The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 739 - 293 is so much like our ancestor_2

Chapter 739: 293 is so much like our ancestor!_2 Chapter 739: 293 is so much like our ancestor!_2 The transaction records from Backter Street have come through, listing Zhou Jian as one of the tradespeople. It’s hard to account for transactions from over a decade ago, but because Zhou Jian frequently dealt with buyers, he remembers clearly that one of the buyers was Zhou Jian.

“Zhou Jian?” It took Director Chen a while to recall who this person was.

Zhou Jian, the man who nearly caused Xu En to suffer brain death, Ren Qian’s secretary.

“Zhou Jian’s file is at the Xiangcheng branch,” said Director Chen, who was also promoted straight to Jiangjing from Xiangcheng. A lot of people in Xiangcheng remembered his kindness, “I’ll ask them to find the file and scan it over tonight, and find a time for Sun Fei to take you directly to the system at the Yunxiao branch.”

It’s not advisable to send internal materials from Xiangcheng over carelessly.

**

Gao Family, study room.

Gao Yi was talking to Mu Youjun, “You haven’t seen her yet?”

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Mu Youjun placed the teacup beside him, “She hasn’t returned to the Mu Family, let alone me, even Yining seldom sees her.”

“Forget it, no need to bother,” Gao Yi said no more, and took the teacup, lowering his gaze to take a sip of tea.

After she had left, Gao Yi turned to Gao Jiachen, “You know that Professor Ma’s laboratory is looking for an undergraduate, right? This could be a breakthrough for Gao Yuan.”

“Dad, don’t worry, I’m guiding my cousin in the core research,” Gao Jiachen said, with his whole team now working for Gao Yuan, “This year, both Liang Wuyu and Bai Lian are strong competitors.”

“Which team are they in now?”

“Zhou Wenqing’s team, I checked. They are researching superconductors, but after three years, the project has made little progress,” Gao Jiachen informed Gao Yi.

Gao Yi slowly set down his teacup, “No progress in three years, what are they doing with so much scientific research funding every year. Make them deliver results this year, or there’s no point in continuing this project.”

**

Saturday.

The national graduate student entrance examination begins.

This year, Xu Wenyao and Jian Zhe are both participating in the big test.

Jiangjing doesn’t get much rain or snow, but the cold is particularly biting; all the lakes in Jiangjing are frozen. Today, Ji Heng and Director Chen are ice fishing at Jiayu Lake.

Pu Xiaohan wants to check in at the ancient buildings of Jiangjing, “Lian, will you join me? Just wear what you have, I’ll take a few shots of your silhouette for my new concept, a collision of ancient and modern? Sister Lu hasn’t returned to Jiangjing, otherwise, I could ask her too.”

Of course, Pu Xiaohan’s first choice was always Bai Lian.

Bai Lian was reading documents in the study room, and without giving it much thought, joined Pu Xiaohan.

She has never refused people like Pu Xiaohan.

Ming Dongheng stayed in Shanhai Apartment; as soon as Bai Lian and the others left, he followed discreetly in a private car far behind them, although Bai Lian’s skills meant there was no need to worry.

Every city’s ancient architecture is somewhat similar.

Bai Lian toured with Pu Xiaohan, indifferent and casual.

Not until they walked further down the path, and Pu Xiaohan set down her camera, pointing to the sign on the left, did she say, “Bai Zhongyu’s tomb is just ahead.”

At these words, Bai Lian felt a trace of distraction.

It was only ten in the morning, the cold light falling in front of her, making her vision seem somewhat blurred.

She could only vaguely make out the ancient sandalwood sign ahead, inscribed with the white characters “Tomb of Bai Zhongyu.”

The people and sounds around her seemed to blur into obscurity.

She was resigned to facing her own tomb, but at the sight of the characters for Bai Zhongyu’s tomb, it was as though an invisible hand gripped her heart tightly.

Pu Xiaohan continued to marvel to Bai Lian that the people of Xiangcheng had always had a special affection for the Bai Family, and she knew that Bai Lian shared the same faith as the people of Xiangcheng.

This wasn’t her first visit to Bai Zhongyu’s tomb.

After a couple of sentences, she realized that Bai Lian had been silent the whole time.

Surprised, Pu Xiaohan tilted her head, finding Bai Lian beside her staring fixedly at the sign.

From this angle, all she could see was Bai Lian’s fair profile, her dark hair half-up and draping over her shoulders, her black eyes heavy with mist. Bai Lian was wearing a snowy white cloak today, her head slightly raised to look at the sign, the peony on her White Jade Hairpin swaying gently with the wind.

Her skirt and cloak fluttered in the breeze.

Pavilions and towers.

The young woman with her hair half-up seemed to be on a different layer from the people at the scene, as though she had traversed from the ancient primordial past.

Most of the passing tourists couldn’t help but stop to gaze at her.

Street photographers captured the moment without hesitation.

**

“Lian,” realizing the crowd was growing, Pu Xiaohan snapped back to the present and tugged on Bai Lian’s cloak, “Let’s go ahead first.”

Pu Xiaohan was familiar with the place and had been here before.

Holding incense in her hand, she led Bai Lian to Bai Zhongyu’s tomb.