The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 725 - : Not So Simple Niece, Shocked Members of the Jian Family (Second Update)_2

Chapter 725: Not So Simple Niece, Shocked Members of the Jian Family (Second Update)_2

As soon as Jian Zhe saw Ning Xiao, he became respectfully solemn, these were all seniors who’d been admitted to Jiangjing University, “Senior, follow me, there are volunteers with sleeve protectors behind.”

The dean of the Jian Family was the main person in charge of this event.

He didn’t get along well with the Jian Family, but Jian Zhe got along well with Bai Lian, and the dean liked what he saw in him. He even introduced Jian Zhe to a few people and distributed some tasks.

Ding Wenyang followed the staff to the rest area on the left side of the square and fastened the sleeve protectors around his arms.

It was only after Bai Lian and Jian Zhe had gone out that he tugged at Tang Ming’s sleeve and whispered, “…what kind of high-end event is this, really, can I handle it?”

“I don’t know either,” Tang Ming adjusted his sleeve protectors, “but it should help us gain a lot of points, haha.”

Ding Wenyang: “…”

Sometimes he found Tang Ming’s intelligence and sensitivity frightening, yet at other times, he thought him to be excessively thick-skinned.

**

The Jian Family arrived early.

Jian Zhonghai was not accustomed to this weather; he wore a thick coat as he stood at the red carpet entrance of Cultural Square, speaking with Jian Rong, “Did you manage to meet with Professor Feng?”

Professor Feng was indeed the teacher Mr. Liu’s daughter had introduced to him.

Jian Rong shook his head.

A professor from Jiang University was always busy, which was understandable. Jian Zhonghai wasn’t surprised. “When your second granduncle arrives, remember to greet him right away. He’ll acknowledge you after all.”

“Grandfather, don’t worry.”

As the Jian Family was talking, Jian Zhe came their way with a girl and volunteers.

Jian Rong recognized the girl at the front at a glance.

Her face was slightly downcast; she wore a top with pipa sleeves, the cuffs tightly gathered. Below was a white pleated skirt, its base lightly colored, embroidered at the bottom with alternating lines of iridescent gold and blue thread, showcasing an elaborate pattern. On top were red chamomile flowers, with butterflies fluttering amongst them.

A pure white cape was draped over her, interwoven with green grapevines.

Sensing the gaze, she looked over lazily. Her beauty was fresh, and the cold winter sunlight illuminated her from behind, radiating a certain indescribable charm.

Jian Rong was taken aback for a moment.

Even though he had only seen her once, he recognized her as a contestant from last year’s Lanting Awards in Jiangjing, who also seemed to be from Xiangcheng.

Jian Rong vaguely remembered that he had drawn a trip to Xiangcheng but in the end, Jian Zhe went in his place.

Upon seeing Jian Zhonghai and his father, Jian Zhe greeted them politely, “Grandfather, Father.”

Jian Zhonghai looked at Jian Zhe and the group of unfamiliar volunteers accompanying him, then withdrew his gaze, not lingering any longer.

**

“I asked you to come with your grandfather, but you didn’t,” Jian Rong’s father whispered in his ear: “Now you’re with these kids, later on, just follow me. Your grandfather came here specifically for your second granduncle, Jian Rong is here too, and you can’t be absent!”

Jian Zhe was just about to speak.

Ahead, the person in charge of Cultural Square was leading several smartly dressed individuals their way, followed by a couple of reporters taking photos of the elderly among them, obviously important figures.

Jian Zhonghai recognized one of them at first glance and quickly perked up, “Professor Feng.”

Jian Rong also shifted his gaze away from Bai Lian and went to greet Professor Feng, “Professor Feng, you are here today as well?”

Professor Feng was a professor from the Chinese Literature Department at Jiang University.

Jian Rong’s father, watching the mingling of the group, tugged at Jian Zhe’s sleeve, “See that? That’s Professor Feng. You should have met him originally…”

“I’m here for the cultural exchange, to broaden my horizons,” Professor Feng squinted slightly as he noticed Jian Rong and then recognized him, “Ah, it’s you, Jian Rong.”

Professor Feng could tell at a glance that he wasn’t very familiar with Jian Zhonghai and Jian Rong.

He stood on the side, waiting for the elderly man to finish his interview. He turned his head and spoke briefly to Jian Rong with little interest. When he turned his head, he saw a girl standing beside Jian Zhe, looking down at her phone.

Professor Feng was astonished and quickly called out, “Bai student?”

Bai Lian looked up in response.

“It really is you, Bai student,” Professor Feng’s eyes brightened as he walked over, now speaking warmly with Jian Rong, “Bai student, you know Jian Rong and the others? Indeed, look.”

Because Jian Zhe had greeted Jian Zhonghai, they were all standing close to each other.

Professor Feng subconsciously thought they knew each other.

“I don’t know them,” Bai Lian shook her head.

Don’t know them?

Professor Feng didn’t ask further, but instead looked up at Dean Shu, who was still being interviewed, and called out, “Dean, Bai student is here too!”

Professor Feng was one of Dean Shu’s teaching assistants, and Bai Lian had met her in the office before.

Bai Lian also recognized Professor Feng and, looking up again, saw Dean Shu declining the reporter’s interview and walking over.

He was dressed in a dark blue long gown, a wise and gentle elder.

His temperament clearly distinguished him from others.

“Dean Shu,” Bai Lian gripped her phone, also somewhat surprised to see him there, “You’re here too?”

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“Yes, the Cultural Bureau asked me to oversee the event,” seeing Bai Lian, Dean Shu was also pleased, his face much kinder, “Let’s go in and talk.”

It was crowded outside.

Bai Lian nodded and turned, giving Jian Zhe a look.

Jian Zhe followed.

Dean Shu noticed Jian Zhe and was slightly startled, “This is…?”

“My friend,” Bai Lian raised her hand, introducing while walking, “He plans to apply for the graduate program in the Chinese Han language department at Jiang University this year,” then introducing to Jian Zhe, “This is Dean Shu.”

“Dean Shu, hello.” Jian Zhe stood to Bai Lian’s left, greeting him without servility or arrogance, long past his earlier bluster.

The young man had a very distinctive air about him.

Nowadays, few students in the field of Chinese Han language truly settle down to study.

Dean Shu looked at Jian Zhe, his heart stirred. He paused slightly, then asked, “What is your name?”

“Jian Zhe, ‘Jian’ as in simple, ‘Zhe’ as in philosophy.”

Dean Shu committed it to memory and nodded subtly, then began discussing school matters with Bai Lian.

The few people chatted as if no one else was around. Professor Feng, hearing “Jian Zhe’s” name and recalling previous comments made by Dean Shu, observed Jian Zhe’s figure and asked Jian Rong, who was standing beside him, “What is Jian Zhe to you?”

Jian Rong and Jian Zhonghai were still watching Jian Zhe’s figure and hadn’t come back to their senses; they had just been watching the reporter interviewing Dean Shu.

Not only that, but they also took note of the attitude Professor Feng had towards Dean Shu.

When Professor Feng asked, it took quite a while for Jian Rong to come back to his senses, “Yes, he’s my cousin.”

“Professor Feng,” Jian Zhonghai also came back to reality, “that Dean Shu is…?”

Because of Bai Lian, Professor Feng stayed a little longer than usual and explained to them, “He’s the dean of the Chinese department at Jiang University.”