The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 452: 178 Brother Jiang intervenes _1

Chapter 452: 178 Brother Jiang intervenes _1
 

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Young people’s world is something Jian Zhongyou doesn’t quite understand; he couldn’t name a single hot star if asked.

It was the start of the school semester, and he had even sneaked out for a trip during the holiday, with many tasks awaiting him.

Today was Monday, and he had just finished a meeting when he received a message from Bai Lian. As soon as he opened the picture, he saw the bold black letters—

[“Rewriting the Past” arrangement controversy explodes]

He squinted his eyes and sent Bai Lian several symbols. The older generation could handle videos, but many Weibo functions remained a mystery to him, so he scrolled through somewhat slowly.

At that moment, Bai Lian sent another message: [Controversy?]

He hadn’t found out what the controversy was yet, but he replied quickly: [p]

[I’ll take a look]

Dean Jian was too lazy to keep scrolling and directly asked a teacher he knew beside him to operate it for him.

“Miss Yan Lu?” The teacher took Dean Jian’s phone. He had recorded with Yan Lu twice and naturally recognized her. “Don’t worry, I’ll check it for you.”

It took the teacher just a few minutes on Weibo to understand the whole story.

The barriers within the arrangement community aren’t that high. Actually, before this, most people wouldn’t go specifically digging into the arranger of a song. Now that it’s been dug up by paid posters, it could only mean that this was the only flaw they could find in the song.

**

On the other side of the phone, Bai Lian, having seen the reply, knew it had nothing to do with Dean Jian.

She was waiting for Dean Jian to reply to her.

Yan Lu was still busy in the kitchen with Zhang’s mother.

Xiaotian and Ahuang, the two assistants, had originally come to bring Yan Lu back to deal with the situation, but before they could get to it, Yan Lu caught them and put them to work washing and sorting vegetables.

“Xiaotian,” the kitchen space was small, and Ahuang, who was squatting in the hall removing shrimp veins, felt a bit clueless, “What exactly am I here for? Why am I squatting here?”

He turned his head to look at Yan Lu, who was helping in the kitchen.

It was a big issue that concerned Yan Lu’s reputation, but she didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all. Instead, she was taking her sweet time in the kitchen.

Xiaotian, while picking shrimp veins, felt a weird calm settle over him, “Let’s just keep sorting for now.”

Outside, after Bai Lian and the others had finished eating watermelon and went to throw out the trash, Bai Lian and Ning Xiao entered the house.

“Why haven’t you started doing the problem sets yet?” Ning Xiao brought in a flower pot, his voice calm.

Bai Lian grabbed a pair of scissors, “The ones on the app?”

At the beginning of the month, the app had released new problems, and Ning Xiao had already started solving them. Bai Lian hadn’t started, and many people were stumped by a particularly current problem on the app.

“Yes, I was just looking at the Langlands-Siegel zero.”

Bai Lian stood by the window, started trimming the branches, “I’ll look at it in a couple of days. Right now, I have to sort out some materials for He Wen.”

He Wen was like a senior brother who had his younger sister do all the grunt work; as soon as new literature was published that he hadn’t had time to read, he passed it on to Bai Lian, asking her to read it and summarize the core points and overviews for him.

Bai Lian hadn’t even started college yet, but she was already getting a taste of postgraduate treatment.

But the literature He Wen sent was all in fields she was interested in.

Ning Xiao, who already knew who He Wen was: “…”

As the two talked, Xiaotian and Ahuang squatting nearby were completely lost—what app, He Wen…

And what was that about Langlands and Siegel again?

All this was beyond them.

The two were utterly confused.

Eventually, they got back to talking about grandma and Uncle Wang—how the boy’s grandma was sick, and the uncle was taking care of her at home. That was what normal students talked about.

Today the house was crowded, but with the help of Yan Lu and the two assistants, Zhang’s mother quickly prepared the meal. She moved two tables together, and a bunch of people gathered around to eat.

“Alian, when is Chi Lu coming back?” At the dinner table, Zhang’s mother recalled that the last time they had a meal, Zhang’s father was there, and so was lawyer Chi Lu.

When Zhang’s mother mentioned Chi Lu, Yan Lu also looked at Bai Lian.

Chi Lu was the life-saving benefactor of Zhang Shize.

Bai Lian, holding chopsticks and picking up a stalk of bok choy, said upon hearing this, “Next month.”

Last year, Chi Yundai was in exile, but this year he was returning to his position. Ming Dongheng said he didn’t have much vacation time, but he would still take the time to come back and test Zhang Shize.

Around the dinner table, they chatted about this and that, but no one brought up Yan Lu’s issue.

The dinner lasted until after seven in the evening. As Ahuang finished eating and started to help clean up the table, he looked down to ask Xiaotian, “Why does Sister Lu have so many student friends? Also, who is Chi Lu?”

“I don’t know,” Xiaotian responded as he placed the dishes into the kitchen.

Xiaotian and Ahuang hadn’t been involved with Zhang Shize’s case and didn’t even know that “Chi Lu” was a lawyer; they only thought it was some two-character name.

“These students are so lucky to be friends with Sister Lu,” Ahuang sighed, then his concern returned to the pressing matter at hand.

Time Entertainment knew that Ahuang and Xiaotian were with Yan Lu. The public relations department couldn’t reach Wang Xin for a decision, so they called Ahuang.

After taking the call, Ahuang finally found an opportunity to speak with Yan Lu, “Sister Lu, the public relations department communicated with me. You just need to post a clarifying Weibo.”

A Weibo post clarifying that she had nothing to do with the arrangement.

Yan Lu shook her head, offering no explanation.

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If this matter isn’t clarified, with such a fuss, Yan Lu might lose a lot of resources. Ahuang couldn’t understand it at all and said, “Xiaotian, what do you think Sister Lu’s team is thinking? Who exactly made the arrangement?”

Xiaotian shook her head. Yan Lu recorded the songs herself, so she didn’t know who wrote the lyrics and music.

Within the entire Time Entertainment, probably only Sister Xin and Yan Lu knew about it.

**

At eight o’clock, a group of students bade farewell to Mother Zhang.

Jiang Fulai’s car had just stopped on the opposite side, waiting for her.

As Bai Lian walked toward the car, her phone vibrated a few times; Principal Jian had finally figured out the ins and outs of the situation.

He didn’t send a message; he called Bai Lian directly.

Pressing the answer button, Bai Lian walked towards the light across the street, “Principal Jian.”

“I’ve found out,” Jian Zhongyou didn’t beat around the bush. He was still sitting at his desk, reaching out to click on a long recording, “There is a video on the internet from a previous internal performance of our school, and I conducted that performance. I checked the records of that performance at the school.”

Principal Jian didn’t have a vivid memory of that performance, and it was only after seeing the video online that he realized he had such an arrangement to his credit.

It was indeed Jian Zhongyou’s own stylistic hallmark.

There was nothing much to say. Jian Zhongyou could only sigh; the netizens, or rather, Yan Lu’s aggressive moves, were too powerful. With so many years of performances at Jiangjing Music Academy, each nearly three hours long, they could still find these arrangements amidst them all.

“What do you plan to do?” Bai Lian reached out to pluck a leaf from the side, toying with it in her hand, her voice calm and unhurried.

Jiang Fulai saw her walking so slowly, so he got out of the car to wait for her.

Bai Lian was not yet done talking with Principal Jian.

“We need to handle this,” Principal Jian also calmed down, having lived long enough to know that with such intensity behind it, there must be someone stoking the flames. “Otherwise, even if it’s clarified, a lot of people won’t be notified.”

Everything needs attention.

Spreading rumors takes just a mouth, debunking them runs you ragged.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Fulai opened the car door and asked a few questions, to which Bai Lian recounted the whole situation with Yan Lu.

“Your new song?” Jiang Fulai knew she wrote lyrics and composed music, and his eyes turned colder, too.

“Yeah.” Bai Lian was not too concerned; she got into the car and began to check the academic paper He Wen had sent her on her phone.

Jiang Fulai, seated beside her, raised his hand to signal Ming Dongheng to drive, his eyes narrowing slightly, “Don’t let Principal Jian act rashly on this matter, give me Yan Lu’s agent’s contact information.”

“Rewriting the Past” had already been labeled “impure,” and clarifying it completely wasn’t something Principal Jian, an outsider to the circle, could accomplish.

Bai Lian opened Sister Xin’s WeChat and sent it to Jiang Fulai.

Jiang Fulai reached out to open it and added her as a friend.

“Why are you looking at this?” Jiang Fulai waited for Wang Xin to accept, his gaze glancing over at the new academic paper Bai Lian was viewing.

It looked familiar.

“He Wen gave it to me.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fulai knew what He Wen was up to; the light was turned on in the back of the car, and he sat under it, dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, his refined facial features especially cold, and he just tugged at his lips at the comment.

He Wen, who was at a research base dressed in a sterile suit, suddenly sneezed.

A male student in the laboratory glanced at him, “He Wen, do you have a cold? Don’t pass it on to the junior sister.”

He picked up a mask and had He Wen put it on.

He Wen: “…”

**

Beicheng.

Time Entertainment’s public relations department had not yet gotten off work; everyone was busy dealing with Yan Lu’s situation.

In the office, the CEO earnestly said to Sister Xin, “You’ve been in the entertainment industry for so long, you still don’t know what it takes to maximize profits? If there’s an author for the lyrics and composition, it’s easy to find another arranger, just push the blame on him, give him some compensation to shut him up. Is this arranger Yan Lu’s father? Won’t you make any concessions at all?”

Hearing this, Sister Xin sitting opposite only raised her eyebrows.

Principal Jian might not be Yan Lu’s father, but Bai Lian could be considered as such.

With Principal Jian’s status, the fact that he was willing to arrange music for Yan Lu was all for the sake of Bai Lian.

In the whole entertainment industry, no senior had a stature like Principal Jian’s.

“If the PR department clarifies it, just push the responsibility onto Yan Lu,” Sister Xin put down her teacup. Yan Lu had been through a lot, and Sister Xin had become indifferent, “As for the rest, we’ll try to debunk it as much as possible; this isn’t plagiarism to begin with.”

It seemed Sister Xin and Yan Lu were already out of control, the CEO lit a cigarette, looking at Sister Xin, “In that case, let Yan Lu rest for a few more days. Let Man Xi replace her in ‘Perfect Day’ this time to avoid the limelight.”

“Perfect Day” was a variety show invested in by Time Entertainment. Businessmen always seek profit and avoid harm; now the netizens were all “dodging” Yan Lu and a bunch of her past scandals was being circulated.

Time Entertainment was worried about affecting the reputation of their produced variety show.

Yan Lu was currently involved in two variety shows, “Perfect Day” and “Come Here Friend.” The latter had a signed contract, while the former did not.

Of course, now with Yan Lu’s situation escalating, it was damaging to the artist’s image; the variety show could also break the contract and have Yan Lu compensate for it.

Sister Xin took out her phone and got in touch with the marketing accounts.

Just as she turned on her phone, she received a new friend notification.