The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress - Chapter 190: 071 Gathering from All Directions, Converging in Xiangcheng (Second Shift)_1
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Chapter 190: 071 Gathering from All Directions, Converging in Xiangcheng (Second Shift)_1
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Chief Chen didn’t dare to ask at this moment how Director Lu had offended Bai Lian.
“Miss Bai, rest assured,” Chief Chen’s mind spun rapidly, “It’s just a background check. I will make sure to investigate thoroughly, even his ancestors won’t be able to escape.”
“Hmm,” Bai Lian bent down, picked up her backpack, her eyelashes lowered, and she thanked him at an unhurried pace, “Thank you.”
Chief Chen didn’t dare accept Bai Lian’s thanks.
Such a small matter, and the several suggestions Bai Lian had given him had made him feel on top of the world recently.
He stood still, watching Bai Lian leave, and waited until she boarded the bus.
Only then did Chief Chen wipe the sweat from his brow, unable to help thinking, would Bai Lian have torn him apart as well if he had known that Director Lu?
After that thought, he shivered with cold.
He immediately placed a phone call to look into the issues at Yongfu Residential Area and that Lu surname, who truly seemed to have a death wish.
Then he called Ji Shaojun.T/his chapter is updat𝓮d by n𝒐v(ê(l)biin.co/m
Ji Shaojun’s words were vague, only mentioning that Shen Qing was currently in the hospital and sticking to the same story, that she’d fallen down some stairs, nothing more was said.
Linking this to Bai Lian’s reaction, Chief Chen almost instantly guessed—
This matter must be related to that Director Lu.
“This Xiangcheng,” Chief Chen said as he dialed Jiang Fulai’s number, “why is it always causing me such trouble!”
He returned to his car, his demeanor incredibly stern.
This Lu surname, he’s done for.
School.
Pu Xiaohan saw Bai Lian and originally wanted to share the news that her video had gone viral.
But as her eyes lifted, she saw Bai Lian enter with a wrapping of coldness. Bai Lian gently placed her backpack on the desk, her black hair gathered behind her head, and those black pupils seemed to swallow all light.
The tranquil atmosphere spread outward from her at the center.
Even the usually oblivious Zhang Shize sensed something was off, and became quiet.
The physics teacher came to class and found the usually lively class eerily quiet, “Hmm, that’s how it should be. Everyone is doing very well today, Zhang Shize included.”
The physics teacher was very pleased.
Zhang Shize, with his head lowered, was inwardly cursing.
He was just scared.
Pu Xiaohan passed Bai Lian a note during class, asking her what was wrong.
Bai Lian held the note and wrote back briefly, stating that Shen Qing was still in emergency care but in need of Panda Blood.
Pu Xiaohan took the note back and looking at the reply, took a secret photo of it with her phone after class—
[One Big Bowl Per Meal: The young lady who played the guzheng yesterday, her aunt is in emergency care, are there any friends with rh negative blood nearby Xiangcheng (praying hands) (praying hands) (praying hands) [Picture]]
She hadn’t yet shared the good news that her video had gone viral with Bai Lian.
She gained two hundred thousand followers overnight, with views surpassing five million and still rapidly increasing.
Her comment section became active again as soon as she posted the video.
“Alian,” Pu Xiaohan looked back down, “do you have your aunt’s medical certification?”
Bai Lian, resting her chin on her hand, quietly gazed out the window. At the sound of the voice, she tilted her head, “Hmm,” and sent Xiaohan the photo she had taken the day before.
The photo contained Shen Qing’s information and the name of the hospital.
At noon, Bai Lian didn’t join them for lunch; she took her phone and left the school.
In Class 15, Pu Xiaohan gazed at Bai Lian’s retreating figure and murmured, “Her aunt must be very ill.”
Zhang Shize also frowned, scratching his head, “It’s a pity I’m not Panda Blood, I’m type B.”
Pu Xiaohan, busy replying to messages from concerned people, felt annoyed and dismissed him, “Hmm, that suits you well.”
The whole class inquired, but not one was Panda Blood.
The entire Class 15 proceeded to ask other people, and their families.
At midday, the sun was beating down fiercely.
Bai Lian had taken off her uniform and walked out of the school gate with her head down.
She walked straight to the bus stop until a familiar car parked to the left of the school gate honked its horn, causing Bai Lian to halt.
She looked up and saw the familiar car.
Changing her path, she walked over, opened the passenger door, and got in.
After fastening her seatbelt, she casually placed her coat on her lap and propped her elbow against the car window.
Jiang Fulai watched her quietly, her complexion even paler from the excessive blood drawn the night before.
Neither spoke, as Jiang Fulai started the car and without asking where she wanted to go, drove straight to Xiangcheng Hospital.
At twelve o’clock, Bai Lian received a message from Lance.
The two only communicated on WeChat, although Lance had called her that morning. His grasp on Chinese was mediocre at best, reading the text with difficulty and speaking rather laboriously.
So they reverted to WeChat for communication.
Lance had arrived in Beicheng.