The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress - Chapter 470

Chapter 470: Fortune 185 Show Crew, Epic Meetup (Second Update)_3

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It wasn’t that there was something wrong, it’s just that Hen Zhiwei thought it was a joke to have a girl teach them acupuncture, so he didn’t show up.

Bai Lian nodded and didn’t ask any more questions, as she was chatting with Hen Zhiwei.

The conversation drifted towards acupuncture, and since modern acupuncture differed from that of ancient times, Bai Lian was careful not to teach indiscriminately.

Jiang Fulai hadn’t been there long when Jiang Xijue’s call came through; he ended the call with a solemn expression and said goodbye to Bai Lian before heading out.

He returned to his own place.

Jiang He was staying at Ji Heng’s, but at the moment, only Xiao Bingwen and Xu Nanjing were there, and Xu Nanjing had come back late last night and had just woken up.

Seeing Jiang Fulai return, Xu Nanjing stood up and looked outside, “How come it’s only you? Where’s little sister Bai Lian?”

“At the herbal medicine shop in the east of the city,” Jiang Fulai replied casually as he put down his coat.

“Herbal medicine shop?” Xu Nanjing was somewhat surprised. Was Bai Lian going to buy medicine?

He hadn’t associated Bai Lian with herbal medicine, but he didn’t ask any further.

**

By noon.

Bai Lian thought that Hen Zhiwei’s understanding of modern acupuncture was about right, so she got up and grabbed her backpack.

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Initially skeptical of Bai Lian, Hen Zhiwei became quite enthusiastic after talking to her all morning, “Miss Bai, aren’t you going to have lunch here?”

It was already lunch time.

Bai Lian looked down at her phone, which showed a location sent by He Wen, and shook her head, “No, I’m not.”

The tourist area on the eastern side of Xiangcheng had a lot of good food.

The restaurant He Wen had chosen was on Peace Street, and Bai Lian arrived at a small tavern after a short walk.

“Sorry,” the staff member hesitated when he saw Bai Lian and then spoke, “We’re fully booked today, how about coming back tomorrow?”

“I have a friend inside,” Bai Lian reported the table number He Wen had sent her, “Table 28.”

Inside the quaint little tavern.

Table 28 was close to the first-floor window, with the wooden window supported by a thick beam, offering a view of the slow-flowing river outside and the arch bridge ahead.

He Wen rarely dined out; he found this popular restaurant in Xiangcheng online. Dressed in a blue hoodie and dark jeans, his fair complexion stood out as he was looking down at his phone.

He returned to WeChat to check the message he had sent Bai Lian.

Bai Lian hadn’t replied yet.

He reopened the document and leisurely browsed through the files.

Until he heard the waiter’s voice overhead, “Miss, table 28 is here.”

Senior?

A jolt of excitement hit He Wen, and he immediately stood up, looking over as the waiter stepped aside to reveal the person behind him.

It was a very young girl.

The girl, dressed in a long green dress, casually glanced his way with her dark almond-shaped eyes, which reflected He Wen’s stunned expression and her lazy brows.

Some say that a research paper is the best beauty treatment in academia.

He Wen was more than passable in looks, quite sought after in his circle, certainly more decent compared to the likes of Director Huang who had gone bald in middle age.

Therefore, for a moment, he didn’t associate this excessively beautiful person in front of him with “Bai Lian.” He Wen hesitantly uttered one word, “Senior?”

Bai Lian casually pulled out the chair opposite him, sat down, picked up the red tea that had already been poured, and took a sip with her head down, “Mhm.”

Senior?

The passing waiter was startled.

Really a senior???

The goddess of the Tianshan Mountains?

The waiter couldn’t help but turn his head to look at the excessively exquisite-looking girl, taking in a sharp breath, ‘No way, right?’

**

After Bai Lian and He Wen finished their meal, it was still early.

She had just started eating when Xu Nanjing called, his voice casual over the phone, “Little sister Bai Lian, where are you? I’ll come to pick you up, Jiang has something to deal with.”

She needed to go to the library to do her homework in the afternoon and was going to Yan Lu’s place in the evening.

Bai Lian gave Xu Nanjing the address.

“I looked at the summary you sent, it’s a type of the Riemann hypothesis,” He Wen talked about academic issues with Bai Lian as they ate slowly, the lab confidentiality meant he couldn’t say much, “but it’s not very rigorous…”

The waiter, because of the ‘senior’ comment, came over several times to pour tea and try to find out the scoop.

He was all at sea.

Finished with the meal, Bai Lian was going to wait on the roadside for Xu Nanjing.

He Wen offered to walk her there and finally couldn’t resist tilting his head, politely asking, “Senior, how old are you?”

When the paper was submitted, the information for the second author had been filled in by Jiang Fulai.

So He Wen didn’t know Bai Lian’s details; he just thought she was like him, from some lab and about his age.

Until now.

“Me?” Bai Lian followed the landmarks and stopped at an intersection, waiting for Xu Nanjing. Hearing the question, she turned to look at He Wen, “High school senior.”

He Wen: “…”

When He Wen didn’t reply for a while, Bai Lian slowly took out her Bluetooth earpiece, “What’s up?”

What’s up?

Whose high school student is discussing such a complex mathematical model with others?

Even He Wen, a scholarly overachiever, was at a loss. He looked up, about to speak to Bai Lian.

“Ssshh” —

The sound of tires skidding across the road.

A silver convertible sports car stopped beside them, and Xu Nanjing, one hand on the steering wheel and the other taking off his glasses, looked at Bai Lian with a corner of his mouth hooked, “Bai…”

He caught a glimpse of the guy next to Bai Lian just then.

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