

They hadn’t even touched Bai Lian’s collar before she kicked them aside.

The loud noise momentarily startled Xu Zhiyue into clarity, and she frantically shook her head at Bai Lian, her voice tinged with sobs, “You should go, don’t worry about me. This is Yu Hongjing, his sister Yu Hongyi is a favorite of the Chen Family, he’s Yu Hongyi’s only brother… ”

“Tch,” Yu Hongjing wiped his face, fixating his stare on Bai Lian’s face, “Now you’re scared, eh? I’m telling you, it’s no use, get her for me…”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked over onto the coffee table behind him.

“Bang—”

Wine glasses and bottles scattered all over the table.

In an instant, Yu Hongjing spat out a mouthful of fresh blood; he hadn’t expected someone to still dare to attack him after hearing his name.

“You, you really are…”

Yu Hongjing felt his ribs break as he propped himself up with his hands and involuntarily took two steps back.

Today there was only a wooden hairpin in her hair, which was a bit disheveled from the scuffle. Bai Lian removed the hairpin, leisurely and methodically wrapping her hair up again.

Her head bowed slightly, her ink-black hair loosely hanging down, the hem of her white pants now stained with a droplet of Yu Hongjing’s blood.

Apart from Xu Zhiyue, most around her were sprawled chaotically on the ground, and yet there she was, casually redoing her hair in such a place.

Those who came here were either rich or noble, guests that regular members couldn’t afford to offend, and the moment they sensed trouble, they called the police.

The bar was just down the street, where, to prevent incidents, an outpost had been set up.

In less than five minutes, the sound of police sirens could be heard outside.

Yu Hongjing glared at her fiercely, and upon hearing the siren, he staggered to his feet, “It’s over, no matter who you are, let me tell you, you’re finished!”

Bai Lian’s eyelashes carelessly drooped as she finished arranging her hair, toying with a lighter in her hand, her fingers pressing the lighter, causing a ghostly blue flame to emerge.

Jiangjing, someone Xu Zhiyue would call a person of the Chen Family…

Listening to the sound of the sirens, Bai Lian glanced down at Yu Hongjing, “A person of the Chen Family? A descendant of Chen Ye?”

What Chen Ye?

Yu Hongjing had completely different associations in mind; he thought Bai Lian was referring to “Chen Ye” as an honorific. He scoffed, “It’s no use even if you find Chen Ye!”

Jiangjing University.

Shun Yu sat in his office, and the middle-aged man next to him paced back and forth, glancing at his wristwatch, “Principal, she should have arrived by now, right?”

Having met Bai Lian twice, he knew her as an extremely polite person.

Shun Yu looked at the darkening sky and also found it strange. Picking up the microphone on his desk, he said, “I’ll give her a call.”

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