The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: 009 monopolizes the moonlight, Backter Street_1

Translator: 549690339

Dusk descended on the long street, which monopolized seven shades of the moonlight.

“I kept you waiting,” Jiang Fulai came back to his senses. He suppressed his gaze and introduced himself to Bai Lian, “Hello, Bai Lian, I am Jiang He’s brother, Jiang Fulai.”

He stepped out of the car enveloped in a cold frost, his voice slightly lowered, naturally chilly.

Bai Lian looked up and inadvertently collided with a pair of light-colored eyes that reflected no light like a cold pool.

Deep and cold.

She glanced at Jiang Fulai, who wore a black shirt. His face was stunningly cold, his slightly lighter hair blending with the light.

Their first gaze, or perhaps another glance.

It was surely quiet and lonely.

Yet it felt deafening.

After a moment, Bai Lian slowly spoke, “Give me a reason not to ‘shark’ you.”

Jiang Fulai rarely showed his true emotions in front of others, this was the first time he was caught off guard in public.

Jiang He looked up, contemptuous, “Her name is Bai Lian.”

Jiang Fulai, “…”

Firstly, do you want to see what you noted down?

“Sorry,” realizing what had happened, Jiang Fulai lightly chuckled, a rare smile tinged his usually indifferent and ice-cold phoenix eyes, “Jiang He is sensitive to numbers, but he never went to kindergarten, so…”

He paused, then simply assessed, “He is semi-illiterate.”

Bai Lian swept a cold glance toward Jiang He.

Jiang He, who had an autism spectrum disorder and exhibited extraordinary intelligence only in numbers and geometry, “…”

Expressionless, he withdrew his gaze and fluidly covered his wristwatch.

“Is that from a fan you dismantled?” Jiang Fulai’s other hand held a book, rolled up like a tube, as he squatted beside Bai Lian and casually took her electric motor, looking down with serious attention, “It’s probably a capacitor issue, use a multimeter to check which wire has no resistance, and fix it.”

It was a hand like an artwork, with the glossy white of jade, long joints, and lines that flowed between proportion and smoothness, exuding a faint, crisp air.

“Multimeter?” Bai Lian withdrew her death stare from Jiang He and rested her chin on her knees, tilting her head lazily, “I thought about buying one, but my grandfather wouldn’t let me dismantle the house. I stole this one from his room.”