The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386: 149 Brother Jiang gives a present, the principal of Beicheng personally invites (second update)_2

He fiddled with a silver lighter in his hand.

His well-defined fingers pressed the metal switch, and a pale blue flame rose and vanished.

“You down here?” Sensing Bai Lian’s approach, he turned his head and handed her the lighter, “For the fireworks.”

The buildings in Xin’an Community were widely spaced, so Jiang Fulai set up the fireworks in the middle of the road.

Bai Lian took the lighter, crouched down to light the fireworks, and asked, “Where’s Jiang He?”

“He’s asleep.” Jiang Fulai had deliberately waited for him to fall asleep before leaving the house.

Bai Lian gave him a skeptical look, then retreated to Jiang Fulai’s side and looked up at the fireworks.

The fireworks were silent for a second.

The next moment they shot up into the sky like silver flowers, bursting open in multicolored parachutes that slowly drifted down. Before they completely faded, three streaks shot up into the sky, bursting into red, orange, and yellow colors like three blossoming roses.

“Holy shit, look—”

A bunch of people opened their windows.

Some held up their phones to start recording.

Bai Lian quietly watched the fireworks. The whole show lasted about five minutes; in the end, four fireworks burst in the sky and slowly formed four characters—

[Happy New Year]

As Bai Lian looked at these words, something cool was placed in her right palm, “Happy… New Year.”

She heard a very soft voice by her ear.

When she looked down, it was a Red Tourmaline, the translucent red gemstone sitting beautifully in the snowy palm of her hand.

“This,” Jiang Fulai looked down, and elegantly tapped the Red Tourmaline in her palm with his fingertip, fireworks filling the sky behind him, “can be worn on your ribbon.”

Bai Lian looked at the Red Tourmaline, finding it vaguely familiar.

She had a photographic memory, and it seemed like the jewel the Ren Family wanted to auction off at her first visit to the auction house.

“Wait a minute,” Bai Lian clasped the Red Tourmaline, squinting at Jiang Fulai, “how much did you pay for tonight’s fireworks?”

Jiang Fulai: “…”

This wasn’t unfolding the way he had planned.

Would Bai Lian ignore him for three days if he said he had spent a million?

“I don’t know,” Jiang Fulai spoke indifferently, “it was sent by Jiang Xijue.”

Far away in Jiangjing, where Jiang Xijue was on time for paying respects at his family shrine at midnight, he sneezed violently. He quickly knelt down, wondering if the ancestors were displeased with the incense he had carefully selected?

**

The first day of the year.

Bai Lian returned to Purest Street with Ji Heng.

Whenever they encountered an acquaintance, they would stop; Bai Lian collected quite a bounty of candy and snacks in her pockets along the way.

“Happy New Year…” Ji Heng looked up to see the neighbor on the left.

The neighbor turned and walked away upon seeing him.

Ji Heng, holding his smoking pipe, was taken aback: “…?”

The neighbor muttered under his breath, “No way I’m playing chess with you during the New Year.”

Bai Lian still didn’t know what Ji Heng had done to a group of neighbors before they set off.

Hearing the words “playing chess,” Ji Heng also entered the yard somewhat sheepishly and dared not speak any further.

On the third day of the New Year.

Bai Lian was in the yard explaining the meanings of words to Ji Heng, when she received a call from the principal of Xiangcheng High School.

“It’s about Beicheng…” The principal of Xiangcheng glanced at the two people in his office, speaking in a hushed tone, “People from Beicheng are here at our school, currently in the office. Do you have time to come over?”

“Beicheng High School?” Bai Lian made a pause gesture, hadn’t Lu Lingxi mentioned this to them?

Ji Heng immediately got up with his smoking pipe and moved the embroidery frame out without delay.

After Bai Lian finished her call with the principal, she turned to see Ji Heng embroidering seriously: “…”