The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 625

Chapter 625: 247 first prizes, you’ll get used to it_1

The Mu Family, Mu Xiangguang’s courtyard.

At eight in the morning, wafts of sandalwood scent drifted through the bead curtain.

When Mu Yining arrived, a servant was carrying out a stack of meals, untouched. Seeing her, he stepped aside and bowed slightly.

Mu Yining extended her hand to part the bead curtain and entered; inside, the light was dim and smoke curled through the air.

She crossed the hall and walked into the adjoining room.

The small room had no windows, only a dim yellow lamp.

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Mu Xiangguang, donned in a grey monk’s robe, knelt with his back to her before a Buddha statue, murmuring, “Thirty-two features, eighty kinds of excellence, all perfectly possessed… to inspire immeasurable beings to arise…”

Mu Yining, holding an envelope, knelt quietly behind him to the right, hands joined together, gazing at the Buddha statue.

After Mu Xiangguang finished reciting that section, he gently turned a page of the scripture in front of him.

Only when he stopped did Mu Yining speak, “Dad, a few days ago I met Uncle’s granddaughter. Her name is Bai Lian, and she looks very spirited.”

Mu Xiangguang rotated the Buddha beads, his voice deep and filled with vicissitudes: “Have they all returned to Jiangjing? Pick some gifts for them from the storeroom.”

“She is a freshman in the physics department at Jiang University this year,” Mu Yining watched his silhouette.

Mu Xiangguang continued to turn the Buddha beads without hesitation, only nodding.

“From Beicheng, she took the college entrance exam in Xiangcheng,” Mu Yining lowered her head to glance at the photo in her hand, “but this year, she surpassed the Liang family and became the valedictorian of the high school exam.”

Most people, upon hearing the surname “Liang,” would think of it as a ceiling of intellect.

After all, the world knows of Liang Zewen.

Mu Xiangguang’s hand paused for a moment; his murky eyes fixed on the scripture in front of him, his voice wavering slightly, “The valedictorian, hmm…”

“Dad,” Mu Yining clenched the envelope, “please come out. And Zhaozhao too; we’re all still waiting for you.”

Mu Xiangguang once led the family forward; after the Mu Family’s catastrophe, it seemed to take him away too.