久久婷婷丁香五月综合五

Chapter 120: 047 Director Jian doesn’t care about his master’s post (second update)_3

Only then did he gently pick up his smartphone and leave the room.

The door was closed properly.

Jiang Fulai put the smartphone back into his pocket, went to the study to deal with some documents sent from the Jiang Family, and then returned to his own room, the whole house still vast and quiet.

He absentmindedly picked up the remote control to close the curtains, when suddenly he heard a lazy yawn coming from the smartphone in his pocket—

“You last longer than I do.”

He was startled and looked down to light up the screen.

On the other end of the phone, Bai Lian was laughing lazily: “I’m going to sleep first.”

The video call ended.

Jiang Fulai realized belatedly.

So there had been someone there all along.

The next day.

Bai Lian got up a little later than usual.

Ji Heng, who hadn’t been woken up by anyone for the first time, was slightly unaccustomed.

Bai Lian sent Jiang He a period and then went straight to school, without the time to make a detour to see him in the morning.

Yang Lin was still absent from class today.

Bai Lian slowly took out her books and homework from her schoolbag, starting to ponder.

Outside the door, Ren Wanxuan suddenly appeared.

A person from the Crown Prince Class, it was Ren Wanxuan.

The students of Class 15 suddenly fell silent.

Ren Wanxuan did not look at anyone; she just looked indifferently at Bai Lian, “Bai Lian, the principal wants you to come to his office.”

Having said that, she left directly.

After she left, Zhang Shize looked at Bai Lian: “It’s Ren Wanxuan who came to notify you; sis, when did you even get to know her?”

The rest of Class 15 was also curious.

Bai Lian packed up her schoolbag and just quirked an eyebrow.

Pu Xiaohan looked at Bai Lian and suddenly remembered the incident during the last school anniversary; she leaned back, “Alian, let’s leave the school anniversary issue as it is. We can’t afford to provoke Ren Wanxuan or Chen Wei, especially Ren Wanxuan. I heard…”

She glanced around and lowered her voice, “Her grandfather is that Mr. Ren from our Xiangcheng.”

These were all rumors around the school, but the students hardly doubted them.

“Right,” Zhang Shize frowned, “Even Chen Wei doesn’t dare to mess with her. You can blame me for what happened. When you go to the principal’s office, don’t mention it; don’t upset her because of this…”

“That’s enough.” Bai Lian rose unhurriedly, “I know what I’m doing.”

She knew where the principal’s office was.

The Principal’s Office.

The principal was sitting at the conference table, smiling obsequiously.

Seeing Bai Lian coming, the principal stood up and then introduced her one by one, “Student Bai, this is Mr. Ren, this is his secretary, and you know this one too, Ms. Ren Wanxuan.”

Ren Qian looked at the principal, very surprised.

He hadn’t expected that no one in the school was aware of Bai Lian’s relationship with the Ren Family.

Ren Qian said with a smile, “Bai Lian is my son-in-law’s niece, Principal, you don’t need to introduce her.”

By Ren Qian’s side, Ren Wanxuan gave him a glance, her lips pursed.

Upon hearing that Bai Lian was a relative of the Ren Family.

The Principal was also very surprised, but his astonishment was fleeting as he surmised that Ren Qian was there to see Bai Lian for a reason, and then he left his office to them: “You talk.”

Bai Lian, with her school uniform unbuttoned and a cellphone in her hand, half-closed her eyes, leisurely watching the Principal walk out.

Then she dragged a chair across and casually sat opposite Ren Qian.

One hand rested on the table while she placed her cellphone on it, leaning back slightly: “What’s up?”

Ren Qian’s secretary looked Bai Lian up and down with a frown.

“Wanxuan.” Ren Qian turned his head and spoke sternly.

Ren Wanxuan pursed her lips; her head lowered, almost in humiliation: “I’m sorry, Bai Lian, I didn’t ask Chen Zhu to go back for the Longsword.”

Bai Lian’s almost pale fingers crossed out a word.

Then memorized another word.

Hearing Ren Wanxuan speak, Bai Lian just slightly raised her eyes.

Ren Qian met her seemingly mocking gaze; even though Bai Lian had a pair of very attractive and seemingly non-aggressive almond eyes, they still appeared exceptionally cold at that moment.

“Bai Lian,” Ren Qian looked at Bai Lian, trying to mediate between the two, “I heard from your uncle that you’re learning the ancient zither. I have a zither teacher from Xiangcheng who’s quite well-known there. If you mention my name, you’d be able to study under him.”

As he spoke, he slid his business card toward Bai Lian with a smile that seemed quite casual: “Maybe, he could even recommend you for further training in Jiangjing in the future.”

For someone from Xiangcheng, Jiangjing was undoubtedly an insurmountable mountain.

Even Ren Qian himself held Jiangjing with reverence.

Having the opportunity to advance in Jiangjing was pure fantasy for someone who had lived at the bottom of Xiangcheng society since childhood.

“I hope you can forgive what Wanxuan did, and that henceforth, we can shake hands and make peace.” Ren Qian didn’t believe Bai Lian would refuse as he played the emotional card coupled with a tempting offer.

“Forgive?” Bai Lian’s fingertips pressed on the workbook, she glanced at the business card and simply laughed: “I’m afraid that’s impossible.”

Ren Qian was stunned; he hadn’t expected that after bringing up Ji Shaorong and the opportunity in Jiangjing, Bai Lian would still refuse.

Bai Lian picked up the tea that had been poured for her on the table and gave Ren Qian a toast: “I have a class to attend, goodbye.”

She rose unhurriedly, picking up her workbook and preparing to leave.

“Miss Bai,” the secretary standing behind Ren Qian stepped forward appropriately, “I know President Ren has been trying to find Master Yue for you, but you may not be aware that Master Yue doesn’t just accept anyone. He only takes diligent students with talent. Trust me, this is the best teacher our senior has found for you. I think… you’d better not dwell on any unrealistic aspirations.”

He was very polite, but his every word implied that Bai Lian’s dreams were too lofty and her lot in life too slight.

Ren Wanxuan looked at Bai Lian with a sneer.

“Enough, no more talk,” Ren Qian scolded the secretary, a master of playing good cop and bad cop, and sighed to Bai Lian: “But he’s right. Master Yue also only takes in talent that can perform at concert level. He can’t be swayed by money, and Jiawei, a businessman, doesn’t have many avenues to explore. Believe me, this is the best teacher I could find for you.”

A slap, followed by a sweet date.

It was a trick Ren Qian was accustomed to.

“The best teacher you can find for me?” Bai Lian stopped, grasping her cellphone tightly, she leaned forward slightly, her two fingers picking up the business card from the table.

Ren Qian, however, thought Bai Lian was coming around.

He was just about to happily say “from now on we’re family,”

“I don’t care about Dean Jian’s letters of recommendation,” Bai Lian clarified after reading the name on the business card, “let alone this Mr. Shi. Did you think I would care?”

She flicked the business card lightly, and it fluttered to the ground.