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She knows Bai Lian loves to learn, but for the gift of songwriting, Xinjie doesn’t want her to waste it.

She opens Yan Lu’s Weibo, and the followers had grown to four million, from morning till night, all major video platforms and media had been looping Yan Lu’s songs.

Time Media urgently called Xinjie back to amend the contract, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes—

After so many years in the circle, Yan Lu had finally made it.

**

Xiangcheng Hospital.

“There’s nothing else showing up on the film and the CBC.” The doctor prescribed some medicine to Xu En.

“No other problems?” Ji Mulan stood to one side, frowning, “But he’s been having frequent headaches recently.”

The doctor looked at the examination report and finally raised his head, “Mr. Xu needs to rest more, Xiangcheng medical resources are limited if you are not reassured, you may go to a higher-level hospital for examination.”

“Oh, right,” the doctor suddenly remembered something, “I have a patient similar to Mr. Xu, it doesn’t affect daily life much, but there may be some impact on memory, does Mr. Xu have a lot of forgetfulness now?”

Xu En sat in his chair, “It’s okay.”

Besides the headaches, he had no other symptoms.

They left the consultation room, Ji Mulan went to get the medicine, and after getting the medicine, she came back with a worried look, “Let’s find a time to go back to Jiangjing Hospital for another check, Xiangcheng just can’t keep up with everything.”

“It’s time to go back,” things in Xiangcheng were on the right track, and Xu En and Ji Mulan’s wedding was imminent, he smiled, “We still need to plan the wedding, I wonder if Alian will come.”

He wasn’t very concerned about his health condition.

After all, it was just occasional headaches, a minor issue.

Compared to this, he was more curious about whether Bai Lian would attend his and Ji Mulan’s wedding in Jiangjing.

“Her…” Ji Mulan was momentarily lost in thought.

She hardly exchanged a word with Bai Lian now, she wanted to ease the tension between them, but every time she tried to talk, Bai Lian would ignore her.

Ji Mulan thought of what Mrs. Xu had said about the Yu Family, “What about the Yu Family matter?”

Xu En’s car was parked at the hospital entrance.

Upon hearing Ji Mulan bring up the Yu Family, he shook his head, “Don’t mention that to Alian, I’ve already refused my mother on that.”

“Indeed,” Ji Mulan actually thought the Yu Family sounded quite good, but Bai Lian’s current temperament was too prickly, not suitable for a larger family, “Her kind of personality isn’t suited for a big family.”

Xu En got into the back seat.

As he listened to Ji Mulan’s words, he glanced at her.

In recent days, he had learned some things, Bai Lian’s behavior towards Ji Mulan and the rest of the Ji Family members was not the same; the Bai Lian in front of Ji Heng and Ji Shaojun was different from the Bai Lian in front of Ji Mulan.

When confronting Ji Mulan, Bai Lian was always sharp and prickly, not speaking properly.

But the Bai Lian that Xu En knew was an extremely cultured and big-picture person, even though sometimes…

Xu En smiled to himself.

Sometimes Bai Lian really had a bad temper.

There were a few times Xu En felt like he was going to be gobbled up by Bai Lian.

As he chuckled to himself, Xu En couldn’t help but press his temples, feeling a headache, and he leaned back in his seat.

“You should rest,” said Ji Mulan anxiously as she helped him massage his temples.

**

Friday.

After school in the afternoon.

The chemistry teacher rolled up his book and didn’t leave, instead watching Bai Lian as she slowly packed her bag without moving.

Only when Bai Lian leisurely finished packing did he cough and say with a stern face, “Student Bai.”

Weng Qi, together with Pu Xiaohan and the entertainment committee members, wanted to laugh, but facing the aloof chemistry teacher, they dared not.

“Teacher,” Bai Lian said, obediently standing in front of the chemistry teacher with her bag in hand.

“Hmm,” the chemistry teacher nodded coldly, “You know there’s a monthly exam tomorrow, right?”

He said no more.

“I know,” Bai Lian nodded.

She had been studying chemistry and biology together recently.

The chemistry teacher placed his hands behind his back, observing Bai Lian subtly before leaving her with two detached words: “Good luck.”

After he left, Pu Xiaohan dared to speak, “Alian, honestly, don’t you think the chemistry teacher’s back looks so lonely?”

“I was just about to say that, but didn’t dare,” Weng Qi raised his hand.

“So, how’s your chemistry?” Pu Xiaohan whispered to Bai Lian, having made a bet, “Do you have a chance to surpass Ning the Genius in the total score?”

Bai Lian glanced at Pu Xiaohan and raised an eyebrow, “What do you think?”

Pu Xiaohan: “…”

How could she possibly guess something about the genius?

The group chattered their way to the school gate.

Weng Qi immediately noticed Sister Xin standing at the school entrance, “Sister Xin.”

He was somewhat turning into a fan of Yan Lu.

Zhang Shize, who was in prison, had heard this news and last time even had Bai Lian bring a simple note to Weng Qi, praising his good taste.

Sister Xin was also very touched by this lively group of young boys and girls.

She greeted them with a smile.

“These are the CDs for the bet,” Sister Xin handed two carefully wrapped CDs to Bai Lian after greeting everyone, “and one of these is for Dean Jian.”

To Sister Xin, Dean Jian was a respected, venerable artist.

Sister Xin didn’t dare ask for his contact information, nor did she expect Yan Lu to cozy up to Dean Jian, considering the difference in their social circles. She let Bai Lian relay everything related to Dean Jian.

“Okay,” Bai Lian took the CDs.

She took out her phone to ask for Dean Jian’s address.

“Miss Bai,” Sister Xin walked with the group toward the exit, “have you ever thought about continuing to write lyrics and compose music? Like writing songs for professional singers. There are many singers in the circle with good voices but average composing talent.”

Noticing Weng Qi’s gaze, Sister Xin paused – she remembered Weng Qi once said the principal would hang himself on her doorstep.

Then she explained, “I just regret Miss Bai’s talent! The music circle really lacks composers like Miss Bai, and I just hope Miss Bai will note down any inspiration she gets, without affecting her studies.”

Sister Xin had no doubt that if Bai Lian entered the composing scene, the music industry would be shaken.

Bai Lian’s house still had a guzheng, and her fingers idly spun the CD in her hand.

Suddenly turning her head, she looked at Sister Xin and said leisurely, “That An Qi from before, is he a singer?”

“Yes, he’s currently collaborating with Man Xi,” Sister Xin nodded, not very keen on mentioning An Qi right now.

“Then…” Bai Lian squinted her eyes, looking mischievous in the light of the setting sun, and said with a careless smile, “Does Yan Lu have an interest in developing a sideline as a singer?”

Sister Xin stared at Bai Lian, stunned—

This was really playing big.