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Bailian looked at Xu En. Her gaze was calm, and her face expressionless.

But Xu En felt inexplicably nervous.

“He’s a philanthropist named Liu Xinming,” Xu En explained to her, “My business partner this time, but he was mysteriously attacked by an enemy and is now in the ICU.”

“Liu Xinming?” Bailian remembered the banner hanging in the cafeteria before.

She had some impression of him.

At that time, Wen Qi had also said that this person was indeed a philanthropist.

She always had a good memory and remembered that this Liu Xinming was not only a philanthropist but also, according to Wen Qi, a shareholder of “Time Media”.

He was also considered Yan Lu’s boss.

“Are you close?” she asked.

Xu En shook his head, “Not really, just business partners.”

“Okay, I’ll ask Dr. Lansi about it,” Bailian withdrew her gaze, thinking for a moment, “Can you ask about Yan Lu’s recent whereabouts and news? It would be best if you could give me her phone number too.”

“Yan Lu?” Xu En found this name somewhat familiar.

It took him only a second to remember that this was the new artist he had hired to promote Xiangcheng, “I know her, I’ll look into it right away.”

Xu En had hired people casually.

No one knew that this charity activity was initiated by the Xu family.

Few artists would take on this kind of charity-like activity.

Yan Lu was from Xiangcheng and was the first to accept this charity work. Xu En had a good impression of her. Later, when his assistant said that Yan Lu was being criticized online for her “cleanliness obsession”, he didn’t replace her.

This was the first time Bailian had asked him to do something.

Xu En took it very seriously.

Without saying much more, he returned to the car and had his assistant start investigating what Yan Lu had been up to recently.

Bailian had asked casually, but Xu En could see through it. He added, “By the way, when you’re investigating, be polite to her.”

“Be polite to her?” The assistant didn’t quite understand.

Even the chairman of Time Entertainment had to be polite to Xu En, and Yan Lu was just an eighteenth-tier small artist under Time Media. Be polite to her? The assistant needed to know her status clearly to understand what level of politeness was appropriate.

“It’s Ah Lian who asked me to look into it. She’s very interested in this artist,” Xu En drove the car into the sea of people.

With this explanation, the assistant immediately understood.

** In front of the milk tea shop.

Jiang Fuli had a cold, handsome face, his left hand in the pocket of his windbreaker, his right hand using two fingers to disdainfully hold a large cabbage pillow.

The frost on his face was almost visible.

Even the sunlight reflecting off his face was as cold as ice and snow.

Noble, unapproachable, ‘kill all who come near me’.

Jiang He’er hugged his small cabbage backpack.

Two meters away from him.

Passersby didn’t dare to look directly at Jiang Fuli, but couldn’t help glancing at the big cabbage in the cool guy’s hand.

Without looking, Bailian knew how much Jiang Fuli despised Jiang He’er’s pillow.

“You brought the pillow for him?” Bailian walked over, couldn’t help but look at the pillow twice, then looked at his expression.

She rubbed her chin.

Jiang Fuli coldly glanced at Jiang He’er, his light eyes shooting daggers, “Mm.”

Not very happy.

“Ah, he brought it back to my place,” Bailian walked inside, explaining for Jiang He’er, “My grandfather wanted to make clothes for him, so he wanted to make something like this.”

She pointed at the cabbage pillow in Jiang Fuli’s hand.

Jiang He’er had his own ideas.

He wanted Ji Heng to embroider the cabbage in his hand.

Because Jiang He’er went home with Bailian, Jiang Fuli had been staying in the lab recently.

In the morning, Jiang He’er specially sent several voice messages to Jiang Fuli, telling him to definitely bring his cabbage pillow when he came to school in the evening.

Jiang Fuli, while disdainful, brought the thing over with a cold face.

Jiang He’er didn’t dare to make a sound at all.

When Bailian arrived, Jiang He’er finally dared to inch towards her, taking tiny steps.

Finally holding onto the hem of Bailian’s school uniform.

“Your grandfather is making clothes for him?” Jiang Fuli pushed open the wind chimes, the clear sound mixing with his cold jade-like voice, “Cabbage clothes?”

He glanced coldly at Jiang He’er.

Mercilessly mocking.

Jiang He’er tilted his head, refusing to look at Jiang Fuli no matter what.

“Don’t mind that,” Bailian sent Jiang Fuli to queue up, “Since you’re so talkative, go queue up.”

Jiang Fuli looked at the long queue, walking over coldly.

Then suddenly, the people in front of him in the queue started to crowd together.

The people behind him in the queue.

One meter away from him.

Bailian glanced over and suddenly felt that Jiang Fuli was very suitable for queuing.

Because no matter where he queued, no one would dare to cut in front of him, unlike Lu Xiaohan who often got cut in line and didn’t dare to say anything, at most muttering quietly about how rude it was.

Not far away.

Tang Ming and Ning Xiao, who had been obediently waiting for the two, had their admiration for Bailian increase a hundredfold.

So brave.

Someone actually dared to make Young Master Jiang queue up.

“Did you two finish that question last night?” Bailian sat opposite them, her fingers tapping on the table.

Both remained silent.

Understood.

Bailian found it hard to comprehend for a moment, unable to help, “Then you two are done for.”

After Jiang Fuli came back with the order slip, he checked the process of those two opposite. Ning Xiao was okay, he hadn’t solved it, but his process and general direction were correct, he just didn’t know how to use the last formula.

Tang Ming was hard to evaluate.

Because when he was halfway through solving the problem, he made a mistake in substituting a number and went completely off track.

Ever since learning that these two could score 110 in the joint exam, Jiang Fuli could now face them calmly. He glanced at the question.

He put it down with a “pat”.

“Which school do you two want to get into?” Jiang Fuli only asked.

Ning Xiao thought seriously, “North City University…”

Jiang Fuli didn’t say anything, just looked at him coldly, with a “try saying that again” expression.

Ning Xiao paused slightly, suddenly becoming bolder, “Pe-people’s…”

Another flying dagger look.

This was already a top three university in the country.

“Ah,” Ning Xiao hesitated greatly, he looked at Jiang Fuli, suddenly getting it, “Do I have to aim for, for Jiangjing University?”

“Am I asking you or are you asking me?” Jiang Fuli was amused by his anger.

Ning Xiao quickly said: “I want to get into Jiangjing University.”

Jiang Fuli glanced at Tang Ming beside him.

Tang Ming pointed at himself, looking completely confused, “I, I can get in too?”

— “Ah no no, let me explain, I want to get in too! Yes, I want to get in too!”

Bailian lowered her head to do practice questions, really not wanting to see the looks on the faces of the two opposite.

As she was writing.

Her phone lit up.

It was a message from Xu En, who had found out information about Yan Lu.

Bailian directly opened it.

** At the same time.

At the hotel where Yan Lu was staying, Aunt Zhang had already taken out her bank card. This was the money their family had saved over the years. Yan Lu gave her own card to her as well.

Beside them, Sister Xin received a phone call.

Then she looked at Yan Lu in surprise, “Xiao Lu, are you close with Mr. Xu’s assistant?”

“Mr. Xu’s assistant?” Yan Lu frowned, not recalling this person.

That was strange.

But at this moment, Sister Xin had no time to think too much about it. She said directly, “Yes, he gave me the phone number of Director Liu’s administrative assistant.”

In the hospital ICU.

Director Liu had just finished a call with Xu En.

“Good, good, thank you, Mr. Xu!” Director Liu’s hand trembled as he finished the call, looking at his son in the ICU, “Xinming, don’t worry, dad will definitely avenge you.”

“Chairman,” beside him, the administrative assistant handed a document and a photo to Director Liu, “This is a photo from the scene that the police didn’t find, and also… there are dozens of videos on Young Mr. Liu’s phone. We initially suspect that person came for these…”

Director Liu glanced at the photo.

He sneered, “Delete them all. Also, is there any news about Zhao Jingzhou?”

The assistant already knew how to handle these things, but there were many artists involved, “We’ve contacted him. He’s currently handling an economic dispute case and said that your case doesn’t need him, that his apprentice would be enough…”

“It must be him,” Director Liu looked at the assistant, his gaze cold and stern, “I want him to be sentenced to death!”

The administrative assistant nodded, “Alright, I’ll contact Lawyer Zhao again.”

As he spoke, his phone rang.

It was a call from Sister Xin.

She said Zhang Shize’s mother and Yan Lu were coming to visit Liu Xinming and apologize.

The assistant didn’t know how they had found his phone number. Hearing this, he didn’t answer, only looking questioningly at Director Liu.

Director Liu stared at the ICU, his face full of frenzied bloodthirst, “Let them come.”

Having learned the news.

Yan Lu didn’t tell Aunt Zhang about this, she came by herself.

Sister Xin couldn’t guarantee the state of these two women. At this time, she should learn from Man Xi and stay out of it, but she still gritted her teeth and followed.

Outside the cold ICU door.

Yan Lu brought Aunt Zhang, looking at the old man standing with his back to them in front of the glass door.

“Director Liu,” Yan Lu’s face was a bit pale, her hairstyle very messy. She bowed and held out two bank cards, “We’ve come to apologize to Mr. Liu on behalf of Zhang Shize.”

Aunt Zhang kept apologizing to Director Liu, saying “I’m sorry” over and over.

In the dim corridor.

The cigarette in Director Liu’s hand flickered on and off.

The pungent smell of tobacco wafted out. Director Liu turned around, took the two bank cards from Yan Lu’s hand, then threw them on the ground, tightly gripping Yan Lu’s neck, “Apologize? You can all go to hell to apologize to my son!”

“Director Liu,” Yan Lu’s mouth twisted into a smile, the hatred in her eyes obvious, “You, you should know why Liu Xinming was beaten, right? What, what if I say… I have evidence?”

Aunt Zhang and Sister Xin quickly came over to support Yan Lu’s arms: “Xiao Lu!”

Director Liu suddenly let go.

He just stood there, looking down at Yan Lu who was bent over coughing hard.

He laughed.

“Fine,” Director Liu took a drag of his cigarette. He flicked some ash, looking at these people, “You want to settle this privately, huh? It’s not impossible. You kneel and apologize to my son for a night, I’ll consider settling privately with you.”

It was hard enough for Yan Lu and the others to find Director Liu here.

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, no matter what the conditions were, she and Aunt Zhang would not hesitate.

It was just kneeling, the two didn’t hesitate at all.

“Ding—”

The elevator door opened.

When Bailian received Xu En’s message, she had asked Lu Lingxi, who told her about Zhang Shize being at the police station.

She also found out that Yan Lu and Aunt Zhang were at the ICU.

As soon as the elevator door opened, she heard Director Liu’s words.

“Kneel to him?” Bailian reached out, irritatedly pulled open her school uniform, and slowly walked closer.

Her voice was cold.

Everyone in the corridor looked over.

Aunt Zhang’s expression changed. These past two days she had learned that Zhang Shize had beaten someone important. Sister Xin had also warned them not to involve students, “This has nothing to do with you, leave quickly!”

She didn’t call Bailian by name.

“Hey student,” Sister Xin also recognized Bailian. She was startled, then grabbed Bailian’s sleeve, shaking her head, “You’re still a student. This matter is very complicated. The Liu family is one of the top hundred enterprises in the country, a major taxpayer…”

Bailian took off her school uniform and placed it in Sister Xin’s hands, slowly and methodically: “Hold this.”

She slowly walked towards Aunt Zhang and Yan Lu, one hand grabbing Aunt Zhang’s hand, the other gripping Yan Lu’s wrist.

“How did you find your way here,” Aunt Zhang came to her senses. She lowered her voice, much more rational, “You shouldn’t get involved in this matter.”

Director Liu was their last straw.

Bailian let go of her hands. She helped Aunt Zhang tidy up her messy collar, her tone casual and indifferent: “Auntie, even if you don’t trust me, you should trust Zhang Shize, right? Do you think Zhang Shize could beat this guy up like this—”

She slightly turned her head, looking at the person on the ICU bed.

A smile curled at the corner of her mouth, like a blood flower blooming in endless hell, “Just so you could kneel to him here?”

Zhang Shize wasn’t here, but she was.

She was right here, and no one could break his bones over her.

Aunt Zhang and Yan Lu were both stunned.

Especially Yan Lu.

“Let’s go.” Bailian supported Aunt Zhang again, leading her away.

Aunt Zhang’s footsteps were heavy, constantly looking back. Her voice choked up, “Xiao Ze, he…”

Director Liu stared at the newly arrived Bailian, then looked at Yan Lu and Aunt Zhang, sinisterly, “You two think carefully. After today, you won’t have another chance to settle this privately with me.”

Aunt Zhang’s footsteps faltered.

She looked back.

“Auntie,” Bailian held the elevator open, comforting her, “You think he’d really settle privately with you after you kneel? It’s okay, we’ll find a lawyer and fight him in court fair and square.”

Find a lawyer? Director Liu coldly laughed at their retreating figures. You think you can still find any lawyer?