The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 477: Miss Bai 188, have a good meal_2
 

Of course, he didn’t dare to contradict what Bai Lian had said.

The car stopped at Purest Street, and he got out to walk inside with Bai Lian. Bai Lian put on an earpiece and noticed a new email in her inbox, so she clicked to read it.

“From the Ma Institute,” Bai Lian lit up upon seeing the title, “A new article, a report explaining his own study.”

Such articles required devoted reading and understanding. Bai Lian only glanced at the title and abstract, then forwarded it to Jiang Fulai to print, sighing, “The Ma Institute writes really well.”

Jiang Fulai leaned over to look at the article, skimmed through a few lines, then stood up, completely ruthless, “Mediocre, not as well written as mine.”

As he spoke, he flipped through his own document library, casually picked a few, and forwarded them to Bai Lian, breezily advising, “Miss Bai, treat yourself to something good.”

Bai Lian, who knew almost nothing about dark matter: “…”

**

In Ji Heng’s courtyard, the Embroideress had already left.

Jiang He was sitting on the stone table, puzzling over complex Lego sets. When he saw Jiang Fulai approaching, he clumsily covered the puzzle with a small jacket lying nearby.

Ji Heng sat on the embroidery stool, holding a needle and contemplating the dark garment on the embroidery frame.

“Grandfather.” Bai Lian crossed the steps to enter, and as usual, greeted Ji Heng.

Jiang Fulai was right behind her and casually closed the door to the courtyard, glancing at Jiang He without saying a word.

Upon seeing Jiang Fulai, Ji Heng showed him the floral design on paper, “Xiaojiang, does it look like this?”

Bai Lian also looked over. Ji Heng had drawn a Dunhuang auspicious cloud pattern—it looked very wealthy.

Jiang Fulai stood beside her, eyes and eyebrows lowered, his voice somewhat gentle, “That’s correct.”

“Then it’s settled,” Ji Heng nodded, casually picked up the nearby smoking pipe. Having finished the drawing, he now had a plan in mind. Recently, he had been embroidering the same pattern, and he intended to use Jiang Fulai’s piece to fend off boredom.

Jiang Fulai took Jiang He home, with Ji Heng escorting them out the door.

Jiang He waved at Ji Heng reluctantly.

Ji Heng lit a cigarette and stood in the doorway watching them leave. The alley had streetlights installed a few months ago, and he stayed until they turned the corner.

It wasn’t until they were out of sight that he turned back into the courtyard.

Bai Lian had never liked watching people leave. The first time she saw someone off was when Ji Shaojun suddenly went to Jiangjing, but that time, she left before Ji Shaojun did.

Ji Heng didn’t demand this of her; when he turned to close the door, Bai Lian was uncovering Jiang He’s jacket to look at his creation—an image he had drawn himself and had made into Lego to scale.

“This is custom-ordered by Jiang He himself,” Ji Heng exhaled a ring of smoke, speaking nonchalantly, “He has to pre-assemble it. I heard it’s a birthday present for his brother.”

Jiang He had confided quietly to Ji Heng about this.

**

Purest Street.

Jiang Fulai strolled casually ahead, with Jiang He trying to keep up with large strides behind him.

His phone vibrated—it was a message from Bai Lian about his paper—

[[Applause]]

After opening it, the two little hands even enlarged for a moment, and Jiang Fulai raised an eyebrow.

As the tall and the short reached the car, he pressed the car key to unlock it and, to Jiang He’s disbelief, opened the back door for him.

Jiang He hesitated before climbing in. He hadn’t often enjoyed such treatment and once seated, he looked at Jiang Fulai in the driver’s seat and shifted his legs, “I’m a bit hot.”

Jiang Fulai glanced at the rearview mirror, started the car, and lowered the rear window slightly.

The wind blew in.

Jiang He felt a bit elated, “And a bit thirsty.”

Jiang Fulai drove onto the main road and casually opened the glove compartment of the front passenger seat, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and tossed it to Jiang He.

His front passenger seat rarely had anyone bold enough to sit there. Ever since Bai Lian started sitting in the back, there was always plenty of food and drink.

Jiang He caught the mineral water, growing bolder, “The wind is a bit too…”

Finally losing his patience, Jiang Fulai gave a cold glance to the back seat, “Sit properly.”

Jiang He: “…”

He immediately closed the vent on himself.

The car slowly arrived at the residence, and Jiang Fulai parked and walked towards the entrance, where the garden lights were brightly lit.

Xu Nanjing lounged casually on an elegant recliner, idly scattering a handful of fish food; the koi that he had fed all day were too lazy to nibble again, barely flicking their tails.

Seeing Jiang Fulai return, he sat upright, tossing aside the fish food, “Jiang ge.”

Jiang Fulai nodded towards him and continued inside, while Jiang He trailed behind clutching the bottle of water.

“He.” Xu Nanjing greeted Jiang He.

Jiang He didn’t even lift his head, ambling along and ignoring him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om