The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 642 - : 254 Break Out of the Encirclement (Part 1)_1

Chapter 642: 254 Break Out of the Encirclement (Part 1)_1

Yu Simin and Kong Wei had never seen Ming Dongheng before, but at this moment, Yu Simin could handle things better than Kong Wei. She thanked Ming Dongheng, “Thank you.”

Ming Dongheng gave a slight nod to them and then turned to head for the lab building. His visit to Jiang University was not just to deliver milk tea but also to bring a document for Jiang Fulai.

But first, he helped Bai Lian deliver milk tea to her roommate.

The black car drove away.

It was then that Kong Wei dared to speak to Yu Simin, holding the plastic bag in her hand, “Yu Simin, that guy just now seemed like a gangster from a TV drama.”

Ming Dongheng, having been around Jiang Fulai for a long time and specially trained, had truly seen blood.

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His presence was very noticeable.

Setting him apart from the nearby university students.

Yu Simin stood next to Kong Wei, watching the car move away, gazing at the rear license plate for a long time, seemingly lost in thought.

There were still tasks waiting for them in the auditorium.

Ye Jingxian had just moved a chair out when she saw the two, “What milk tea did Bai Lian’s junior bring for you two?”

The mention of “Bai Lian” made everyone else look over.

“It’s made by her aunt,” Kong Wei said with a smile, pulling out the milk tea, which was in a plain paper cup sealed with tape on top and a compostable straw on the side.

Still thinking about that stranger, she inserted the straw and took a sip.

A unique tea fragrance that Kong Wei had never tasted at any other milk tea place.

Kong Wei immediately sent a message to Bai Lian telling her how delicious the milk tea was.

“What’s this?” Lun Jing picked up a registration form, his tasks for the day done, ready to have a meal with his dorm mates when he noticed postcards packed separately in a bag beside him.

“It came with the milk tea,” Yu Simin reached out and took two postcards from the bag, feeling they were probably labels of some sort, “Bai Lian’s aunt’s milk tea is really good…”

She was cut off mid-sentence when she saw the cover of a postcard.

It was a signed photo of a woman with misty blue short hair, dressed in a white tank top, with a leather jacket draped over her, turned sideways to the camera, with all her blue hair slicked back behind her ears.

Golden marker flourished around the edge of the blue hair, signing the name “Yan Lu.”

“Damn,” Lun Jing exclaimed, looking at the signed photo, “A Yan Lu autograph?!”

Everyone knew the impact of a blockbuster drama, especially since Yan Lu had personally endorsed it, and now the name “Yan Lu” was stamped with Bai Xiangjun’s label. Any mention of this historical figure first brought Yan Lu to mind.

The appearance of the “Yan Lu autograph” caught the attention of the boys and girls present.

A crowd from the student council gathered around.

Yu Simin and Kong Wei realized what was happening and each clutched a postcard close to their chests.

“You two are so stingy?” A girl squeezed over, “Let me see my wife’s autograph.”

“Is it really real?!”

“Where did you two get these?”

“…”

After the crowd caused a commotion,

Ye Jingxian saw Yu Simin pulling the signed photo out of the bag; the milk tea had been sent over by Bai Lian.

“So, the junior sent each of you a signed photo?” Ye Jingxian clutched her chest.

Kong Wei gasped, “Yes, the first time we met was at a scramble for an album, she knows I and Yu Simin are fans of Sister Lu.”

Ye Jingxian forced her eyes away, she rose wearily to go backstage, “I don’t feel quite right, going out first.”

Yu Simin, Kong Wei: “…”

Senior sister, it’s the body, the body!

But the milk tea was really good, the two of them bowed their heads and took another sip.

**

At Shanhai Apartment, when Ming Dongheng returned to report, he looked expressionless at the old Ban Zhang tea base Shen Qing was stewing for the milk tea.

“Xiaoming, would you like some?” Shen Qing held out the last cup of milk tea to Ming Dongheng.

Ming Dongheng took it, “Thank you.”

Shen Qing couldn’t tell good tea from bad, so she didn’t know that Bai Lian’s regular dwelling was especially pricier old Ban Zhang tea for the past year.

Old Ban Zhang tea had doubled in price over the past year, and Jiang Fulai was largely to blame.

Ming Dongheng thought it was best not to let Shen Qing know just how much good tea he had managed to take advantage of.

Upstairs.

Jiang Fulai was sitting in Bai Lian’s study, wearing comfortable home clothes, leaning slightly against the chair back, the study light harshly illuminating his features.

He wore a Bluetooth earphone, tapping a light-colored graphite pencil between his fingers unhurriedly, using its top end to adjust his glasses on his nose bridge, briefing the team members, “So, none have been confirmed?”

Jiang University online meeting.