The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: 053 Refuses entry to Jiangjing, who doesn’t know a bit of Liang-style yet (second update)_2

Translator: 549690339

But it was the first time she had ordered dishes for him.

Jiang He slowly looked at Bai Lian.

Bai Lian did not realize the seriousness of the issue, only squinting her eyes slightly.

Jiang He bowed his head and began to list the dishes, “I don’t eat celery, potatoes, carrots, lotus root, cucumbers, lettuce, soybeans, asparagus…”

A lock of black hair fell by Bai Lian’s forehead, her fair fingers holding a pencil, her dark eyes filled with self-doubt, “…Ah?”

Jiang He quietly added the last one, “…Tribute vegetable.”

Although he only said it once and listed a long string of names,

Bai Lian remembered them all.

She looked at Jiang He with a smile that was not quite a smile and then casually ordered a few dishes, avoiding those he did not eat.

After she finished ordering,

she took out her phone, wanting to complain to someone.

Bai Lian: [This world actually has so many dishes]

Jiang Fulai was still busy at this time; his team member had placed his lunch next to his desk, which he put aside dismissively to attend to later, after finishing his tasks. He massaged his forehead and removed his glasses.

He looked coldly at the team members, his brows and eyes frosted over as if sunlight shone onto a snowy field, “Has your brain grown mold?”

He Wen led the apology, “I’m sorry.” _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

Don’t ask; if you do, apologize.

“Are you apologizing to me? You’re apologizing to Euler. If he had known that you would treat his formula this way, he would have preferred to take it with him to King Yama,” Jiang Fulai said icily.

He Wen’s head almost drooped to the floor.

Here he was, the up-and-coming prince of mathematics, only to find his reputation ruined in the laboratory today.

Jiang Fulai bowed his head and closed the file.

Looking at his phone screen, he took a deep breath.

Don’t be angry, at least He Wen is a person.

“Get out, we’ll have a group meeting at two,” he said as he looked up, his tone cold and clear.

Considerably calmer.

He Wen and the others left as if fleeing, and the moment they exited the office, He Wen was pinned by the neck, “Didn’t you say to write it like this? I believed you and didn’t check, how could you betray our trust…”

“It’s not… cough, cough…” He Wen struggled and waved his hand, “Doesn’t… anyone… care about our… life-saving benefactor?”

In the office.

Jiang Fulai opened his lunch box with one hand and unlocked his phone with the other, replying to Bai Lian’s message.

Jiang Fulai: [What dishes, did you also just have lunch?]