The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 277 - : 105 Brother Jiang’s Gift of a Guqin, a Cross-Century Top-Tier Collaboration (Second Update)_2

Chapter 277: 105 Brother Jiang’s Gift of a Guqin, a Cross-Century Top-Tier Collaboration (Second Update)_2

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Evening.

Jiang Fulai had just rushed back from Lin City.

He lazily parked his car in front of the library, and only after people began to emerge did he leisurely honk his horn to let Bai Lian know he was across the street.

Of course, he didn’t really need to remind her.

His car was the only one of its kind in the whole Xiangcheng, and its presence had already attracted quite a crowd.

Many had even taken out their cellphones to take pictures.

When Jiang Fulai rolled down his window, those people hurriedly ran off with their phones.

“Mr. Jiang,” Ning Xiao and Tang Ming came over to greet him.

Jiang Fulai rested his left elbow casually on the rolled-down window, slightly tilted his head, his jet-black hair hanging down, his expression unchanged, and he asked in a methodical manner, “What’s the ranking now?”

He was referring to the Jiangjing University app ranking.

Tang Ming instinctively looked towards Ning Xiao.

Ning Xiao was very calm, “561.”

But Tang Ming was on the verge of tears, “…728.”

Jiang Fulai: “Heh.”

Ning Xiao, Tang Ming: “…”

Every time the two of them felt they were doing well, young master Jiang would accurately deliver a blow.

Study, they must study hard, they must study as if their lives depended on it!

Bai Lian opened the passenger door, “You should ask me too.”

Jiang Fulai calmly raised the car window, pretending he hadn’t heard what she said.

In the backseat, Jiang He was sulkily squeezed into a small corner by an item.

The car soon arrived at Purest Street, where fewer vehicles passed by, and Jiang Fulai parked the car at a very open spot.

Just as Bai Lian got out and was about to say goodbye to Jiang Fulai,

“Wait,” Jiang Fulai said, opening the driver’s door and stepping out.

Bai Lian still had earphones in her ears. She casually dismissed a word and waited for him.

Jiang Fulai walked around to Bai Lian’s side, pulled open the passenger door, glanced at Jiang He who silently drew his feet back, then nonchalantly picked up a nondescript grey rectangular bag from the back seat.

Over a meter in length, it nearly took up the entire space of the backseat.

“Hold this,” Jiang Fulai handed the item over to Bai Lian.

That length, that width.

At a glance, Bai Lian could tell it was a Guqin.

She didn’t immediately take it.

Jiang Fulai, holding the strap in his right hand and rubbing his left wrist with his left hand, sighed, “It’s so heavy…”

Bai Lian: “…”

She slowly hooked the strap with two fingers, then bounced it lightly a couple of times, easily managing the thirty-some pounds.

“Oh,” Jiang Fulai observed her slender fingers without a change in expression, “just something I found randomly, much cheaper than what Jiang Xiaoniao got, you can try it out first, if you’re not comfortable we can look for another next time.”

Jiangjing Art Exhibit.

A bunch of people looking at the exhibit saw one display—

Completely empty.

“Wasn’t it said that the Huanpei Guqin would be exhibited here?”

“Right, where’s the Guqin?”

“…”

Many students from the music academy wanted to see the Huanpei Guqin.

They wanted to see what a Guqin worth 2.88 million looked like.

“Oh, that,” a staff member came over, glanced at the spot, and smiled, “It was bought by a customer before it could be displayed.”

Bought already?

A crowd stood bewildered in the wind, having not even caught a glimpse.

Who comes to an exhibit and buys something without even looking at it first?

**

Ji Heng’s courtyard.

Today Ji Heng’s place was somewhat bustling, with the lights turned up bright.

Upon entering, Bai Lian immediately saw Lance sitting despondently at the stone table, Ji Shaorong occasionally speaking to Lance, and not far away were Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan, who were conversing with Ji Heng.

The clothes that Ji Heng had made for Lance were washed today and hadn’t dried yet.

Lance was currently wearing a retro green floral long shirt with matching pants, making him look somewhat like a long cucumber.

Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan spoke with Ji Heng and ignored Lance.

Seeing Bai Lian return, Lance’s eyes lit up, “Waiting for you…”

He paused, then switched to English. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Upon seeing Bai Lian return, Ren Qian also stood up and greeted her with a smile, “Alian is back.”

“Let’s go to my room,” Bai Lian saw a new cup placed in front of Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan, filled with tea, yet untouched, and she addressed only Lance.

At a glance, she could tell what was going on with the two from the Ren Family.

“Grandpa, I’ll go in first,” Bai Lian followed Lance into the room.

Her room used to belong to Ji Mulan; there was a desk, a small square table, and an eight-panel screen separating the outer area from the bed, providing a personal space. Lance sat by the small square table.

Bai Lian, as usual, gave Lance his acupuncture treatment.

Then she unzipped the bag and took out the Guqin.

The dark brown body of the Guqin, its 21 strings neatly arranged, the strings gleaming with silver light under the light, Bai Lian adjusted the bridges to the right positions, tuned the instrument, and then…