The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress - Chapter 210:
Chapter 210: 078 Disdain for all things Jiang Fulai, how awesome was the Dayong era!_2
Translator: 549690339
Bai Lian held her chopsticks, slightly leaning against the back of her chair. She seemed languid all day, her mood not very high.
She spoke at a leisurely pace, “I don’t know him.”
“I know, I know,” Zhang Shize was very excited, filling in Pu Xiaohan with information. “One of the shareholders of Time Entertainment, he even came to Xiangcheng with Sister Yan this time. He’s Sister Yan’s boss and also a philanthropist, having donated a lot to orphanages!”
There were many media reports about General Manager Liu’s charity work.
“Time Entertainment, that’s Man Xi’s company!” Weng Qi chimed in cheerfully.
Zhang Shize shot him a glance, “What Man Xi? She’s not even as pretty as my Sister Yan. Why don’t you stan my Sister Yan?”
“Yan Lu?” Weng Qi shook his head, “No way, she’s ranks several tiers below Man Xi. Man Xi is A-list, your Sister Yan is… okay okay, C-list, happy now? Can you even compare? Plus, Man Xi is the entertainment industry’s recognized goddess beauty, her acting is great, and she can sing too…”
“My Sister Yan is clearly prettier!” Zhang Shize disagreed.
The two of them started arguing about who was prettier.
“No need to argue anymore,” Pu Xiaohan slammed the table, settling the matter, “None of them are as pretty as Sister Lian.”
Zhang Shize and Weng Qi both touched their noses.
That was a point they couldn’t refute.
“Sister,” Zhang Shize suddenly picked up his chopsticks, addressing Bai Lian, “If you go into the entertainment industry, you’ll crush Man Xi. Her fans blindly hail her as a goddess beauty every day. A bunch of ignoramuses! You should go and show them what true goddess beauty is!”
Weng Qi cursed him out, “Yan Lu can’t beat our girl, so you’re seeking outside help, huh? Sister Lian is the one who needs to dominate the academic world. Zhang Erbi, watch out, the principal might climb up to your bed in the middle of the night!”
“Yo yo yo, you’re scared, you’re scared, lulululu.”
Pu Xiaohan was used to it.
She shrugged at Bai Lian, “That’s how fervent fans are.”
“Yan Lu saved your life or something, that’s why you like her so much?” Weng Qi couldn’t out-argue Zhang Shize, so he muttered.
Zhang Shize leaned back, raising his eyebrows, “That’s right.”
Weng Qi: “…?”
“I fell into a river when I was little, I was about to get washed away,” Zhang Shize shared the story for the first time with people at the dinner table, “Sister Yan jumped in and saved me.”
Weng Qi: “…”
No way, you’re serious???
West City, cemetery.
The old gatekeeper watching TV saw the woman in a black dress lingering at the foot of the mountain for a long time, and he couldn’t help sticking his head out, “Miss, are you here to pay respects to someone? Don’t remember the way?”
Yan Lu took off her sunglasses, tilting her head back slightly and smiling at the old man, “No.”
The old man glanced at Yan Lu, feeling she looked somewhat familiar, “Then hurry up and leave, this place has heavy yin energy.”
“Sure,” Yan Lu lifted her chin, the warm sunshine illuminating her exceptionally bright face, “Grandpa, how much is a grave here?”
“Here? Twelve thousand a spot,” the old man switched channels, he didn’t have many people to chat with, so he talked a bit more with Yan Lu, “Are you preparing it for an elder? Then you should hurry, the price is going up next month.”
Twelve thousand, not expensive.
Yan Lu thanked him, “I will buy one before then.”
As she turned to leave, the old man suddenly remembered who she was, “I remember now, aren’t you that celebrity Yan, Yan…”
Yan Lu paused. As a minor eighteenth-tier celebrity, she almost never needed to wear a mask when going out.
She didn’t expect to be recognized, “Yan Lu.”
“Right, Yan Lu,” the old man became somewhat excited, “My granddaughter really likes you. She has many of your photos in her room. Could you give her an autograph?”
He took out paper and pen.
Yan Lu stared at the paper and pen for a long moment, signed her name, and murmured softly, “Please thank her for her fondness for me.”
Evening.
Ji Heng, who had been providing companionship at the hospital all day, was worriedly designing robes for Lance at home.
Bai Lian intended to take the bus to the hospital.
She hadn’t yet reached the bus stop when she saw a car parked by the roadside.
She opened the passenger door and sat down.
In the back seat, Jiang He, who was twisting a Rubik’s cube, looked up at Bai Lian silently, then sighed dejectedly and continued with the cube.
Jiang Fulai was in the driver’s seat, his left hand lightly resting on the steering wheel, his presence notably chilly, he turned his head slightly to look at Bai Lian, his fingertips absently tapping on the black steering wheel.
Bai Lian casually greeted him, seemingly no different from usual days.
He seemed thoughtful.
Bai Lian felt that Jiang Fulai must have known she was going to the hospital; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been waiting for her. However, once she got into the car, he didn’t speak for a long time.
He just rested his hand on the steering wheel, looking out the window, offering her only the very sharp profile of his face.
