Chapter 113: 045 The new god of the fighting ring, the Guzheng teacher! (Second update)_1

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Chen Gang held the cup in his hand.

Overnight, Xiangcheng had turned upside down.

“It seems you haven’t received the news yet,” he looked at Ren Qian, “The Li Family got into trouble yesterday and was sealed off. Xiangcheng took over a group of people from Jiangjing overnight, and the only thing I could find out is that this matter is related to Bai Lian and Chen Ye.”

Chen Gang didn’t even meet the Li Family, he asked the relevant personnel, and the answer he always got was “It’s classified.”

Fortunately, he had made the right connections in his daily life, and finally someone told him that one of the parties involved was Bai Lian.

This is why he came to the Ren Family.

He remembered Bai Lian was Ji Shaorong’s niece.

Ren Wanxuan’s hand, which was tying her shoelaces, suddenly stopped.

“She’s related to Chen Ye?” Ren Qian also lost his color considerably.

As for the Ji Family, he never took them seriously. How could they be related to Chen Ye?

Ren Wanxuan stood up. She clutched her school bag tightly and suddenly spoke up, “Maybe it’s because she played ‘The White Robed Journey’ at the school anniversary.”

Ren Qian and Chen Gang both looked at her.

“Bai Lian learned the guzheng,” Ren Wanxuan said, her eyes downcast and her mind in disarray, “That day at the school anniversary, she intentionally played ‘The White Robed Journey.’ Everyone knows the Chen Family likes ‘The White Robed Journey.’ It must be because of this.”

After finishing speaking, she took her school bag and went to school.

Behind her, Ren Qian also recovered his composure, saying to himself that the Ji Family, how could they possibly be connected to Chen Ye.

If it was because of “The White Robed Journey,” then it made sense.

So…

Did Ren Qian suddenly realize that Bai Lian was actually fine?

Not only fine but had also gained Chen Ye’s appreciation?

Ren Qian suddenly took out his mobile phone, trying to call Ji Shaorong, but the call didn’t go through.

He sat on the sofa in a daze, feeling regret for the first time. So, the Ji Family didn’t really want to ask for his help yesterday?

Then his actions last night…

Ji Shaorong must have sensed it.

“As you can see, I can’t get in touch with Bai Lian either,” Ren Qian looked at Chen Gang and sighed, “I think you should not get involved in the Li Family’s affair. It was just for show, and now that it’s been discovered by Chen Ye, you’d better back away if you can. As for Bai Lian…”

Ren Qian then made a phone call to Ren Jiawei’s assistant.

The two of them spoke for a few moments.

After hanging up the phone, Ren Qian looked at Chen Gang, “It seems like they are looking for a guzheng teacher for Bai Lian.”

On Jiang Fulai’s side.

Director Chen had been waiting downstairs since dawn.

When Jiang Fulai appeared, dressed in a black shirt, he quickly stood up, respectfully handing over Jiang He’s watch with a shamed expression: “Jiang Shao, the arrangements with the Li Family and Xiangcheng have been completed.”

It was almost a complete overhaul.

Jiang Fulai just stood there, his cold gaze sweeping over him.

Like the calm, dark sea before a storm.

Director Chen’s body trembled.

Just as Director Chen was about to cry, a lazy voice came from behind him: “Where is Jiang He?”

Director Chen turned in relief, turning his head sharply back.

He then saw Bai Lian walking in nonchalantly from the outside, dressed in the most basic school uniform, her long hair pinned up behind her head, her face against the rising sun, holding a string of red Chinese knots in her pale fingers.

Jiang Fulai retracted his gaze and then reached out to take the watch, “He’s upstairs and won’t come down.”

“I’ll go take a look.” Bai Lian put down her school bag. She had promised Jiang He that she would visit him and naturally wouldn’t break her word.

Jiang Fulai took Bai Lian upstairs to see Jiang He.

Jiang He had been frightened yesterday and had slept all night after taking a sedative.

Now he was already awake, sitting in front of a small table, quietly painting with a brush in his hand.

Bai Lian walked quietly to his side; Jiang He was drawing the Xiangcheng Building.

The Xiangcheng Building.

It was also her profile picture.

“The lines here are wrong,” Bai Lian watched for a while, then bent down, took his hand, and lazily helped him with a few strokes, “The building is supposed to be in a state of disrepair…”

With her hand on Jiang He’s, she added a few soulful strokes to his craftsmen-like drawing.

Jiang Fulai didn’t come close, just leaning against the door, watching intently as she taught Jiang He to paint.

The morning sun had not yet fully risen, and a few rays of light passed through Jiang He’s small window, quietly shining on the girl’s translucent profile, creating a play of light and shadow that brought a burst of vitality to the room.

After completing a painting.

Jiang He looked at the vivid and perfect drawing, raised his head, and admired Bai Lian’s little face filled with amazement.

His mouth slightly ajar, his round eyes brimming with adoration.

Jiang Fulai snapped out of it, surprised that Bai Lian could paint too.

He approached, bent slightly, and took a glance.

After looking, Director Jiang, the human photocopy machine, was somewhat silent; he began to understand why his teacher had trembled while saying he didn’t have the talent when he first tried painting.