The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272: 102 Alian’s power, the aloof and hypocritical Young Master Jiang_3

Bai Lian took the lead in going out.

Jiang Fulai followed behind her.

Zhang Shize, normally talkative, found himself at a loss for words in front of Yan Lu, who herself was of a cold and distant disposition. The last time Yan Lu and her parents visited, the two of them hardly exchanged a single word.

As Jiang Fulai lagged behind Bai Lian and was about to close the door,

he glanced at Zhang Shize, then at Yan Lu, and suddenly asked, “Zhang Shize, has your injury healed?”

Zhang Shize was startled.

Yan Lu looked at Zhang Shize, and then at Jiang Fulai.

“Last time, he fought with Liu Xinming and suffered severe internal injuries, which haven’t healed to this day,” Jiang Fulai said, pointing to the spot where Zhang Shize had been hit by a fellow prisoner, then elegantly walked out.

Zhang Shize touched his stomach, then looked up at Yan Lu, who appeared anxious.

It was an awakening.

**

The new apartment Ji Shaojun had bought was in Xin’an Community.

Located on Ring Avenue, it wasn’t far from Purest Street, at Block 11 Unit 101.

The community was newer than the previous one, built just a few years ago with 12 floors to a building, a low occupancy rate, and an affordable price of just over three thousand per square meter. Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing lived on the first floor.

By the time Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai arrived, Ji Shaojun’s home was already filled with many guests.

Chen Jingyu was discussing chess with one of Ji Shaojun’s colleagues while Ji Heng lay on his side with a smoking pipe, offering advice.

Ji Shaojun’s place also had two students playing with Jiang He, who mainly watched in amazement as Jiang He assembled a cube puzzle.

Ji Shaorong was in the kitchen helping Ji Shaojun, while Shen Qing, having recently recovered from a serious illness, wore a hat as she entertained the guests in the living room.

The modest living room was packed full.

As soon as the door opened,

Shen Qing saw Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai and called them in, shutting the door behind them, “Alian, Xiaojiang, you two are here.”

Standing beside Chen Jingyu, Ji Heng instinctively looked up.

His gaze met Jiang Fulai’s.

An air of joviality pervaded the lively hall, as if brushed by a cold breeze.

Chen Jingyu hadn’t turned around yet, his hand pausing in midair. His past experience told him that someone must have arrived.

He tilted his head slightly.

As expected, he saw the aloof Young Master Jiang one step behind Bai Lian.

Ji Heng, with his smoking pipe in hand, paused as he looked Jiang Fulai up and down from head to toe, then watched Ji Shaojun emerge from the kitchen to greet Jiang Fulai with practiced ease.

Ji Heng: “…?”

Who was this unexpected figure?

“Dad, this is Xiaojiang,” Shen Qing said as she took two cups out, pouring water for Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai with warmth, and introducing Jiang Fulai to Ji Heng, “Last time I was in the hospital, he was a great help.”

Shen Qing broke the tension by warmly introducing Jiang Fulai to Ji Heng.

Jiang Fulai politely greeted Ji Heng, “Hello.”

Next to Ji Heng, Chen Jingyu with his chess piece hastily moved aside.

So he was the only one who didn’t know him?

Ji Heng looked at Jiang Fulai, his voice muffled, and merely grunted an acknowledgment, not one for many words.

Shen Qing asked Jiang Fulai to sit down and went back to busy herself with cutting fruit for them. Jiang Fulai sat on the sofa methodically, with Ji Heng occasionally glancing his way.

Both were silent.

Bai Lian sat lazily to one side, brushing up on questions.

At times, she would reminisce about musical scores and jot down whatever came to mind.

Shen Qing brought out a new plate of fruit from the kitchen for them to enjoy.

Jiang Fulai was indifferent to fruit, but upon seeing cherries, he tried one. The cherries Shen Qing had bought weren’t sour.

Not bad.

He took two more and casually handed them to Bai Lian.

He then reached out and pulled the trash can that was by Jiang He’s side toward himself.

Jiang He looked at Jiang Fulai expressionlessly.

“Big Brother,” a high school student beside Jiang He gently tugged at his sleeve, pointing to the cube in his hand, “Can you scramble this one too?”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fulai looked down at the cube in Jiang He’s hand and scoffed sardonically.

Jiang He: “…”

He resentfully restored one side of the cube.

The high school student was blown away.