The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: 007 Ren Family, enroll_2

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As he turned around, his smile disappeared instantly, replaced by irritation and impatience.

Could just anyone become a relative of the Ren Family?

**

Today, with Ji Shaorong present, Bai Lian didn’t have to wash the dishes after dinner, as Ji Shaorong did it.

Ji Heng watched him searching for the bucket, “The bucket is in the storage room, have you forgotten again?”

Ji Shaorong smiled and then looked around the courtyard before heading to the storage room.

Ji Heng sat on a stool by the door, with paper and pen laid out on the table.

Bai Lian had just taken off her headphones when she saw Ji Heng wearing glasses, sitting alone under the yellow light, his figure elongated by the shadow.

She clenched her headphones in her hand, walked over, and squatted beside his feet, looking up, “Grandpa.”

Ji Heng paused in his work and looked down at her, “What is it?”

“Here,” she opened her palm to show him a little blue toy, “I got this with my bubble tea today.”

Ji Heng looked at the little blue rabbit in her hand and reached out to take it.

“Look at this pattern, do you like it?” He showed Bai Lian the painting on the table.

Bai Lian glanced at it.

It was a meticulous traditional Chinese painting of plum blossoms, the yellow stamens distinct and lifelike, “It’s beautiful.”

“Well then, I will submit it for printing tomorrow.” Ji Heng shifted his gaze away and gestured for Bai Lian to return to her own business, “Go back to your reading. Remember to get up early tomorrow; your uncle is taking you to school.”

He was talking about Ji Shaojun, whose school registration had already been transferred.

“Oh,” Bai Lian stood up, and as she went back to her room, she made a request, “After that is mounted, can you stitch me a peony? I like peonies too. Make one for me next time.”

“You’re picky now?” Ji Heng glanced at her.

After she went inside her room, Ji Heng stayed sitting where he was, motionless for a long while.

Mounted on a frame…

It had been so long since Ji Heng had heard this term.

He seemed to have gotten used to people nowadays liking fashion, preferring high-end dresses and haute couture clothing.

No one liked the flowers he embroidered, and no one appreciated the clothes he made. Even the ones he made for Ji Mulan, she didn’t take a single piece when she ran away from home.

He looked at Bai Lian’s retreating figure, then lowered his gaze to the little blue rabbit in his hand.

**

Inside the room.

Bai Lian was in a good mood since she didn’t have to wash dishes. She returned to her room, placed her opened headphones on the table, and the first thing she did was look up the book Jiang He had sent her.

She opened Baidu and searched—