The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 600 - : 233 came to Beijing, gathered _2

Chapter 600: 233 came to Beijing, gathered _2

Dean Jian put the notebook aside on the adjacent stand and suddenly remembered something, “Do you want to shoot some Jiangyin content?”

“Jiangyin…” Pu Xiaohan paused, the moment she saw those two paintings coming out of the elevator, a special idea had occurred to her.

Jiangyin was already a school with a rich history.

The two were talking.

Old Hu, who had just handed a bottle of milk to the only child on set, trembled at his hand. He could understand Bai Lian, after all, he had guessed Bai Lian’s identity back then.

But—

Who was the girl that called Jian Zhongyou “Grandpa Jian” as soon as they met?

He unconsciously tightened his grip on the milk bottle, watching Pu Xiaohan’s retreating figure.

Pu Xiaohan was pondering the possibilities for a new video when she turned around to see Old Hu and Jiang He each holding the top and the bottom half of a milk carton.

She was puzzled, was this a gesture of giving or not?

Following Pu Xiaohan’s gaze, Old Hu realized he was still holding the milk and quickly let go, “Kid, you drink.”

**

Bai Lian and Yan Lu also hadn’t seen each other in a long while. After recording, they ate lunch at a private restaurant next to Jiangyin.

Yan Lu could be recognized on the streets at any time now, making it less convenient for her to get around.

Xinjie didn’t disturb the small gathering, waiting outside for Yan Lu to finish eating.

When they came out, Xinjie greeted Bai Lian and the others before driving Yan Lu back to the hotel.

Yan Lu had to attend a gala that evening and was in a rush to get there.

“I just finalized the plans with the company,” Xinjie said from the driver’s seat, telling Yan Lu about the recent arrangements, “These songs have been included in the ‘Gambling with Liquor’ album and submitted for the Hua Qu Award.”

This year, Yan Lu’s success in both television dramas and music meant the company would not let slip this popularity.

Yan Lu took off her mask and fisherman’s hat and picked up the script in the car, looking up upon hearing this, “But these songs have all been released separately.”

The number of songs was barely enough to meet the requirements.

“Yes, but the organizer personally called me,” Xinjie sighed, “The music scene has declined in recent years, and the Hua Qu Award has lost much of its impact, you are their special invitee.”

The entire music industry was in decline, no longer showcasing the battles between legends.

Bai Jian’s sudden descent into the music industry had captured the attention of musicians who dedicated their lives to music. Bai Jian had no company, no marketing, and not even past works; it was as if he appeared out of nowhere just for Yan Lu.

He sparked an unprecedented trend in the music industry.

After being quiet for so long, the music industry was bustling with activity again.

From “Gambling with Liquor” to “Another Autumn” to “Cold Season Tassels” and the latest “Reunion”… each song had a unique style, coupled with Dean Jian’s magical arrangements.

Not to mention the best lyrics, best composition, best arrangement and so on, the song of the year, aside from “Cold Season Tassels” which dominated foreign charts for two months, couldn’t possibly be any other.

**

Shanhai Apartment, 302.

Jiang Fulai rarely took an afternoon nap, and by the time he woke up, dusk had fallen.

Dressed in soft pajamas, he drew back the curtains; the room was unlit and dim, casting a shadow over everything inside. Outside, the complex was extremely quiet. Because it was summer break, hardly any people were visible. His fine, black hair was tousled messily across his forehead.

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The room was empty, the world outside was hazy, and the silence was deep.

Jiang Fulai was uncharacteristically relaxed, leaning against the window, exuding a sense of nobility yet aloofness, watching as the streetlights in the complex began to turn on.

About two minutes later, he reached for the cellphone on the bedside table, opening WeChat to ask if Bai Lian had returned, while simultaneously opening the door to the room.

As the door opened, the chandelier light poured over him.

In the living room, Jiang He sat on the carpet, engrossed in a jigsaw puzzle.

Bai Lian sat cross-legged beside him, passing him the puzzle pieces he needed. Her white skirt spread across the carpet, blooming with colorful poppies.

Her right wrist was casually placed on her knee, the knee supporting a book, while her left hand casually tossed puzzle pieces to Jiang He.

Under the chandelier light, she seemed enveloped in a diffused glow, exuding an air of leisurely grace.

It was a portrait of peaceful times.

When Bai Lian looked up and saw Jiang Fulai standing at the doorway, she leisurely turned a page, “Awake?”

“Yeah,” Jiang Fulai walked over to them, kneeling beside her, elegant and noble, looking down at the book she was reading, “Why didn’t you call me when you got back?”

It was rare for Bai Lian to not be looking at literature; she was reading the original “Don Quixote,” which she had borrowed from Jiang University’s library.

“You rarely sleep this long.”

“These last few days have indeed been busy,” Jiang Fulai spoke.