The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress - Chapter 525

Chapter 525: Met with mysterious dog friend at 210, gift_2
 

Everyone seated at Song Min’s table was among the top ten students in their class.

Upon hearing this, they all turned to look at Bai Shaoqi, aware that her brother had been the top scholar the previous year.

Only Song Min’s gaze was fixed on the table across from him, where a girl in a black skull shirt adorned with a black chain around her chest was playing cards with someone—Wen Zhixia, he knew she was Bai Lian’s only friend at the school.

“No, our family is busy trying to get us tickets to a concert,” Bai Shaoqi said as she elegantly poured herself a glass of wine.

Kong Yifan exclaimed in shock, “Jiangyin’s concert? Right, I remember Shaoqi, you’re excellent at the guzheng, damn, isn’t Dean Jian also there? I recall he’s Yan Lu’s arranger!”

For those who weren’t students of music, Dean Jian’s name wasn’t as useful as Yan Lu’s.

Song Min came back to his senses, glanced at Bai Shaoqi with surprise, and asked, “You got tickets already?”

Bai Shaoqi gave a slight nod, “Yes.”

“Remember to take pictures, we’ve never been to such a place,” Kong Yifan said excitedly to Bai Shaoqi, “I wonder if Yan Lu’s compositions will be there!”

“Not sure,” Bai Shaoqi sighed when compositions were mentioned, “I’ve tried to contact them many times, but that person is peculiar and refuses to compose for anyone other than Yan Lu.”

“Those who study art often have a bit of temperament,” Song Min said softly.

**

Across the room.

The long-haired girl sitting beside Wen Zhixia sighed as she looked at Song Min’s group and said, “This is high society for you. Why on earth would Miss Bai think of going to Xiangcheng? Oh, right, Wen Zhixia, you know Bai Lian, don’t you? Has she really gone back to Xiangcheng?”

“I don’t know, boss,” Wen Zhixia responded indifferently.

“Come on, I’m playing a 9, and you’re playing the king? You’re not letting us win even the small hands?” the long-haired girl couldn’t believe it.

Wen Zhixia remained silent and slowly played her hand.

“Why hasn’t Yan Lu released a new song?” someone asked suddenly.

The long-haired girl said, “Damn, even if she did, we couldn’t snatch up her collector’s hit. Wen Zhixia had ten people trying and still didn’t get Han Shixu.”

“Too many rivals,” Wen Zhixia remarked.

Her phone lit up.

Silly Dog: “[Location]”

Silly Dog: “I’m in Beicheng”

Wen Zhixia paused for a moment, playing her cards more carelessly now as she raised an eyebrow.

Doggie Friend: “I thought Miss Bai had forgotten that I’m in Beicheng.”

Wen Zhixia glanced at the location Bai Lian had sent, which was at a hotel, swiftly finished her round of cards, and then excused herself from the table before leaving the clubhouse.

The long-haired girl looked up, “Leaving so soon? The Rose Colored Clubhouse, eh? You’re not going to play a bit longer? You might not have the chance to come here again.”

Wen Zhixia shook her head.

She had been indifferent to the place from the moment she walked in.

After she left, the voices in the private room grew louder.

“Wen Zhixia left?” Kong Yifan, who was sitting next to Bai Shaoqi, was surprised.

Bai Shaoqi glanced in the direction Wen Zhixia had gone. There was no Wen Family in Beicheng, her family background was average, and she was never on Bai Shaoqi’s list of people to ingratiate herself with, “Probably something came up.”

Xun Guan from the humanities class next door was known for his ability to put some people down while praising others.

Remembering seeing Bai Lian at the hotel the day before, she laughed, “I wonder if she’s going to see Bai Lian? Shaoqi, do you think Bai Lian will manage to test back into Beicheng?”

The others at the table laughed, “Haha, who knows, but certainly not as high as our Song Min and Shaoqi.”

**

Room 1108.

Bai Lian had intended to find a time to meet with Wen Zhixia somewhere else.

But before she could decide, Wen Zhixia called her, “Which room are you in?”

Her voice was crisp and decisive.

Five minutes later.

Wen Zhixia adjusted the exaggerated chain around her neck, looked up at room 1108; she had a short bob, stood tall, and was dressed in punk-style clothing.

Her features were quite androgynous.

As she approached room 1108 and was about to press the doorbell,

the door opened just then.

The person who opened the door was a girl in a white homewear dress, her jet-black hair falling entirely down her back and trailing down to her soft homewear. Her skin tone was a cold white, her eyes lazy, and upon seeing her she merely stepped aside slightly, “Arrived? Come in.”

As if she knew Wen Zhixia had just arrived outside the door.

Wen Zhixia looked at the girl before her.

She was very different from her memory, and Wen Zhixia paused before following her in.

Inside was a small living room with a square table in the center, upon which sat a purple clay teapot surrounded by four matching teacups.

Next to the sofa was an antique zither.

And that was it.

Whether it was the purple clay teapot or the zither, they were at odds with Bai Lian from memory.