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In the eastern part of the city, the old district.

Bai Lian led Jiang He out of the car.

In the car.

Chen Jingyu didn’t dare to speak in front of Bai Lian; it wasn’t until she got out of the car that he turned his head to look at Ming Dongheng and lowered his voice, “What’s the use of explaining so much to her?”

Could this Miss Bai understand?

He had recently been recommended by a surplus god and was making a name for himself in the Chen Family, also eyeing Ming Dongheng’s bodyguard position, feeling extremely inflated inside.

Almost forgetting himself.

Ming Dongheng’s expression was cold: “Chen Jingyu, be mindful of what you say and do.”

**

Bai Lian arrived early today; the Calligraphy Association hadn’t opened yet.

Only a few street vendors had opened their stalls by the roadside.

Bai Lian bought a sugar figure in the shape of a crane for Jiang He and waited for him to eat the sugar while waiting for the martial arts gym to open.

Finally, when Hall Master Jin came out, she intercepted him and got straight to the point, “Hall Master Jin, do you have any plans to reopen the martial arts gym?”

Bai Lian had been formulating and planning this idea ever since she found the martial arts gym.

She had researched many gyms over the past two months and asked people like Jian Zhe for information about Xingyi Martial Arts School, having a preliminary plan for the gym’s closure and subsequent development.

Upon hearing Bai Lian’s words, Jin Kai’s expression didn’t fluctuate at all.

He just looked up at her.

He was only around forty years old, with deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and brows, “Sorry, but I have to get to work.”

“This is my initial idea,” Bai Lian handed a piece of paper to Jin Kai, and she just smiled lightly, “You can take a look when you have time.”

She had a pair of lazy almond eyes, black pupils, and gentle lines. When she smiled, it seemed casual and carefree yet carried an inexplicable tension, making people involuntarily believe in her.

Jin Kai accepted that piece of paper.

He then silently continued on to work at the construction site nearby.

Not far away, next to the bus stop sign, a sedan was parked.

In the back seat, a man’s eyes, looking through the window and landing on the girl, were gloomy. He leisurely pulled out a cigarette, “I was wondering why Jin Kai had always refused to sell the martial arts gym, turns out he found a new backer.”

The person in the driver’s seat was surprised, “Secretary Zhou, do you know her?”

“I’m no longer the secretary of the Ren Family,” Zhou Jian lit the cigarette, his lips slowly curling, “She’s Xu En’s stepdaughter.”

“And who is Xu En?”

“Xu En… The new big boss in Xiangcheng, no wonder she’s so arrogant,” Zhou Jian sneered, “Let’s head back.”

He lowered his head, took out his phone, and sent a message to a number—

[Rest assured, miss, no one can shake your position.]

He looked up, if Bai Lian were here, she would have recognized this person as the former Secretary-General of Ren Qian.

Afternoon.

After fishing in the evening, Xu En finally went to the Ren Family’s dinner party.

“President Xu,” Ren Qian and Chen Gang raised their glasses towards Xu En, and after drinking one, Ren Qian spoke up, “You were really unlucky today, otherwise you could have met Miss Yu.”

The person on the side filled the trio’s cups with wine again.

Xu En pressed his brow, finding today’s alcohol a bit strong.

He glanced at the person pouring the wine, whom he seemed to have met before; it was Ren Qian’s secretary.

Regarding Ren Qian’s comment, Xu En remained composed, “I had some urgent matters; if there’s another opportunity…”

“I will inform you in advance,” said Chen Gang with a smile.

**

From Saturday night to Monday morning.

Jian Zhongyou, who hadn’t replied to Bai Lian, finally responded to her message.

President Jian: [The song recording is complete.]

President Jian: [Let me have a look at the abbreviated musical score you restored.]

Bai Jian: [1]

Jian Zhongyou sat in his office; he hadn’t rested much these past days. The people at Jiangjing Music Academy were striving for perfection, not tolerating a single flaw, and finally finished the song before Yan Lu’s release.

After all this, he listened to the music for a long time before he opened the chat window with Bai Lian.

It was a picture of an abbreviated musical score.

Jian Zhongyou clicked to open it.

Bai Lian had added several fingerings to the score. Jian Zhongyou was a bit stunned; he couldn’t care about resting anymore and went to the music room to play the fingering sequence Bai Lian had supplied, according to order.

“Ahhhh! Sister Lian, the official account commented on my video!” In the front seat, Pu Xiaohan opened the video for Bai Lian to see: “Look quickly!”

The others in the class crowded around too.

It was a video Pu Xiaohan had just posted this week.

The video featured Grandpa Tao and his puppets.

Bai Lian watched attentively.

Pu Xiaohan had a flair for editing; she spent more than half a month creating this video of less than two minutes. It started with the classic music of the Great Sage’s entrance, matched with Grandpa Tao’s manipulation of the Great Sage—