Chapter 458 - Chapter 458: 180 Regretting not doing it sooner, Mysterious Composition_3

Chapter 458: 180 Regretting not doing it sooner, Mysterious Composition_3

Xun Chun fetched a bottle of alcohol from behind and showed great respect to Bai Lian, “Mr. Xiaoqi asked me to go to Jiangjing to mix drinks and learn a few things.”

The bar had a branch in Jiangjing.

Bai Lian watched Xun Chun smear lemon around the rim of the glass, smoothly flipping it in the air. The bar’s lights shone on Xun Chun’s seductive face as she moved with grace and ease.

Would drinks made like this taste better?

She picked up the drink Xun Chun had mixed for her.

It was very mild, quite different from the alcohol she was used to.

Beside her, the male bartender handed over his own mixed drink to Mao Kun with a look of grievance, “Mr. Mao, why does Miss Bai only drink what Xun Chun mixes? Is mine not tasty?”

Mao Kun glanced at Xun Chun and then at Bai Lian, “No, it’s also possible that yours just doesn’t look as good.”

“…”

**

Thursday.

Xu Nanjing drove Bai Lian back to Purest Street.

In most cases, Xu Nanjing had replaced Ming Dongheng as Bai Lian’s chauffeur.

“We’re going to Backter Street to watch the fights this Saturday,” Xu Nanjing stopped the car at the intersection and looked back at Bai Lian, “Bai Lian, little sister, do you want to go? It’s a rare opportunity, I only got it through Chael.”

In the passenger seat, absorbed in Weibo, Xiao Bingwen lifted his head and hesitated, “It’s too bloody, better not.”

It was a mess there too.

Xu Nanjing realized and looked in the rearview mirror at Bai Lian, who was reading her book obediently, “That’s right, Bai Lian, little sister, you should focus on your studies.”

Bai Lian lazily responded with a “Hmm.”

The car’s speakers were playing a loop of three songs by Yan Lu, connected via Bluetooth by Xiao Bingwen. As Xu Nanjing started the car, he asked, “Do you like Yan Lu that much?”

Xiao Bingwen returned to WeChat to message Leng Shuhe.

Xiao Bingwen: [I can’t believe your teacher is involved.]

Leng Shuhe: [She has the talent, it’s rare for someone to have arrangements done by the teacher, I wonder who the composer is.]

“You don’t get it,” Xiao Bingwen held his phone, “If you knew who did the arrangement, it would shock you.”

Xu Nanjing wasn’t interested in the entertainment circle; he was preoccupied with dealing with Chael’s matter recently or thinking about how to formally introduce Bai Lian to the Xu Family or how to introduce the empress mother to Bai Lian.

Messages hit the wall.

“Who is it?” Xu Nanjing replied nonchalantly.

“Dean Jian,” Xiao Bingwen whispered with a mysterious tone, “Shuhe’s teacher.”

“Ah?” Although Xu Nanjing had heard of these two, he had never met them and was quite surprised, “He’s arranging for a star?”

“Yes,” Xiao Bingwen sighed, “Everyone’s guessing who the mysterious composer is. They’re definitely not any less talented than Dean Jian. This has been a frenzy in both the music industry and entertainment world.”

Xiao Bingwen was close to Leng Shuhe and naturally understood music too. The fact that Yan Lu’s three songs were such a hit already illustrated the composer’s abilities.

After Dean Jian appeared, even Leng Shuhe and his circle were guessing who the lyricist and composer were, not to mention others.

Xu Nanjing also found it unexpected, then remembered something and explained to Bai Lian in the backseat, “Dean Jian, that’s the teacher who’s really good at guzheng. Bai Lian, little sister, when you go to Jiangjing, I have a surprise for you.”

He recalled something Gao Yan had told him.

In the back seat, Bai Lian lazily turned a page.

The car arrived at Purest Street.

Bai Lian said goodbye to Xu Nanjing.

Next to Purest Street’s trash cans, a blond-haired man squatting and smoking stood up when he saw Bai Lian. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he pulled a few tickets out of his pocket and handed them to Bai Lian.

Bai Lian reached out to take them.

Inside the car.

Seeing Bai Lian interacting with a ruffian with yellow hair, Xu Nanjing couldn’t help but sit up straight, his gaze following as the yellow-haired man gave Bai Lian something.

“Hey,” Xu Nanjing sat up, his eyes narrowing slightly, and tapped Xiao Bingwen’s shoulder, “Doesn’t the thing in her hand look familiar?”