The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 797 - Wen Zhixia is shocked Brother Jiang makes a move_1
Chapter 797: Wen Zhixia is shocked, Brother Jiang makes a move_1
Chapter 797: Wen Zhixia is shocked, Brother Jiang makes a move_1
Shanhai Apartment security had always been excellent. Yan Lu had visited Building 5 a few times, but this time there was no one else around.
She didn’t encounter anyone else in this building.
After entering the building, she took off her mask and hung her sunglasses on the lapel of her coat, holding in her right hand a little trinket for Ji Heng and Jiang He.
Her left hand was still on the doorbell.
The door was opened by an unfamiliar girl. Yan Lu didn’t recognize her, but since Bai Lian always knew many people, she roughly guessed that this person must be a friend of Bai Lian’s, “Hello, I’m Yan Lu.”
Wen Zhixia maintained the posture of holding the doorknob, her gaze somewhat drifting, “Yan, Yan Lu sister, who are you looking for?”
From the kitchen, Zhang Shize, who brought out the dishes, saw the figure outside the door and quickly placed the dishes on the table, “Yan sister, you’re here!”
Yan Lu had grown accustomed to fans over the year. Seeing Wen Zhixia’s reaction, she roughly guessed that the person in front of her was a fan of hers, “Hello.”
Then she stepped aside and entered.
Tang Ming had lost another game of chess and just as he saw Yan Lu coming, he took the opportunity to stand up and go to the kitchen to help with the dishes.
The room was full of Bai Lian’s classmates. Everyone knew Yan Lu.
It was obvious that they were all very good friends. Shen Qing enthusiastically invited Wen Zhixia to sit at the table, right across from Yan Lu who was quietly talking to a boy.
Wen Zhixia was not familiar with the boy, only knowing he was Zhang Shize, Bai Lian’s high school classmate.
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After dinner, Wen Zhixia followed Bai Lian to Room 303.
She sat on the sofa in Room 303, still in a state of detachment.
Bai Lian pressed the remote control’s button, sat next to Wen Zhixia, and methodically poured a cup of tea with his eyes cast down. He handed it over succinctly, “Drink tea.”
Wen Zhixia took the white porcelain teacup and took a sip.
The temperature was just right, the tea was clear, and tea touched by Bai Lian always tasted much better, “You and Yan Lu… are you close?”
Wen Zhixia had heard, there had been multiple exchanges between Yan Lu and Bai Lian at the dinner table.
Among so many people at the dinner table, only Bai Lian was called “Miss Bai” by Yan Lu.
Although from the time Bai Lian gave her an autographed CD of Yan Lu, Wen Zhixia had speculated that Bai Lian probably knew Yan Lu.
But she had not expected them to be so familiar with each other.
Yan Lu had become famous just within the span of a year; both her TV dramas and songs had become immensely popular.
Not to mention domestically, she had many fervent fans overseas.
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No one in the industry could replicate her success.
“Yeah, it’s alright,” Bai Lian rested his hand on the sofa, leaning back in an unusually relaxed position, his exquisite jaw slightly lifted, tuning into a movie channel: “We’re friends.”
This casual mention of “friends” brought Wen Zhixia back to her senses, “Damn! You must have known her since Xiangcheng, right?!”
Bai Lian: “…”
“I shared her first song; did you know her back then?”
Bai Lian continued to remain silent.
“Alright, alright, you…”
Wen Zhixia was about to say something more when the door to Room 303 was pushed open.
At the door, Jiang Fulai, removing his coat and wearing a white shirt, calmly looked at the two people on the sofa, gave Wen Zhixia a slight nod, noble yet polite, although his pale eyes betrayed a touch of coldness.
Wen Zhixia only felt that this encounter with young master Jiang seemed colder than before.
She didn’t dare to continue speaking.
By chance, her phone rang, and like grabbing onto a lifeline, Wen Zhixia walked to the balcony with her phone.
The caller was Le Yuzhang, he was coming to pick her up.
It wasn’t long before Le Yuzhang’s car arrived.
Wen Zhixia, wrapped in her coat, was waiting at the entrance of Building 5, accompanied by Bai Lian and Jiang He.
Le Yuzhang sat in the passenger seat, the driver was his secretary.
He hadn’t expected that Bai Lian would live in this unimpressive looking apartment next to Jiang University, which was quite surprising.
After getting in the car, Wen Zhixia sat in the back, graceful and virtuous, with a faint scent of perfume in the car.
It seems the car must have carried another woman not long ago.
The driver was Le Yuzhang’s secretary, who politely greeted the future Mrs., discreetly glancing in the rear-view mirror.
By merit, Wen Zhixia was recognized by the Yue Family; she was on par with Ming Zongyao from the finance department of Jiang University at the School of Finance and Economics.
But she was slightly less talented and pretty.
The secretary thought that in the vast city of Jiangjing, only the distinguished Miss Bai had a presence that could match Ming Zongyao, which was why those who knew both of them felt sorry for Ming Zongyao.
As for the affairs of wealthy families, who knows.
The car reached the Wen Family Tower, and Le Yuzhang intended to accompany Wen Zhixia upstairs, but as he got out of the car, the secretary received a phone call.
