Chapter 898: 354 is just revisiting the peak_2 Chapter 898: 354 is just revisiting the peak_2 Then she glanced sideways and called out in a low voice, “Yang Lin?”
Yang Lin was always silent, paying little attention to others except for Bai Lian, even capable of ignoring Jiang Fulai. This was the first ti Ning Xiao had seen any semblance of emotion on her face.
The anomaly at the doorway disturbed Bai Lian who was in the living room.
She put down the docunt in her hand, “Why not co in?”
Xun Chun pursed her red lips and moved to the side, gesturing for Yang Lin and Ning Xiao to “Co in.”
Yang Lin’s hand still rested on the handle of her suitcase, probably pale, as she stood at the door. After a long mont, she finally moved her feet and entered the hall.
In the hall.
Bai Lian raised her hand, unfolded the teacups one by one, and poured two fresh cups of tea.
She gestured to the empty seats beside her, signaling for everyone to sit down, and pushed the cups of tea towards Yang Lin and Ning Xiao with her pale fingers.
Her gaze fell on Xun Chun, and her other hand tapped on the table intermittently, not asking any questions, but speaking to Ning Xiao, “Speech on the 3rd.”
Ning Xiao nodded in acknowledgnt.
Xia Zhuoyu called again, asking his assistant to co pick up Yang Lin.
Yang Lin hurriedly answered the call and left.
Bai Lian looked at the luggage Yang Lin hadn’t had ti to take with her and glanced at Xun Chun.
She gestured for her to co to the study.
**
In the study.
Bai Lian stood in front of the desk, her slender and symtrical hands holding a silver pair of scissors, trimming an exceptionally fresh rose.
Without questioning Xun Chun, she ticulously continued to trim.
Dressed in a long green dress, her lashes lowered, she appeared calm and serene through a hazy side view, exuding an air of tranquil tilessness.
Watching the water droplets roll off the rose petals in Bai Lian’s hand, Xun Chun found herself calming down as well.
She began calmly, “Miss Bai, Yang Lin is my sister, she must have… recognized .”
Bai Lian’s hand, while snipping the stems, paused briefly.
She was not so surprised.
She had noted the peculiarity of their eting monts ago.
Only the hand holding the scissors tensed, “Your… your real na is Yang Qiong?” she looked up and asked.
Xun Chun’s gaze shifted to the window.
It had been a long ti since anyone had called her by that na, which she presud Yang Lin had told Bai Lian. “Yes,” she said, and then smiled lightly, “Sold to Backter Street at seventeen, for seven years. If it weren’t for you and Mao Shao, I’d still be trapped in Backter Street.”
Having said this, Xun Chun knelt before Bai Lian, her expression solemn as she kowtowed three tis. “Miss Bai, you and Yang Lin are my greatest saviors.”
Xun Chun was well aware of the troubles that plagued Yang Lin.
Now, Yang Lin had been admitted to Jiang University, and she herself had escaped that dire place.
Everything was moving in a positive direction.
“Yang Lin has been looking for you for a long ti,” Bai Lian helped her up, “Go talk to her after she gets out of Professor Xia’s lab.”
Xun Chun stood up with a sigh and a bitter smile, “I know, but I don’t know how to face her.”
She didn’t know how to tell Yang Lin about her current life.
Xun Chun left the room.
Bai Lian pursed her lips, watching Xun Chun’s retreating figure.
Her thoughts wandered to the trophy displayed in Ji Shaojun’s house, and to what Shen Qing had once told her, about the most talented student who won first place in the art exam, was pre-invited by three art schools, and whom Ji Shaojun could not forget—
Yang Qiong.
It turned out to be her.
The first daughter sold by Yang Jianmin.
**
September 3rd.
Today is Sunday and the last day for new students to register.
In the Golden Report Hall, many people arrived as early as six in the morning with their student ID cards, vying for a spot to sit in.
Those who ca late could only wait outside the hall’s entrance, hoping for soone to leave.
When Bai Lian and Ning Xiao arrived at the entrance, the stairs on both sides of the door were crowded. Seeing Bai Lian, most of the crowd waved their books or phones, shouting, “Godsend!”
Bai Lian stepped on the stairs and, hearing their voices, turned back to look.
She was wearing a white chiffon long dress today, decorated only with two bands of embroidered flowers at the cuff and hemline, radiating a simple elegance. The morning sunlight filtered through the airborne dust and landed on her, making her resemble a young noblewoman leisurely strolling through a bamboo forest.
As the breeze graced by, the students standing on either side of the staircase watched her skirt flutter, temporarily lost in reverie.
They conjured in their minds the image of the Bai family’s young miss following close behind Liang Zewen at Celebrity Square.
Inside the Golden Report Hall.
The first two rows were reserved for professors.
The rows behind were filled with students eager to audit the lecture.
The Dean stood at the entrance and, upon seeing Ning Xiao and Bai Lian, relayed the details. “Ning Xiao, you will speak first, and the professors will occupy the first two rows.”
Ning Xiao, holding a USB drive, listened to the Dean’s instructions and went to the podium to prepare for his presentation.
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