Chapter 173 - Chapter 173: 065 Alian: Idiots, just play by yourselves (second update)_3

Chapter 173: 065 Alian: Idiots, just play by yourselves (second update)_3

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Her gaze was dark and cold.

The entrance must have been renovated many times, but one could still tell that the gate was in the shape of a spire, overlooking the rockery inside and the surrounding corridors.

She knew that just beyond the corridors lay the conference hall.

She wondered if the sand table was still there.

Now, the entrance and the corridors were adorned with bright red silk.

Firecrackers and fireworks were lined up at the grand entrance, while the staff bustled about cheerfully.

Her hem was gently tugged.

Bai Lian looked down to see Jiang He looking up at her.

Bai Lian stretched out her hand and ruffled his hair.

“Miss Bai,” Ming Dongheng said respectfully, holding the car keys, “I’ll wait for you outside. Please take care of the young master.”

Bai Lian, holding Jiang He’s hand, stepped inside, crossed the corridor, and saw the sign-in desk on the left at a glance.

A long row of tables was set up, covered with tea-colored tablecloths. The hostess greeted them with a gentle smile and perfect demeanor, “Hello, guest, please sign in here.”

She gracefully reached for the sign-in sheet and handed Bai Lian a pen.

Asking Bai Lian to sign her name.

Bai Lian had arrived early and saw the lengthy sign-in sheet untouched, no guests had arrived yet.

Her eyes scanned from top to bottom.

But her name was nowhere to be found.

“Hello,” the hostess said in surprise, quickly taking the sign-in sheet, “May I know which guest you are? Let me help you find it.”

“No need, my name’s not on there,” Bai Lian said, instantly knowing her name was absent, “I’ll ask around.”

She took out her phone, intending to ask Qiu Xuezheng.

“What’s the matter?” At the entrance, Ren Qian’s secretary general and a middle-aged man were laughing as they entered.

They noticed the scene from afar.

“Minister Xu,” the hostess said, “this guest can’t find her name, and I’m checking for any omissions.”

Minister Xu, upon seeing Bai Lian, instantaneously realized who she was.

He involuntarily turned to the secretary general.

The secretary general’s gaze met Bai Lian’s, and his smile vanished in an instant.

He stood at the threshold and addressed Bai Lian, “Miss Bai, I know you’re proficient in Liang style, and joining the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association must be important to you, right?”

Ordinary people in Xiangcheng could not easily secure notable masters like Ren Wanxuan had.

Minister Xu stood beside the secretary general, looking up at the sky.

The hostess from before seemed to have understood something as well; she looked down and quickly stepped back.

Bai Lian calmly ended the call, looked up, the sky-blue dress complementing her serene face, “Mm, go on.”

“You’re quite sensible now,” the secretary general looked at Bai Lian, silent for a moment, he now had complicated feelings about her, Jingjing said, “The promotional video was recorded by you as a stand-in for miss, right? If you agree to let our miss re-record the video, I’ll ask Minister Xu to add you back to the list.”

He no longer dwelled on their past issues, Bai Lian’s mastery of Liang style would eventually come to Ren Qian’s attention.

“Give it to her?” Bai Lian narrowed her eyes.

The secretary general was about to praise Bai Lian for being understanding when her unhurried three words struck him like a thunderbolt the next second, “Is she worthy?”

“You—,” the secretary general glared at Bai Lian, his eyes fierce, “you’re nothing but dogs that grovel behind the Ren Family, begging for scraps. Old Master Ren might respect you, but you’ve certainly started to take yourself too seriously!”

Minister Xu at his side was taken aback by the secretary general’s tone.

The Ren Family indeed had the final say in this part of Xiangcheng.

He just didn’t know how this girl had managed to offend the secretary general.

Fortunately, he hadn’t rejected Ren Wanxuan yesterday; Minister Xu wiped off a bead of sweat, otherwise this secretary general would have inevitably spoken ill of him in front of Ren Qian.

Bai Lian stood in the arcade beneath, her almond eyes clear and deep, reflecting the inverse of the rockery before her, she scoffed at the secretary general, “Do you think giving me a spot is such a great favor to me? You can’t possibly believe I’m keen on joining the Calligraphy Association, do you?”

The secretary general frowned, not comprehending her meaning.

“Tired,” Bai Lian glanced at the secretary general, “idiot, go play by yourself.”

Leaving with Jiang He, she turned and walked out the door.