The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129: Bai Xiangjun, mother and daughter reunion_3

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Yang Lin nodded, her dark eyes undisturbed.

The old man sighed, then handed a bun to Yang Lin, “It seems he didn’t drink too much today. Ah… it’ll be better once you’re grown up.”

Yang Lin shook her head. She didn’t take the bun.

Nor did she speak.

She simply took out the keys to her home, and quietly went to open the door.

She had grown numb to that phrase. How big did she have to get before she was considered grown up?

Since she was five, she had been looking forward to growing up.

Now at eighteen, was she grown up?

She didn’t know.

As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by the blaring sound of the television, with smoke swirling in the cramped hallway. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

A middle-aged man who hadn’t bathed for days was sitting on the sofa, with fried chicken and some cans on the table, and chicken bones littering the floor next to the old couch.

He must have won some money.

He glanced at Yang Lin, then immediately wobbled to his feet, his lengthy hair matted together, mumbling as he pulled out a handful of change, “Xiaolin, I’m sorry. Dad drank too much the day before yesterday. Have you… have you eaten yet?”

Yang Lin ignored him.

Until she saw that the lock to her room had been tampered with.

Startled, she then charged over and flung open her room’s door to find everything in disarray.

“Bang”

She slammed the door closed and locked it securely.

Crawling under the bed, she retrieved a locked metal box.

The lock was intact.

She let out a sigh of relief, then collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily.

It took her a long while before she pulled out today’s earnings from a compartment in her backpack and neatly placed them in the metal box.

Only then did she slowly tidy up her room, and brought out a fresh, vivid lily, placing it in a plastic bottle on the windowsill.

Yang Lin sat on the bed, quietly observing the lone lily.

Its slightly flared petals were as pure as snow, an elegant white, the only splash of color in the entire room.

She watched for a long while before slowly taking out a bottle of green ointment from her backpack and applied it to the bruises on her arms, legs, and torso.

The brownish paste slowly melted over the dark purple bruises.

A dull ache radiated from the spots.

Meanwhile.

A car slowly drove into Xiangcheng.

Ji Mulan watched the unchanging streets ahead with an expressionless face, her mood listless.

“There’s news that they’re looking to develop tourism here,” the man smiled at Ji Mulan, explaining his reason for coming to scout the possibility of opening a hotel here.

Hearing this, Ji Mulan sat up straight.

She looked at the man, knowing his information was always sharp.

When he said this, it meant the possibility of Xiangcheng’s tourism development reaching 80%.

The largest hotel in Xiangcheng was in the city center, a twenty-six-story building, “When can I meet your dad and your daughter? We’re going to be living together after all.”

He pressed the elevator button and turned his head to ask.

“Never mind my dad; he definitely won’t see me,” Ji Mulan said indifferently, pausing when she mentioned Bai Lian, “She has also had a tough time these past two years. I hope she knows to work hard this time.”