The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 453: 179 might be because I composed the music myself (second update)_1
 

Xinjie added Bai Lian to her private account, which was known to few people. She opened her friends list, and although there was no information on the other party’s certified page, the account name consisted of three words—

Jiang Fulai.

Just a profile picture and a name, and Xinjie felt a chill down her spine for no apparent reason.

Back when she was in Xiangcheng, she had never heard anyone call out the name Jiang Fulai. Even a prominent lawyer like Chi Yundai was addressed as “Young Master Jiang,” but Jiang Fulai had mentioned his name when introducing himself.

Xinjie remembered the pronunciation, but not the characters.

Now she finally matched the characters with the pronunciation.

She reached out to accept the friend request and took the initiative to send a greeting.

Jiang Fulai on the other end didn’t reply but recommended a business card to her.

Jiang Fulai: [Add him.]

Xinjie didn’t dare to ask who this person was and directly added the stranger as a friend. She was just wondering who Jiang Shaojun wanted her to add when the next second, the message from that person came through—

[Hello, I am Qu Rong, a planner from Xijiang.]

Xijiang, one of the top three marketing firms in the country, mostly deals with national brand projects. This was the first time Xinjie had connected with such a high-level executive.

**

On the other side of the phone.

Jiang Fulai had sent Bai Lian back home.

Today wasn’t late yet. Ji Heng was still embroidering in the courtyard, the large light illuminating and casting a long shadow behind him.

His mobile phone was also next to the embroidery frame; he was video calling with Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing.

“You’re back early today.” Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ji Heng raised his head slightly.

“Yes,” Bai Lian put down her backpack, washed some fruit in the kitchen to share with Ji Heng and sat beside him. She greeted Shen Qing and Ji Shaojun while speaking to Ji Heng, “Grandpa, do you know about the Landau–Zener crossover?”

What crossover?

Ji Heng’s wrinkled hand paused, his mind still lingering on the “wave-particle duality of light.”

Had Bai Lian mentioned she wanted to switch subjects beforehand?

He calmly made another stitch, deftly directing the conversation, “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Go ahead.” Bai Lian bit into a pear, speaking unhurriedly.

“Your uncle is now in Jiangjing,” Ji Heng knew Bai Lian was an excellent student, probably the smartest among the Ji Family, “Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?”

Bai Lian: “Quantum mechanics.”

Her answer was crisp and decisive.

Ji Heng: “…Are you going to study this? Wave-particle duality?”

“What’s that?” On the other end of the phone, Shen Qing was full of confusion, and Ji Shaojun also leaned in.

Bai Lian looked encouragingly at Ji Heng, who set down his needle expressionlessly, “All of this is related to quantum mechanics. In short, a photon is a superposition of waves and particles… To put it in plain terms, do you know about online games? You know there is a rock ahead, but it won’t spawn until you get close. The moment you walk over, it immediately spawns.”

Shen Qing didn’t understand, but she felt something odd and involuntarily rubbed her arms.

“I see,” Ji Shaojun nodded his head, his mind recently bombarded by a plethora of data, “So, Alian is going to study physics?”

“That’s the plan for now.” Bai Lian finished the pear, “Uncle, is there something you need?”

Shen Qing chimed in from the side, “He wants to find you to help him with the data analysis.”

Ji Shaojun: “…”

Ji Heng picked up the needle again, “Let’s wait until after Alian’s college entrance exams.”

Nearby, Bai Lian didn’t bring up the “crossover” again, and Ji Heng finally relaxed.

**

Meanwhile, with Jiang Fulai.

In the study.

His phone was lit up with a hands-free call activated. On the other end, Jiang Xijue’s voice sounded puzzled, “Marketing?”

“Yes,” Jiang Fulai reached out, picking up the cushion on the carpet with two fingers and casually tossed it onto the sofa. His voice was indifferent, “The person is all I need.”

“Okay,” Jiang Xijue arranged it, curious about what it was but didn’t dare to ask, “Are you coming back next month?”

Jiang Fulai paused for a moment, “Coming back.”

He ended the call, returned to his seat, and turned on the computer. The glow from the screen cast his face in a stark white light. He logged directly into WeChat.

The request from Director Jian had been accepted, and the person had sent Jiang Fulai a video and a document.

The video was an internal performance from Jiangjing Music Academy, and the document listed the names and times of the performers involved.

He edited a segment from the video and took a screenshot of the list with Director Jian’s name and the school’s seal.

Jiang Fulai: [Do you mind if it’s revealed that you are “Jian”?]

Jiang Fulai knew that Director Jian had used the pseudonym “Jian” to collaborate quietly with Bai Lian on music, purely for the music’s sake, but had not expected that after the song became popular, such a situation would arise.

At that time, Yan Lu was still relatively unknown, and Director Jian didn’t want to label the song with something as significant as “Director Jian.”