The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 702 - : 278 is also (the second watch)_1" commonly used by her, Bai Xiangjun.
Chapter 702: 278 is also (the second watch)_1″ commonly used by her, Bai Xiangjun.
Bai Lian took the file from Secretary Xue’s hand and entered the room.
In the kitchen, Gao Shu also heard the faint sound of the doorbell and poked her head out, “Lian Lian, is that the document from Secretary Xue? Just put it on the table.”
Hearing “Secretary Xue,” Gao Yan, who was watching the chef prepare the food with her arms crossed, also turned her head, “Is it about the theatre company?”
Gao Yan knew that the theatre company had not been progressing well recently.
“It’s nothing,” said Gao Shu, coming in to help the chef. “Teacher Xia’s student is covering for me, and is already working on it.”
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She could cook, having taken care of Jiang Fulai for a while when he was injured as a child. During that time, she cooked everything herself, refusing to let him eat anything not prepared by her hands.
Later, when Jiang Fulai regained consciousness and gradually took over the Jiang Family’s power, she was finally able to relinquish this great responsibility.
It was also for this reason that Jiang Fulai had never touched the Gao Family, and the Gao Family’s fortunes had risen ever since.
Gao Shu did not harbor thoughts of revenge, but everyone knew that the only person in Jiangjing who could earn Jiang Fulai’s respect was Gao Shu.
“And there’s Lian Lian,” Gao Yan remembered Bai Lian who was outside; she had not been interfering with Gao Shu and the chef, just standing in the corner, “Isn’t she also writing something?”
Mentioning Bai Lian, Gao Shu also smiled.
With Bai Lian busy with her studies yet still caring about her theatre company’s affairs, Gao Shu didn’t have high hopes for Bai Lian’s work but was pleased internally, “That’s true.”
Gao Shu had arranged the evening’s menu early on.
But because of Jiang Fulai’s arrival, she asked the chef to add two more dishes.
After the party finished eating and left, Gao Shu saw Bai Lian was still looking at the rehearsal DVD for “Blossoms on the Tree” and decided to give her the disc, “Take this with you to watch, there won’t be another copy in the future.”
Bai Lian wrapped herself in her cape, took the DVD from Gao Shu, and left with Jiang Fulai.
As she turned around, Gao Shu saw the large patch of poppies embroidered on the back of her cape’s hood and along the hem.
Leaning against the doorframe, Gao Shu admired the embroidery on Bai Lian’s cape and thought that the clothes Gao Yan was making for Bai Lian might not be as exquisitely crafted as the ones Bai Lian was wearing.
After seeing Bai Lian off, with someone else cleaning up the kitchen, Gao Shu took the materials from Secretary Xue back to her room.
When she saw the black letters on the cover, she straightened up.
She put on her glasses and carefully opened and examined it.
Looking at the sealed file envelope, there was only one piece of paper inside with a few lines of text—
[Name: Bai Jian
Gender: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Debut works: “Gambling with Liquor” “Autumn Again”…]
It could be read at a glance.
For a moment, Gao Shu felt her astute secretary was playing a joke on her. She took out her phone and called Secretary Xue, “Xue Na, are you serious with this information?”
On the other end of the phone, Xue Na sighed helplessly, “Boss, this person is really mysterious; I couldn’t find anything at all.”
**
In the evening after work, Dong Chuan’s father left the office.
The deputy director was waiting specially at his door, greeting him and making small talk for ten minutes before letting him go.
“That’s strange,” a colleague commented to Dong Chuan’s father, “Isn’t Deputy Director Liang someone who doesn’t care about anyone except Director Jian?”
Dong Chuan’s father was also surprised.
His father was indeed a distinguished member of the Calligraphy Association but had long since retired.
In the Dong Family, he wasn’t the most successful one; his son Dong Chuan was much more accomplished.
The Liang Family member, who descended from on high to become the deputy director, usually looked down on people; this was the first time he had greeted Dong Chuan’s father.
With puzzlement, Dong Chuan’s father went home, and upon seeing the old master, he learned the reason.
Dong Chuan and Ren Wanxuan had returned that afternoon and told the old master about Jiang Fulai’s news in person. Ren Wanxuan had to leave for a family banquet later that evening, and though Dong Chuan had not intended to attend the dinner, he decided to go after all.
The old master of the Dong Family saw the two out the door with Dong Chuan’s father, then turned his head towards his son, “Have you confirmed this year’s exchange participants for ‘Ink and Ocean’ with the Calligraphy Association and Cultural Bureau?”
“Ink and Ocean,” a four-nation calligraphy and painting exchange event.
Held once every three years, it always drew significant attention. Not only would the entire Cultural Bureau participate, but Chen Laoye would preside over the event personally, with media and journalists from all four nations in attendance.
There was a segment intended for promoting calligraphy culture among youth and master artists, using Liang-style calligraphy.
It would be broadcast live with official cameras focused on them.
It was held at the Cultural Square, watched by millions of people online and offline each year.
“Not yet; they originally recommended a young woman from the Calligraphy Association, Xu Yajun, but she’s six months over the age limit. They plan to hold open auditions,” the father discerned the old master’s intent, “Are you saying…”
“This time, the Calligraphy Association should not refuse; let Wanxuan practice copying diligently lately. She’s generous and most likely won’t get nervous in front of the official cameras,” the old master nodded almost imperceptibly.
