Chapter 378 - Chapter 378: 146 Chen Beixuan, Bai Qiming’s phone number_2

Chapter 378: 146 Chen Beixuan, Bai Qiming’s phone number_2

At last, the crowds had dispersed.

The woman finally hit the accelerator and drove past, her speed reduced slightly when she saw a few standouts among the people waiting at the bus stop—two young men who were heads and shoulders above the rest.

The car behind carefully honked its horn.

Only then did the SUV continue forward, eventually stopping at the Chen Family private museum.

Today was the museum’s last day open to the public.

Many people with reservations were queuing for entry. The woman pulled the key out, stepped down from the vehicle in her leather boots, put on her sunglasses, and walked straight inside through a side door.

She arrived reeking of blood, causing people in the queue to keep silent.

After she entered, the people started whispering among themselves, “What’s going on? There are people who don’t have to queue up?”

“Yeah, everyone should be equal…”

Someone even pulled out their phone.

The ticket checker lazily looked up, “Who needs to queue up to get into their own house?”

“…” The person sheepishly put away their phone.

The graveyard in the back courtyard.

Chen Beixuan removed her sunglasses; her face was exceptionally striking, her figure tall and elegant, and despite her appearance, it was hard to discern her age. She put the sunglasses back in her pocket and respectfully lit three sticks of incense—

“Great ancestors, you first blessed me by helping me buy a cake, then with a passing grade in math, and later, you helped me get into military school…” She began to murmur a litany of things, then reverently planted the three sticks of incense, “I promise, I promise this is really, really the last time I’ll ask you. It’s been eleven years, could you please help me find that damned scumbag? I want to chop him up by myself.”

One minute later, “Not saying anything means you agree, right? Okay, okay, thank you, great ancestors, thank you!”

**

Meanwhile.

In the classroom at Boyuan Base, Bai Lian sneezed.

Jiang Fulai sat beside her, scrolling through his computer with one hand while offering her coat with the other, “Don’t try to be cool.”

Bai Lian was still in that plain white dress, unblemished, and barely looked up, “I’m fine; I’m not you, do you need me to prescribe you something?”

Jiang Fulai, hearing her words, took back the coat, “I haven’t looked at the report submitted by He Wen and the others yet.”

But Bai Lian reached out and grasped his left wrist, taking his pulse.

Jiang Fulai’s pulse felt strange. Bai Lian leaned on the table, pressing on his pulse with the tip of her finger, her brows slightly creased.

Jiang Fulai, however, looked down at her pale finger tips, thinking slowly to himself that she really wasn’t cold, after all.

“No hope?” Jiang Fulai asked, seeing her frown persist.

Bai Lian: “…”

Why could she talk about herself like this?

She let go, pulled a piece of paper from the side, and started pondering.

Jiang Fulai silently retracted his hand and opened a document, “It’s been like this since I was eight, I wilt easily when it gets cold.”

He described himself like a wilting vegetable.

Multitasking, he replied to a message: [Plagiarism check]

——[Okay teacher, won’t it cause a security breach if I use their website for the plagiarism check?]

Jiang Fulai: [With the garbage you’ve written, there’s no need to worry]

After replying, he sent over his suggestions for revisions.

Then came a message from the headmaster of Ma Institute.

Ma Institute’s headmaster: [Is her file sealed?]

Jiang Fulai: “Mm.”

Principal Ma: “That’s good then.”

After asking, Principal Ma started to speak off-topic: “Do you have any thoughts about this year’s betting pool?”

He was referring to the college entrance examination betting pool. This year it’s just Xu Zhiyue and Liang Wuyu, with Liang Wuyu better in science, whereas Xu Zhiyue is better in Chinese and English. The final exam in Jiangjing this time had easy English, so Liang Wuyu had a big advantage.

Every year during the college entrance exams, academic circles enjoy this all the more.

Jiang Fulai didn’t reply to Principal Ma.

Principal Ma stared at the chat page for a long time before turning to throw his own money into the pool.

Principal Ma: “When is she leaving?”

Jiang Fulai: “(Smile)”

Principal Ma: “Why are you suddenly so accommodating?”

Principal Ma stared at the smiley emoji; he always found it very friendly, but today, seeing Jiang Fulai send it, he somehow felt that the smile seemed a bit mocking and a bit cold.

So, Principal Ma sent to Bai Lian: “(Smile)”

Bai Jian: “(Smile)”

That was normal. Principal Ma asked Bai Lian: “When are you leaving?”

For Bai Lian, the parting would be 160 days before the college entrance examinations and perhaps 280 days before she might return to school. Principal Ma felt a sense of loss.

Bai Lian: “Tomorrow morning at six.”

It might be early for others, but not for Principal Ma who liked shopping.

**

Afternoon.

The Jiangjing Music Academy’s performance ended, and Bai Shaoqi returned to the Yin Family.

She and Song Min were also packing up, getting ready to go back to Beicheng.

At that moment, Bai Shaoqi was video calling with Bai Qiming. Madam Song, draped in a shawl, sat gracefully beside Bai Shaoqi and said to Bai Qiming on the screen with a smile, “Shaoqi is here with us, you can rest assured.”

On the other end of the phone, before Bai Qiming could speak, an uncle from the Bai Family Clan squeezed into the frame, beaming with joy, “I heard the principal of Jian has a good impression of Shaoqi, is that true?”

“Yes,” Madam Song nodded, her eyes and brows smiling, “I saw that too.”

“Blessings of our ancestors, the blessings of our ancestors.” The Bai uncle folded his hands in prayer, “Shaoqi can make it back in time, right? I’ll prepare some extra offerings for the ancestral worship. You and your brother will be the main focus this time.”

Ancestral worship was a major event for the Bai Family.

Bai Qiming asked Bai Shaoqi, “You’re on the nine o’clock flight tonight, right? You’ll just make it in time for tomorrow’s ancestral worship.”

Madam Song glanced at Bai Qiming on the phone, pausing for a moment as she remembered Bai Lian, “For the ancestral worship, maybe we should let Alian…”

Bai Lian was at the Boyuan Base this time.

“I’ll have someone pick you up tomorrow.” Bai Qiming cut off Madam Song’s words with a darkened face.

Although Bai Qiming took Bai Shaoqi and Bai Shaoke back home, he never remarried. However, he did not expect Ji Mulan to marry so quickly, and to someone from Jiangjing at that.

At this moment, Bai Qiming had no desire to hear any news about Bai Lian.

Next to them, the Bai Family uncle did not speak up for Bai Lian; instead, he reminded Madam Song with a smile, “You might not be aware, but Bai Lian has already been driven out of the clan by us.”

“Is that so.” Madam Song saw that Bai Shaoqi seemed upset, so she smiled, stood up, and said, “I won’t disturb your family conversation.”

She walked downstairs.

Just then, she saw Yin Family’s head coming in from outside and Madam Song asked in surprise, “Big brother, how come you’re back now?”

The Yin Family head hurried over to Madam Song without changing his shoes and asked, “How did it go? You went to the Xu Family banquet, did you see anyone there? Did you get the phone number of someone from the Chen Family?”