Chapter 848: The incident happened at 330, Qinglong Bar! Chapter 848: The incident happened at 330, Qinglong Bar! President Jian always mingled with Bai Lian and the others without putting on any airs as an artist.

He would roll up his sleeves and take off his shoes to fish with Ji Heng and Director Chen.

He had done all sorts of down-to-earth things.

Shen Qing felt uncomfortable around Ren Jiawei and Mu Yining, but she was always at ease around President Jian, Xu En, and Chen Yongkun.

Her casual demeanor made Dong Xiaobai somewhat uneasy.

He was in the same industry after all.

Although President Jian specialized in music, he was also quite famous in calligraphy.

In Dong Xiaobai’s circle, he was a top-tier figure; once Dong stood up, he never dared to sit down again but stood by the sofa instead.

Ji Heng came in with President Jian, carrying things to roll tobacco.

Dong Xiaobai politely greeted Ji Heng and then immediately said to President Jian, “President Jian, hello, I am Dong Xiaobai from the Calligraphy Association.”

President Jian stood by the coffee table, watching Ji Heng roll the tobacco. Hearing the greeting, he looked up leisurely and replied to Dong Xiaobai.

In the evening, Xiaoqi arrived.

He still sat in a wheelchair and was pushed over by Ren Jiawei.

Ren Jiawei had canceled all her meetings for Xiaoqi’s sake and had specially rented an apartment next to Xiaoqi’s place.

She used to get along poorly with Ji Heng; both were fashion designers, but now for Xiaoqi’s sake, Ren Jiawei had tempered her sharpness and managed to converse with Ji Heng.

Mu Yining chatted quietly with Xiaoqi about a collaboration.

They also talked about Xiaoqi joining the Mu Family.

Mu Yining knew very well that Bai Lian was giving the Mu Family a chance for Xiaoqi’s sake.

“When can you and your grandfather get registered,” Mu Yining said to Xiaoqi, “to enter you into the family records of the Mu Family.”

After Ji Shaojun and the others returned the last time, the Mu Family held a grand banquet.

This time for Xiaoqi…

Mu Yining pondered that they couldn’t be simplistic about it.

Dong Xiaobai wasn’t familiar with the Ji Family people; he only knew of Ren Wanxuan before.

This was his first time seeing Xiaoqi and his first time gathering with the Ren Family like this.

Only now did he realize the kind of polished demeanor that Xiaoqi possessed, definitely not that of an ordinary person, especially since… he could converse with Mu Yining.

Dong Xiaobai was inwardly astonished.

He remembered Mu Yining saying that Xiaoqi was an orphan who hadn’t even finished junior high, which was one of the reasons why Mu Zhendong and the Dong Family chose to protect Ren Wanxuan.

After everyone finished dinner and it was past nine o’clock, Bai Lian and a few others had not yet returned.

Mu Yining was not easy to come by, and she wanted to wait for Bai Lian; she knew all too well that whether it was Xiaoqi or Bai Lian’s other friends, everything was centered around Bai Lian.

“Alian is out having dinner tonight,” Shen Qing said, having heard from Jiang Fulai a few days ago that he would be on a long business trip, “She’ll probably come back very late.”

Hearing Shen Qing say this, Mu Yining decided not to continue disturbing Ji Heng’s rest.

She left with Dong Xiaobai.

Once in the car, Mu Yining started the engine.

Dong Xiaobai came back to his senses, “Xiaoqi doesn’t look like what I imagined.”

Mu Yining drove onto the main road, “He’s very smart.”

If it weren’t for Bai Lian and Xiaoqi mentioning it themselves, she might not have been able to imagine that the person truly managing the nationwide sensation of Xuan Kang was a young man not even twenty years old.

“If he had grown up in the Mu Family or the Ren Family…” Mu Yining pressed the brake slightly, murmuring, “He would surely be much smarter than Mu Zhao now.”

He should have had a path leading straight to the heavens.

Dong Xiaobai remained silent, aware of the weight of her words.

Mu Yining didn’t bring up Xiaoqi again, but asked about President Jian instead.

She wasn’t familiar with President Jian, but given Dong Xiaobai’s attitude, she knew there must be a reason.

“This President Jian is a master in the world of classical music, the Sect Leader of the guzheng faction,” Dong Xiaobai looked at the streetlights ahead, speaking gravely, “You know my brother works for the Cultural Bureau; he’s also the Bureau Head.”

For the Dong Family, striking up even a single conversation with President Jian was not easy.

“Guzheng?” Mu Yining realized something and responded, “No wonder, I heard the butler mention that Alian can play the guzheng.”

However, none of them had ever heard her play.

Could Bai Lian play the guzheng well?

This time, Dong Xiaobai did not say anything more.

Who could have thought that President Jian was friends with Bai Lian?

At this moment, he already realized that the Dong Family had bet on the wrong side.

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Two o’clock in the morning.

The streets were mostly empty of cars, except for those places immersed in luxury and debauchery; most residential areas of Jiangjing were tranquil.

In front of the gates of the research institute.

Five black modified cars were parked in a row, with a human wall on both sides ensuring no passage.

Bai Lian and President Huang were seeing Jiang Fulai and Academician Ma off.