The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Fault 063: Part One (Second Update)_2

Translator: 549690339

Ji Shaojun: “…As long as you’re happy.”

“Alian isn’t going,” Ji Heng, holding a rag, asked Ji Shaojun to carry out the embroidery frame and pondered for a while, “I’ll go with you.”

He needed to clarify things with Ji Mulan.

Ji Shaojun nodded, as he moved to carry the embroidery frame, “Then I’ll reply to Mr. Xu.”

“Grandpa, uncle, I’m off to school.” Bai Lian was now extremely sensitive to the name Ji Mulan.

She and Ji Mulan were like two parallel lines; as long as the other party didn’t bother her, it was fine.

“Go ahead,” Ji Heng, while instructing Ji Shaojun to be careful with moving things, waved to Bai Lian, “Watch out for cars on the road.”

It wasn’t until Bai Lian had left that he looked at Ji Shaojun, who had moved the embroidery frame out.

“Really going to demolish?”

Ji Shaojun set the embroidery frame down properly and uncommonly took out a cigarette, responded vaguely, “I won’t sign the contract.”

He squatted to one side, looking very silent.

Ji Heng, holding the rag, slowly wiped the embroidery frame, “Should I go talk to the Ren Family…”

“Don’t bother,” Ji Shaojun had an extreme aversion toward the Ren Family; he knew what Ji Heng was thinking just by hearing him, “They wouldn’t agree to it anyway.”

Ji Heng, seeing Ji Shaojun like that, didn’t bring it up again, but his brows were slightly knitted.

Bai Lian took her backpack and headed to school.

She had just left Purest Street.

That’s when she saw the blue car parked across the street.

Bai Lian raised an eyebrow; she walked over and knocked on the car door.

The passenger window lowered, revealing the man seated in the driver’s seat.

Jiang Fulai was still wearing the white shirt from last night, his right hand loosely propped on the steering wheel, supporting his face in the palm, his light-colored eyes looking toward the passenger side.

“Aren’t you still in Jiangjing?” Bai Lian paused her listening practice, taken aback by his early morning appearance at the entrance to Purest Street.

Jiang Fulai came back to his senses.

He leaned over to open the passenger’s door, fingertips casually tapping on the steering wheel, “Came back last night, there was something at the lab, get in first,” he said unfazed.

Bai Lian opened the passenger seat door.

Just as she was about to turn her listening back on, she saw several WeChat messages on her phone.

Lance: [This idea is simply fantastic]

But now she couldn’t help beginning to think, after being passed down for thousands of years, why it was on the verge of being replaced by a few hundred years of Western medicine… _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}