The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

The Calligraphy Association had been closing at ten o’clock at night for the past month.

Jian Zhe said, “Today Mr. Qiu went home, and there’s no one at the Calligraphy Association, I’ll be right back.”

Jian Zhe lived at the Calligraphy Association; he had a key.

Worried that Bai Lian had been waiting alone for too long, Jian Zhe quietly asked Jian Rong, “Can you give me a ride back to the Calligraphy Association?”

The mansion was in a special location; there were no buses nearby, and taxis couldn’t drive in.

So Jian Zhe just asked Jian Rong.

He got along quite well with Jian Rong because Jian Zhe had come to Xiangcheng to replace Jian Rong, for which Jian Rong was quite grateful.

“Of course, I can.” The Ren Family had specifically provided a car for the Jian Family, and Jian Rong went to find Jian’s assistant to get the keys.

Usually, the Calligraphy Association didn’t close because Wallow Street became popular, and many tourists would come during the day to visit the Calligraphy Association and martial arts schools, which gave away free calligraphy to visitors.

So even during the New Year’s holidays, Qiu Xuezheng did not go home.

Jian Zhe lived in the Calligraphy Association and had a key.

Fearing that Bai Lian had been waiting too long, he quietly asked Jian Rong, “Can you give me a ride back to the Calligraphy Association?”

Jian’s assistant overheard from the side, his voice slightly loud, “Young Master Jian Zhe, you said your friend is waiting for you? You want Young Master Jian Rong to give you a ride to your friend?”

“What?” Jian’s father quickly lowered his voice and looked at Jian Zhe, “Didn’t I tell you not to go back tonight and to study with Jian Rong tomorrow?”

Everyone knew that Jian Zhonghai had found a teacher for Jian Rong to prepare for graduate school entrance exams.

“I’m studying with other people,” Jian Zhe frowned, “and Sister Bai is still waiting for me.”

All this talk about Bai Jian, Bai Jian—Jian’s father felt a surge of blood rushing to his forehead when he heard about the friends his son was making, “You…”

Their voices grew loud, and Jian Zhonghai could hear them too. He put down his teacup and glanced at Jian’s assistant, “Young Master Jian Rong still has to study, you take him to the main road.”

One could hail a taxi from the main road.

Ren Qian sat next to Jian Zhonghai, sipping tea quietly, not intervening in their family matters.

Jian’s assistant respectfully answered, “Yes.”

He took the car keys and drove Jian Zhe.

Jian Rong looked at Jian Zhe somewhat apologetically; he could have insisted on taking Jian Zhe himself, but Jian Rong didn’t want to upset Jian Zhonghai.

Jian’s assistant dropped Jian Zhe off on the main road, “Take care on your way, Young Master Jian Zhe.”

After the drop-off, Jian’s assistant went upstairs to find Jian Zhonghai.

“This Jian Zhe is becoming increasingly disobedient,” Jian Zhonghai put down his pen with a cold expression, “Didn’t his father say he was going to prepare for the graduate school entrance exams too? Why haven’t I seen him studying, and what is he off to do now?”

“I heard it’s to deliver keys to his friend,” Jian’s assistant shook his head.

“Let Jian Rong lessen his contact with him,” Jian Zhonghai lightly blew on the wet ink.

Mixing all day with friends who were up to no good.

**

Meanwhile.

Jian Zhe quickly arrived at the door of the Calligraphy Association.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw the brightly lit scene opposite, where Jiang Fulai stood out from the crowd.

Close to nine o’clock, the number of tourists showed no sign of decreasing. Jian Zhe made his way through the crowd to speak with Bai Lian, “Shall we go to the Calligraphy Association now? But why are you still here so late?”

“Oh, it’s not me,” Bai Lian slightly turned her head, her tone casual, “he wants to stay here.”

She nodded her chin forward.

Only then did Jian Zhe notice in front of Bai Lian were Pu Xiaohan and an old man—

The old man turned around, giving Jian Zhe a small nod, “Excuse me.”

Very polite.

“Ah…no, no,” Jian Zhe thought only Bai Lian would be there, he stammered for a moment, “no, no trouble at all.”

A puppet show had just ended.

The crowd gathered in small clusters. Jian Zhe, holding the key to the Calligraphy Association, walked ahead, his steps soft and lacking strength as if treading on cotton.

When he was opening the door to the Calligraphy Association, Jian Zhe was still in a daze.

Sect Leader Jian was going to stay here?

As soon as the door to the Calligraphy Association opened, Bai Lian went to turn on the lights in the courtyard. Sect Leader Jian stood on the steps, observing the small table in the yard with an ink stone on it.

After so many years, looking at the Calligraphy Association again, these writing supplies were no longer his nightmare.

“You should stay next to Jian Zhe,” Bai Lian had asked Qiu Xuezheng. She opened the door to the room next to Jian Zhe’s, which was furnished with disposable amenities, “This is usually for receiving guests, if you need anything, just look for Jian Zhe.”

After speaking, Bai Lian also reminded Jian Zhe, “Take good care of Sect Leader Jian.”

“I know.” Jian Zhe nodded solemnly.

Sect Leader Jian went in to inspect the room. Outside, Pu Xiaohan spoke to Bai Lian, “Sister Lian, do you want to record a video?”

“What video?” Bai Lian sat lazily on a small table, her slender fingers adjusting the ink stone.