The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109: 043 If the handover isn’t done well, send Chen Yongkun rolling back to

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Jiang Fulai didn’t look at anyone, he merely tilted his head slightly to gaze at the sign above the entrance.

Then, he strode towards the police station.

His trench coat swept behind him in a haughty swirl.

“Young Master.” Ming Dongheng hurriedly followed him.

The chief and others at the entrance were completely ignored, exchanging bewildered looks. This was probably the first person who dared to dismiss the chief so blatantly: “Chief?”

Someone voiced out in silence.

Did those two not recognize the chief, or were they simply too indifferent to pay any attention?

While still uncertain, they vaguely felt it was the latter.

The chief suddenly felt uneasy. Without uttering a word, he followed them directly.

Outside the police station.

Xiaowu scratched his head, looking at Mao Kun in the back seat, “Brother Mao, are we going inside?”

Mao Kun pulled open the car door, “Of course, my sister is still in there. These people really don’t know how formidable I, Mao the Younger, am without being shown some color.”

Xiaoqi, with his hand on the steering wheel, sighed while rubbing his forehead, “Brother Mao, Xiaowu, don’t rush in yet.”

“Xiaoqi, have you forgotten how you got to where you are today? If it weren’t for our sister, the three of us would still be stuck on Purest Street as gang leaders,” Mao Kun bellowed.

It wasn’t until his sister single-handedly took down Poison Scorpion that he caught the eye of his godfather and was able to shine on Backter Street.

And…

If he was a step later and his sister had already wiped out those people, where would his face be?

Xiaoqi:

Hold back, his elder brother is an idiot.

“Let’s wait,” Xiaoqi inhaled deeply, trying to calm Mao Kun, “The two people who just went in aren’t simple.”

Xiaoqi talked him around, eventually stopping Mao Kun.

Mao Kun squatted across from the police station, lit a cigarette with a scowl, “Fine, I’ll wait another half hour.”

Xiaowu also squatted down beside him.

Xiaoqi turned his head away, not wanting to witness their foolishness.

As soon as Jiang Fulai entered the lobby, the bustling crowd fell silent.

He scanned the room.

Ming Dongheng immediately grabbed a police officer by the collar, asking, “Is there a brother-sister pair here?”

The officer was startled by Ming Dongheng’s stern gaze, “Yes, there are.”

“Take us to them.” Ming Dongheng let go.

There weren’t many cases today, mostly old ones. Speaking of a brother and sister, it had to be Bai Lian and Jiang He, who were still in the interrogation room.

The officer hurried to take them to Bai Lian and Jiang He.

Shen Qing was with Bai Lian, her hands clutching her skirt, sitting on one side uncomfortably, anxious and restless, and frequently checking her phone.

Bai Lian had to comfort the constantly trembling Jiang He while also trying to reassure Shen Qing.

When Jiang Fulai entered, he saw this scene.

The girl’s hand slowly stroked Jiang He’s back, her other hand supporting her chin, her cold black eyes half-closed looking at the tree shadows outside the window, like a white cat whose peaceful sleep had been disturbed, clearly not in a good mood.

Lingering on the edge of an outburst.

Shen Qing, startled by the sudden entrance of the two, quickly stood up.

The pressure from Jiang Fulai wasn’t any less than that from the chief.

Ming Dongheng, seeing that the two were unharmed, let out a sigh of relief, “Miss Bai, just hand the little master over to me.”

Jiang He’s hands were tightly clenching Bai Lian’s skirt and wouldn’t let go.

Bai Lian replied methodically, “His mood isn’t good right now.”

Ming Dongheng could only stand aside.

Jiang Fulai stood two steps away from Bai Lian, glanced at her, then lowered his gaze to the still-clinging Jiang He, and for once refrained from making a sarcastic remark.

He simply asked, “Did you win?”

He didn’t even ask if she had been fighting.

Even Shen Qing didn’t think she seemed like someone who would fight.

Bai Lian: “…”

“Mhm.” Bai Lian’s gaze drifted out the window.

“Then that’s fine.” Jiang Fulai nodded, sweeping a look around the interrogation room environment.

As soon as Bai Lian entered the room, she knew that the old lady had connections. She had expected Mao Kun to arrive before her patience ran out, but to her surprise, Jiang Fulai came first, “How come you’re here?”

Jiang Fulai was in a bad mood, but tried to speak gently, “No one answered your two phones, where are they?”

“They were confiscated.” Bai Lian crossed her legs nonchalantly, not seeming too concerned.

Jiang Fulai’s cold glance swept to the side.

Ming Dongheng immediately grabbed someone from behind, “The phones?”

The person, frightened, didn’t dare to ask anything and hastily retrieved Bai Lian’s phone.

Bai Lian took her phone, only to see many missed calls—two from Jiang Fulai, five from Ji Shaojun, and over a dozen from Mao Kun.

She opened WeChat

White Vest: [Sis?]

White Vest: [Haven’t you come out yet?]

White Vest: [I’ve arrived, don’t do anything rash, Sis!]