The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 675 - : 268 roses look good in her hands only, ranked number 2 in points

Chapter 675: 268 roses look good in her hands only, ranked number 2 in points

Jiang Fulai nodded reservedly, his distinct knuckles holding a mobile phone, scanning the WeChat QR code laid out on Auntie Zhang’s counter.

He took the flowers handed to him.

Very fresh roses, unwrapped, with petals in the shape of wine cups dotted with droplets on their snow-white underbellies, making the rouge-colored roses even redder.

Jiang Fulai returned to the driver’s seat and handed a rose to the person sitting in the passenger seat.

Today, the car’s Bluetooth was not playing tedious academic papers; instead, it played the guzheng music of Principal Jian, a representative of both gentleness and passion.

His music was the same.

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Jiang Fulai tilted his head slightly, Bai Lian held the rose in her hand, casually pressing it against her cheek, while her other hand rested askew on the car window — her face, both restrained and bold, was just as the internet described: vibrant in her youth, like a horse galloping across a slanting bridge, with red sleeves beckoning from every floor.

Indeed, roses look best in that person’s hands.

**

Ji Shaojun’s residence.

Mu Yining had brought Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing back, and after such an eventful day, she accepted Ji Shaojun’s invitation for a cup of tea.

Shen Qing had little to say to the Mu Family, so she left Ji Shaojun to talk with them while she went to the balcony to collect laundry.

Dong Xiaobai had just brought Ren Wanxuan back when Mu Yining had not yet left.

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Since Ji Shaojun and Dong Xiaobai both were involved in the arts, they struck up a conversation and stayed for a cup of tea with Mu Yining.

The tea was rich in flavor; Mu Yining did not know how to appreciate tea, but Dong Xiaobai did.

He looked down, contemplating.

This didn’t seem like a tea the Mu Family would give to Ji Shaojun.

Curious, he asked an extra question.

Shen Qing answered with reserve, “This is tea brought by Xiaojiang.”

Xiaojiang? Which one?

Dong Xiaobai wanted to ask more, but seeing Shen Qing’s expression, he retracted his question and began to talk about Ren Wanxuan with Mu Yining and Ji Shaojun.

“You’re saying the Calligraphy Association president wants to recruit her?” Mu Yining was surprised to hear Dong Xiaobai’s words, as the Mu Family seldom studied calligraphy, but thanks to Dong Xiaobai, she knew that the Calligraphy Association was very strict about its membership; after all, it was backed by the Chen family and the Jiang Family, comparable to Principal Jian’s status in the national music circle.

She had not expected Ren Wanxuan to be able to join the Calligraphy Association.

Ren Wanxuan, feeling uncomfortable with Ji Shaojun’s serious demeanor, looked down, “Just lucky.”

She knew Bai Lian was also proficient in the Liang script, and wondered whether her calligraphy had improved over the year.

“There’s a bit of luck involved,” Dong Xiaobai smiled. Ren Wanxuan was far behind in skill; after all, calligraphy needed a certain talent, and Ren Wanxuan lacked it, but due to the Dong Family’s connections, the Calligraphy Association president was willing to show some face. The calligraphy circle really favored the Liang style, “My dad himself didn’t master Liang script, but he sees Wanxuan is quite fond of it.”

The Dong Family had many who studied painting and calligraphy, but only a few seriously knew the Liang script.

And among them, not a single girl.

It was inevitable; girls inherently have less wrist strength, and in Beijing, the only girl who wrote the Liang style well was the vice president’s disciple, Xu Yajun.

“Alian’s handwriting is also very beautiful.” Amid their conversation, Shen Qing suddenly spoke.

Ji Shaojun had indeed heard from Ji Heng that Bai Lian had spent some time last year practicing large characters by suspending a piece of heavy iron, but Ji Shaojun had only seen Bai Lian’s Guange style.

Were Ji Family’s genes that good?

Dong Xiaobai looked towards Shen Qing, “She writes…”

“Something Guan…” Shen Qing had heard Tang Ming and others talk about Bai Lian practicing some script that made the science students feel inferior because their teacher complained about not finding answers.

“Guange style,” Dong Xiaobai knew immediately which style she meant but also lost some interest, “It’s quite a bonus for a girl to practice this style.”

He and Mu Yining didn’t stay long at Ji Shaojun’s place.

After leaving, the two got into the car together.

Because Shen Qing brought up Bai Lian, Dong Xiaobai inquired more about Bai Lian.

“The top scorer in the college entrance exam?” He sat up straight in surprise, “Then what did your old man say?”

Mu Yining shook her head.

Dong Xiaobai sat back down, “He won’t come out even if offered the title of top scorer on the national exam? But… the genes in your cousin’s line seem to be much better than those in yours. A top scorer, eh, could earn a place on the Clan’s plaque. It’s a pity that I’m going back to the Dong Family today; otherwise, I could have met your niece.”

Though he had never met her, he was curious about Bai Lian.

Mu Yining also found it strange, “Even if you went, you wouldn’t be able to see her. She seems to be busy today; it’s hard for even me to get a glimpse.”

“The National Day’s seven-day holiday. Even heartless companies should give time off. Isn’t she just done with her college entrance exams and still a student? What’s got her busy?”

As for what exactly she was busy with, Mu Yining didn’t know either.

Of Ji Shaojun’s two nieces, Ren Wanxuan could be seen through at a glance, while Bai Lian always remained enigmatic.

**

The seven-day National Day holiday sounded long, but it passed in a flash.

Many people woke up on the eighth day wishing they held a time machine in their hands, so they could press a button and return to the first day of the holiday to start over.

In the Tongfeng class, Tang Ming swore with his hand raised, “Really, I put it in the book after I copied it, it must be Brother Ding who accidentally handed it in.”

Ding Wenyang had just arrived in class and a huge blame was immediately placed on him.

The rest of the class were discussing various topics, while Gao Yuan was surrounded by a group of people, with exclamations erupting from time to time, “One million three hundred thousand points? And you, Wang Xi, how many points do you have?”

“Just hit a million.”

“That’s not too little,” said someone by Gao Yuan’s side, “You’ll definitely have your chance in the mid-term practical test.”

Ding Wenyang, sitting beside Tang Ming in a daze, overheard their conversation and curiously asked Tang Ming, “How many points do you have on the app?”

“What points?” Tang Ming’s eyes darted about as he shifted the topic from the blame he had placed on Ding Wenyang, his hand resting on Ding Wenyang’s shoulder, “You tell me.”

“The preparatory camp’s app, don’t you know? A lot of our subsequent group competitions and slot allocations will be based on the total scoreboard. I’m at 900,000 points,” said Ding Wenyang, rather proud of his score.

The newbie question bank only lasted for one year; afterwards, to earn points, one had to tackle the challenge bank.

Every million points marked a milestone.

Eight million points could get you into the top twenty, nine million into the top five.

Seven million into the top forty, six million into the top eighty.

…

One million put you within the top thousand.

At 900,000 points, he was already ranked in the top three thousand. The platform gathered geniuses from across the country of nearly twenty years, and with over ten thousand registrants, Ding Wenyang felt quite smug to have reached the top three thousand within a year.

“You are so impressive,” Tang Ming genuinely complimented.

“No problem, if there’s anything you don’t know later on, you can ask me,” Ding Wenyang, buoyed by the praise, was floating on air. In his reverie, he noticed Bai Lian sitting beside them.

She was lounging casually, wearing a sky-blue satin jacket as Beijing had cooled down after a rain following National Day, her hair tied back loosely, engrossed in reading a thesis.

Wait.

Ding Wenyang’s heart skipped a beat and he took out his phone, opened the blue app, and searched for “Bai Lian.”

No results.

Strange.

Ding Wenyang continued to search on his phone, typing in Tang Ming’s name at random, and this time the results came up quickly.

[Account Name: Tang Ming

Monthly Points: 58741

Total Points: 1987449

Following: 5

Followers: 2]

Ding Wenyang paused on this page for a good while, his finger hovering over it, then he came back to his senses, trembling fingers searching for Ning Xiao.