The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 686 - : Meet at 273, out of the mountain _1

Chapter 686: Meet at 273, out of the mountain _1

Just one table by itself?

The butler looked at Ji Heng, hesitating a bit. After all, Ji Heng was an elder, and it didn’t seem right for him to sit with a bunch of kids.

“It’s fine,” Ji Heng had never been particular about these things. If not for Bai Lian and the others, he wouldn’t have come back to Jiangjing. Seeing the butler’s hesitation, he lowered his head and took a drag of his cigarette, “You arrange it like that.”

“I’ll go back and discuss it with the young lady.”

Outside the courtyard gate, Lance and Jiang He were still squatting under the sun umbrella, looking at the newly sown seeds.

The wind outside was actually a bit chilly. He told Jiang He to come in and put on a jacket.

...

“And Miss Mu Lan,” the butler remembered this matter, “made an appointment for next Wednesday to transfer her household registration.”

The ordeal of Ji Mulan’s household registration went through several twists and turns.

After countless obstacles, the Ji family’s children ultimately returned to the Mu Family, and now only Bai Lian remained on Ji Heng’s household registration book.

Smoke wafted through the air.

Ji Heng lowered his eyelids.

The butler, having conveyed his message, did not stay to disturb Ji Heng any further. After speaking with Ji Heng, he left with the crab roe buns that Ji Heng had given him.

Lance came in with Jiang He, and seeing the crab lying in the box in the hallway, he was startled, then said, “There are still some left? I don’t feel like eating today!”

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**

At six o’clock in the evening, Kangyu Tower.

Gao Shu was somewhat nervous. She had come an hour early and was on the phone with Gao Yan, inquiring about Bai Lian’s personality.

“You’re asking about Lian? Don’t be nervous,” on the other end of the phone, Gao Yan set down the fan in her hand, walked out to the porch to look at the koi under the bridge, “She’s very well-behaved and polite…”

Gao Yan leaned on the bridge railing, her figure illuminated by the light in front, uttering a string of praises for Bai Lian.

These things had already been discussed between her and Gao Shu over WeChat.

It was the same old story.

Gao Shu briefly met Bai Lian once before and could tell just from her appearance that Bai Lian was a person of cultivation and grace, no doubt nurtured in culture and the arts from a young age.

Speaking of which, Gao Shu, like Gao Yan, found it strange. Where had Bai Lian encountered such traditional cultural influence?

“I know, but I’m still a bit nervous,” Gao Shu responded with a wry smile. She had reached the position of deputy director in her thirties, and now a promotion was imminent. She had never been this nervous, not even when she alone had managed to protect her unconscious nephew. “Sigh, it hasn’t been easy getting to today, and I still don’t know if that girl can put up with his temper.”

Jiang Fulai and his sister and brother-in-law bore no resemblance to each other. Since his parents passed away at the age of eight, he turned into a completely different person—aloof.

He was indifferent toward everyone, sparing little words or laughter, even scolding Jiang Xijue for no reason.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Gao Yan said, raising her eyebrows when Gao Shu mentioned this subject.

Gao Shu hung up the phone, somewhat surprised.

She had just asked Gao Yan about Bai Lian’s preferences and had Secretary Xue call over Kangyu Tower’s manager to discuss the dishes, pastries, and teas to be served later.

The manager bowed respectfully as he entered, replying to Gao Shu, “Jiang Shao has already arranged these.”

“He did it himself?” Gao Shu stood up, surprised.

“Yes.”

Gao Shu was quite astonished. Considering Jiang Fulai’s expression, which always seemed to say ‘who are you,’ he was nonchalant even about his own meals. Jiang He was so picky, and only Ming Dongheng and Jiang Xijue would look after him.

It seemed somewhat fantastical.

After the manager left, Gao Shu took her seat by the window again, and Secretary Xue poured her a cup of tea, “Now you can relax too.”

Gao Shu took the teacup and nodded his head.

There was still time. Secretary Xue stood beside her, bringing up a formal issue, “Yesterday Xiao Li saw Mr. Shuo having dinner with Deputy Director Jiu. Deputy Director Jiu… why is he so persistent in his grudge against you?”

Shuo Qingyu had dinner with Gao Shu last week, where they discussed the issue of composing.

This week, Jiu Yinghui reached out to Shuo Qingyu.

Gao Shu had a certain influence in both the Jiang Family and the scientific research circle.

However, in the drama theater, Gao Shu had fought her way to where she was today all on her own.

Her son, though learning piano behind Master Jian, knew Master Jian treated all three of his disciples equally.

“If only Master Jian were still composing now,” Gao Shu said softly, skimming off the surface foam, “I wouldn’t have to contend with Jiu Yinghui anymore.”

Master Jian was Gao Shu’s first choice.

Secretary Xue was momentarily at a loss for words, aware of the difficulties Gao Shu had faced along her journey, but aside from Lou Jiu, no one in the Gao Family stood side by side with her.

Lou Jiu was still an apprentice and hadn’t inherited Gao Shu’s artistic talent; what he could do was indeed minimal.

**

At six-fifty, Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai arrived.