The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258: 097 Brother Jiang: I’ll take the fall if he’s killed! (Second update)_1

Name change?

What surname would she adopt?

“Did Xu En teach you to say that?” With that tone, Mrs. Xu laughed, assuredly saying, “Come to Jiangjing within three days and change your surname.”

Mrs. Xu had never really looked into Ji Mulan’s connection to Bai Lian.

To her, it was unnecessary.

But how much exposure could a high school student possibly have?

It had to be Xu En who tipped her off ahead of time, going to great lengths for the sake of this mother and daughter.

Mrs. Xu felt a bit of physical revulsion.

But after all, she was unwilling to give up the mighty support of the Yu Family.

“Do you think changing a surname isn’t enough?” Mrs. Xu spoke indifferently, “I can let you into the Xu Family registry, give you a Jiangjing residence permit. Is that sufficient?”

What was this?

“Is your Xu Family the royal household?” Bai Lian finally caught what Mrs. Xu was saying, raising an eyebrow.

“What?”

Through the window, Bai Lian saw Lance enter the yard; she stood up straight, and while walking outside, said, “It seems not. Then where do you get the courage to offer me entry into your family’s registry?”

“I’m saying,” Bai Lian stepped out the door, her tone unhurried, “Can your ancestors rest in peace with that decision?”

She hung up the phone and took the opportunity to block the number.

What nonsense.

Yesterday, Bai Lian had to reschedule her acupuncture session to this morning because of her plans to watch a fight.

Lance came over especially early today.

He also brought them steamed buns and fried dough sticks, biting into a sticky rice cake, “Tastes great!”

Lance’s Mandarin was getting pretty good, but there were still some pronunciations he couldn’t quite master.

“What’s wrong with you?” Seeing Ji Heng with a dejected face, he asked with his not-quite-standard concern.

Ji Heng, who had just finished reviewing his books not long ago, silently glanced at him.

Without speaking.

Quietly nibbling on a bun.

Methodically, Bai Lian inserted a silver needle into Lance’s head, her eyes downcast, “Talk less.”

“OK, OK.” Lance held up his left index finger and mimed zipping his mouth shut.

In Xiangcheng Prison, Jiang Fulai arrived early.

He sat sideways on the chair, resting his arm on the table, tapping his pale fingers against the tabletop sporadically.

Less than two minutes passed when Zhang Shize, wearing prisoner number 1108, came in with his head down, escorted to the opposite side.

Jiang Fulai glanced at him and said indifferently, “Look up.”

Zhang Shize silently raised his head, revealing two panda eyes and a bruised corner of his mouth.

“Is this how you avoid letting them visit you?” Jiang Fulai’s eyebrows twitched, “Each one of them, you can’t always be a worry for her.”

Zhang Shize lowered his head again.

His handcuffed fingers twined together.

After finishing his labor in prison, he had to do homework, and at night while writing, a bald cellmate hit him, complaining his desk lamp was too bright and disturbed his sleep.

Jiang Fulai just watched him, his face devoid of smiles, his tone freezing cold, “You… didn’t fight back?”

The words “Don’t you have hands?” were swallowed back harshly.

“I heard he’s the boss in here, and fighting might increase the sentence…” Zhang Shize had two concerns.

“The knife must be in your own hands, no matter who the other party is,” Jiang Fulai paused, restraining himself from scolding, “If someone hits you, you hit them back. If they end up dead—”

Jiang Fulai leaned back and sneered, “I’ll cover for you.”

Zhang Shize looked up, his eyes wide as he stared at Jiang Fulai.

He began to understand why Chi Lu was so worried about this man.

“Do you know what a rear naked choke is?” Jiang Fulai glanced at him again.

Zhang Shize shook his head, puzzled.

Twenty minutes later.

Jiang Fulai nonchalantly stood aside, watching Zhang Shize sparring with a prison guard.

“Ding”

His phone chimed once.

It was Bai Lian

[How is his learning coming along?]

The previous night, Bai Lian had sent Ning Xiao’s and Tang Ming’s review points to Zhang Shize over to Jiang Fulai, requesting him to teach Zhang Shize today.

Jiang Fulai paused.

He hadn’t taught the other man as Bai Lian had envisaged.

No matter. If worse comes to worst, when Bai Lian meets with Zhang Shize next week, he could take the initiative to berate Zhang Shize for being too stupid to learn anything in a week.

Young Master Jiang thought indifferently and replied—

[Instruction given]

Student Bai: [1]

Young Master Jiang put away his phone, his expression detached.

As for what exactly was taught, who knows?

It was only after Zhang Shize mastered the chokehold that the guard followed Jiang Fulai out, “Should we move him to a different cell?”

Jiang Fulai shook his head, “Remember to give him the medicine I brought over every day.”

You need to be tougher and somewhat intimidating to avoid being bullied.

Bai Lian couldn’t be expected to look after him forever.

Jiang Fulai thought sourly.

The guard escorted Jiang Fulai out and then checked the medicine he had left behind; a small round container labeled “Imperial Revitalizing Plaster.”

Of course, neither Zhang Shize’s mother nor Bai Lian had expected—

Starting from today, Zhang Shize would begin his journey as a big brother in prison.

Bai Lian went to Jiang Fulai’s place to pick up Jiang He for the library.