The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 712: 282 It’s too late for regrets, Brother Jiang is on the phone (Part 1)_2
 

Remembering something, she flipped back to the WeChat page of academician Ma—

“Can you bring Ning Xiao with you to the lab this weekend? The plasma low-temperature test bench.”

It took a few minutes before Academician Ma replied, “Preparing new materials?”

Bai Jian: “For the paper.”

Academician Ma: “Understood.”

Bai Lian sent the new experiment plan to Ning Xiao and told him to prepare to go to the laboratory with her this weekend.

Behind her, Xun Qian was bowing her head all the time, her cool and gorgeous face seemed distracted, as if she was hesitating.

After half an hour, Xun Qian finally opened her own locker, took out three gift boxes, and distributed them to the three dormitory roommates, “These are the gifts I ordered for you guys, and they just arrived today.”

After Bai Lian had finished giving gifts last time, Xun Qian had been thinking about what to give in return. She had ordered these luxury items, which arrived a bit late at the end of the year. Only that they were not as valuable as Bai Lian’s hair clip, that was why she was hesitating.

“Ah?” Kong Wei opened the gift box and found a beige plaid scarf, from the well-known G brand. She was hesitant, “Xun Xun, this is too extravagant…”

She had only shared some local specialties with her three roommates.

Xun Qian watched Kong Wei clip her bangs with the pink diamond hairpin: “…”

Yu Simin pushed the gift box to Kong Wei, “When one man gets into a position, all his friends get in too, you just keep it.”

The scarf for Bai Lian was pure white and very soft. She didn’t stand on ceremony with Xun Qian and directly accepted it, “Thank you.”

The other two also accepted the gifts with politeness, and Kong Wei had no choice but to silently carry the scarf to her bed.

Xun Qian also tidied up her own desk and, before going to bed, she remembered something and invited her three roommates, “My birthday is next weekend.”

**

Saturday, morning.

Despite the cold weather in Jiangjing, “Blossoms on the Tree” hadn’t even started, and already the theater entrance was packed with people.

The most devoted fans were holding support signs for “Qin Si” with pictures featuring her character; the theater staff had not anticipated that followers from the entertainment industry would be so crazy, arriving early in the cold morning to camp out. They urgently called in dozens of security guards to maintain order.

At noon, Qin Si, Bei Tong, and other actors from “Blossoms on the Tree” arrived, preparing for their first performance at seven in the evening.

As soon as Qin Si got off the car, the crowd surged forward with a whoosh.

Fortunately, the security had set up barricades, and the fans were sensible enough not to break through, “Qin Si!”

“Sister, can I get an autograph?” Someone handed a postcard to Qin Si.

“Sister, have you ever met Bai Jian in person?”

“…”

Qin Si felt like she was dreaming these past few days; the number of her followers on Weibo had already reached three million. She had also connected with Yan Lu, took the postcard and said, “Thank you, everyone. I hope you will pay more attention to our ‘Blossoms on the Tree’…”

While smiling, she promoted the play and signed autographs and took photos with all the fans present.

She was humble and generous, not showing the slightest bit of affectation common among celebrities.

“She’s probably the most popular in the troupe now,” Bei Tong’s companion turned to glance at Qin Si, who was signing autographs and sighed, “It’s all thanks to Vice President Gao; he really pulled off a masterstroke by bringing in President Jian and Bai Jian. Yesterday, during rehearsal, when they used that song as background music, I got goosebumps.”

Becoming explosively famous because of a single song is something almost no one in the entertainment industry can achieve these days.

Qin Si’s buff was stacking nicely. The fact that she had been selected to play the lead actress in “Blossoms on the Tree” showed her strong capabilities, and Bai Lian had not released any new songs for several months. This song was also their most earnest collaboration, and the two were already the brightest new stars in the music world over the past year…

With all these factors combined, Qin Si’s rise to fame was inevitable and hard for anyone to replicate.

“It’s a bit of a pity, though, that Bai Jian’s songs are only for female singers,” the male friend patted Bei Tong on the shoulder, “Otherwise, you could have become as famous as Qin Si even before the show aired.”

These drama actors struggle to break out of their circle, it’s too difficult.

Bei Tong heard the boy’s words, his lips twitched slightly but he did not laugh.

Netizens and most people in the troupe thought the song only suited a female voice, so he wasn’t included this time. However, he knew that wasn’t the case, as on that day Secretary Xue came personally to call him and Qin Si.

He weighed the pros and cons and chose to dine with Ji Yinghui, so Gao Shu cut him off from the opportunity.

If that evening he had gone to Gao Shu’s office with Qin Si…

The lead singers would definitely have been him and Qin Si, right?

With arrangements by Head Ji and Yan Lu’s favorite composer…

No one could have imagined, with Shuo Qingyu in the picture, that Gao Shu would still be able to pull out such an ace in the end, even making Shuo Qingyu himself believe it could connect him with the old institute head and the next spoken drama institute director.

Under the promotional image of the drama institute, Shuo Qingyu looked at the several names under the theme song.

The students behind him didn’t dare make a sound at this moment.

They all knew that Ji Yinghui had promised Shuo Qingyu a pie in the sky, saying he could get Head Ji to arrange music for Shuo Qingyu.

In the end, Ji Yinghui promised a grandiose pie, but it was Gao Shu who effortlessly managed to invite Head Ji.

Who could have known that Gao Shu had this trick up her sleeve.

**

Bai Lian brought Ning Xiao to Ma Institute’s lab early on Saturday morning.

As for plasma, she had taken leave.

And in the evening, Yunxiao Hospital’s orthopedics department received a special visitor.

The Dong Family’s expressions were not good as the elder Dong stepped out of the elevator. Usually a scholarly figure, he immediately began to furiously rebuke his grandson Dong Chuan, whom he had always been proud of, “Dong Chuan, Oh Dong Chuan, where did all your daily learning go? Huh? Taking Wanxuan to a bar, is that something you can do? How can our Dong Family explain this to our superiors?”

Dong Chuan bowed his head and admitted his fault and didn’t say it was Ren Wanxuan’s own wish to go to Qinglong Bar, “Moreover, the person involved has a somewhat special identity… He is someone Wanxuan’s uncle knows.”

Orthopedics Director’s Office.

Xiaoqi stood with his hands behind his back, still exuding a gentle and refined demeanor.

Mao Kun, wearing a skull print jacket, didn’t wear a cotton coat despite the cold weather, his hands in his pockets and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Ren Wanxuan sat across from the orthopedic director, her right wrist in a plaster cast, her face cold and stern.

As soon as Elder Dong appeared, Xiaoqi apologized to him, “I’m sorry, our person was a little reckless and hurt Miss Ren. The director said a month of rest won’t affect the dexterity of her hand.”

Mao Kun still had his hands in his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, ignoring the Dong family members.

Seeing his attitude, Old Dong’s anger couldn’t be contained, “Injured Miss Ren? You think it’s over with just saying you injured Miss Ren? Do you know how important she is right now?”

Xiaoqi’s face was youthful, around the same age as Wanxuan, and not of an age to take charge. He was a person known to Ji Shaojun, “It’s fine. Where are your parents? Have them come and speak to me.”

Parents?

Mao Kun bit his cigarette and gave Elder Dong a smirk, “My godfather, I dare not call him. Give your phone to you, will you invite him?”

Xiaoqi gave him a look and Mao Kun stopped provoking.

Only then did Xiaoqi withdraw his gaze, pondered for a moment – he was an orphan with no parents, but…

He touched his phone and called Bai Lian.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Fulai arrived early at Ma Institute, viewing papers in the lounge. The lab was a sensitive area and required protective suits, so Ning Xiao and Bai Lian didn’t bring their phones and had left them in the lounge.

Seeing Xiaoqi’s call, Jiang Fulai’s eyes fell slightly, he adjusted his glasses, answered the call, and the cold light from the window outside made his side profile seem even colder, “Yes?”