The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483: 190 Lian and Mu Family’s true prodigy _2 suppress each other.

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His gaze on the 9999 was too obvious.

Bai Lian stretched out her hand and poked his arm with her cell phone, lazily warning him, “Try buying it.”

Jiang Fulai struggled to take his eyes off it.

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After buying the TV, Bai Lian brought it back.

Ji Heng was embroidering flowers in the yard when he saw Bai Lian enter with a cardboard box, with Jiang Fulai lazily trailing behind her, a black backpack slung over his arm.

“What’s that?” Ji Heng put down his needle.

“A TV.” Bai Lian placed the television set in the living room, cleared the tobacco and a heap of messy wires off the left cabinet, along with the big cabbage plush pillow, and moved them onto a nearby chair, preparing to set up the TV there.

Ji Heng followed behind, took a look,

and brought the pillow back to his room.

His living space used to have few possessions: cooking utensils, furniture, tobacco, and a tobacco pipe. Now, the living room was filled with puzzles belonging to Jiang He, odd pieces of disassembled electric motors and copper wires that Bai Lian had brought home, not to mention the plush pillows.

There was even a small machine in the storehouse a while ago.

Ji Heng felt that his courtyard was about to explode with stuff.

“Uncle Ji,” an embroideress walked by and, upon seeing, smiled, “Alian bought you a TV. Now your home will be lively. I’ve long said you should watch more TV when you have nothing to do.”

With his tobacco pipe in hand, Ji Heng grunted in agreement as he watched Jiang Fulai flip through the manual, connecting the TV to the network.

Ji Heng’s place used to have no internet until Bai Lian, worried that young people would be bored without it, made sure to wire the courtyard. Now, it certainly came in handy for setting up the TV.

Bai Lian wasn’t too good with such electrical things, so she watched Jiang Fulai do the setup.

Operating the TV wasn’t difficult; after installation, Jiang Fulai switched the TV on.

While Bai Lian was out getting something, he casually activated all the annual memberships—about six of them.

Bai Lian came back with two backrests made by Ji Heng, only to find Jiang Fulai putting away his phone. She set down the chairs, “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” Jiang Fulai bent down, slowly picking up the remote control.

If she knew he had purchased memberships that almost equaled the price of the TV…