The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 423

Chapter 423: 166 resolved, a few bigwigs coming to Xiangcheng_2

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“Awake?” Bai Lian’s grip loosened, and the steel washbasin dropped to the ground with a clang.

She slowly bent over, school uniform still stained with Yang Lin’s not-yet-dry blood, a smile tracing her lips.

Yang Jianping was used to throwing his weight around, and with a flick of his hand, he aimed to throw something at Bai Lian.

But she blocked it effortlessly with two fingers.

In Yang Jianping’s terrified gaze, she smiled faintly, seized him by the neck, and lifted him up: “How could there be someone like you here…”

Then, casually tossing him to the ground, Yang Jianping’s forehead glistened with cold sweat as he shakily got up from the floor.

Bai Lian advanced, driving him step by step to the door with the tip of her knife.

Her smile was tender, and she seemingly exerted no considerable effort, with the knife point never actually touching Yang Jianping’s body.

With each step he took backwards, the terror in his eyes intensified.

It ended at the top of the staircase.

Bai Lian looked at the stairs behind him, slowly dragged the knife up his face with the point ending on his eyeball, “Did your deskmate ‘accidentally’ fall from here before?”

Yang Jianping’s eyes suddenly widened.

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Amidst the chaos of the western city’s Tube Building area, Jiang Fulai arrived to find Bai Lian standing under the sole streetlight.

She hung her head slightly, the moonlight casting a leisurely glow as she leaned against the streetlight with a lily tucked in her pocket and fiddling with a lighter in her hand, her cold pale fingers pressing it, a crimson flame dancing to life.

Her blue and white school uniform was open, bearing stains of still-wet blood.

Jiang Fulai approached without a hint of a smile on his lips, closing the car door and striding over. With light and shadow interwoven beneath the moonlight, the dark fabric of his clothes fluttered in the wind, his presence sharp and fierce like the chilling light of a knife’s edge.

“Ah,” Bai Lian looked up, her fingers halting, “Wait, this is Yang Lin’s blood.”

She spoke.

Jiang Fulai pursed his lips, nodded his head after confirming, “Xu Nanjing is at the hospital.”

“I’ve called the police,” Bai Lian lifted her head, “They haven’t arrived yet. I’ll wait a while longer.”

“No need,” Jiang Fulai glanced coolly over her shoulder and reached out to take the lighter from her hand, “Someone will take care of the remaining matters.”

Bai Lian stared at her lighter, “Oh,” she uttered.

Xiangcheng’s best hospital was somewhat far from where Yang Lin was.

Crossing the ring road and then through Wallow Avenue, luckily there was no traffic jam at this hour. When Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai arrived, the young master of the Jiang family was getting scolded by the attending physician.

“She’s malnourished and got such severe injuries, yet you didn’t bring her in time, we almost couldn’t save her!”