The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: 002 Did Miss admit her mistake?_2

Translator: 549690339

His eyes were dark and bright, with a buzz-cut, dressed in a white shirt, with a small blue knitted vest over it and black leather shoes, clean and tidy.

Exquisite and beautiful.

Everywhere was a sense of dissonance with the rundown town.

“Why are you following me?”

The child lowered his head, repeatedly unbuttoning and then fastening the cuff button, focusing on it as he said, “This morning, my brother gave me half a banana, half a banana, half…”

There were no seats at this bus stop, quite simple, not many cars on the road, just a few here and there.

Bai Lian leaned lazily against the bus sign, dozing off: “I don’t understand.”

“Oh, I’m waiting for my parents to pick me up and take me to their world,” he said, still staring at a red ribbon on Bai Lian’s left hand, “My brother can know where I’m at, he just can’t be bothered with me.”

“Ah,” Bai Lian tilted his head, suddenly opened his eyes to stare at him for a bit, then reached out to flick his forehead, “Then your brother is pretty cool.”

“Oh.” The child’s gaze shifted to a black car slowly approaching from across the street.

Silently rebelling against her last statement.

**

Across the street, a black business Maybach.

The buzz-cut driver rests one hand on the steering wheel, on high alert even in these harmless streets.

He breathed a sigh of relief only when he saw the child across the street, pressing his Bluetooth earpiece, “All pull back, turn off the infrared, don’t aim at the ordinary crowd.”

There was only a young man in the back seat, with a notebook in front of him that bore no logo, his white shirt buttoned up to the top button, with light-colored eyes and a pale complexion.

He casually swiped the laptop screen, opening files.

The email documents showed complex numerical formulas.

He glanced over them, his thick eyelashes drooping slightly, typing comments with one hand—

[Stop sending me junk]

Jiang Fulai casually pressed a few keys, and a voice pop-up window appeared in the lower left corner of the computer, featuring a man in a lab coat, who complained, “I say, what did you do to those R Country researchers?”

“Speak.” Jiang Fulai was a man of few words.

“Damn,” the man laughed uncontrollably, as if recalling something amusing, “Today they collectively filed a complaint against you to the Mensa Alliance. You know I can’t reach the Alliance threshold; I heard from a teacher—could this affect you?”

The Mensa Alliance, a global alliance of top intellects.

The entry requirements were extremely harsh, with only a hundred members worldwide.

Many countries didn’t even have a single individual who could meet the threshold. _{freēwebnovel.com}

In our country, only three people passed the assessment.

Jiang Fulai tapped idly on the tabletop with the tips of his fingers, giving a sharp comment: “Then I wish them success.”

The man on the other side gave a short laugh, “OK, I got it.”

Jiang Fulai turned off the computer screen, his gaze lazily moving to the window, his light-colored phoenix eyes veiling an inherent indifference.

The one-way glass provided a clear view outside.

The girl wore a white sweater, a bag casually slung over her right shoulder.

Her left hand rested on the child’s forehead.

Her action revealed a glimpse of the wrist and the red ribbon tied around it, a vivid red about an inch wide, loosely wrapped twice around her pale wrist, fluttering gently with the wind.

She sensed something and carelessly glanced this way.

A fleeting glimpse.

Jiang Fulai’s fingertips paused on the black flip of the laptop.

The bus abruptly entered the disrupted scene.