The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: 027 a body of contumacy, Jingjiang Preparatory Camp_3

Translator: 549690339

Bai Lian held the headphones for vocabulary study and turned down the volume when Shen Qing asked a question.

“Oh, I have a good handle on that,” Bai Lian’s rosy lips twitched slightly as she reached out and plucked a leaf from Shen Qings hair, her dark eyes full of nonchalance.

Shen Qing tilted her head, looking at Bai Lian’s half-lowered long lashes, her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed.

She was at a loss for words.

Bai Lian now looked much more pleasant to the eye than she had a few years ago. Both families were wealthy, but the Bai Family had far more depth than the Ren Family.

She had not expected Bai Lian to be so polite to her and the Ji Family’s people.

The Ren Family had always looked down on them with disdain.

Shen Qing, who had grown up in the slums, was accustomed to being humble and lowering her stance in front of them because she’d seen these people change the trajectories of common folks’ lives with just a word.

Shen Qing said no more but an eerie thought emerged at the bottom of her heart, _{freēwēbnovel.com}

If Ji Shaojun asked Bai Lian to move in now, she probably wouldn’t refuse.

The manor at the heart of Xiangcheng.

Chief Chen was extremely restless as he sat downstairs, sipping tea he had poured for himself, cautiously using his peripheral vision to glance at Jiang Fulai standing by the lattice window.

Jiang Fulai, at home, was only wearing a comfortable black loungewear.

His jade-like hand was holding a black headset, his tone cold, “So you didn’t even bother to use your brains, has Jiang Xijue’s brain been invaded by you as well?”

Chief Chen prayed for the person on the other end of the phone while wondering why he had chosen to come today.

He’d heard through the grapevine that Jiang Fulai was in a good mood recently.

Chief Chen held his teacup, attempting to ease his nerves.

Jiang He had been crouched at the front door, and Chief Chen found himself wishing he could join him.

As he pondered this, the sound of tires against the road came from outside.

Upon looking up, he saw Ming Dongheng step in with a girl. With just one glance, Chief Chen recognized her, the same girl he had seen here before.

As soon as Bai Lian entered, she spotted Jiang He crouching at the door.

She reached out to grab the back of his neck, hoisting him up, her eyebrows lazily arched, “Little Wenmang, what are you squatting here for?”

Bai Lian didn’t bother to keep her voice down, and her presence pierced through the empty, chilling silence of the grand hall.

Chief Chen’s eyes widened as he quickly looked at Bai Lian, gesturing for her to lower her voice while silently mourning for her.

How could someone be so obliviously untactful in a time like this?

Just as he thought this, he saw Jiang Fulai lower his voice, “Report to me later,

Jiang Xijue. ”

Then he ended the call.

“You’re early,” Jiang Fulai put his phone into his pocket, his tone even, “let’s head to the lab first.”

He led Bai Lian and Jiang He out.

In the hall, Chief Chen, still holding his teacup, looked as if he had seen a ghost. He glanced at Ming Dongheng before tentatively asking, “Mr. Ming, as for Young Master Jiang…”

Ming Dongheng, no longer surprised, gave Chief Chen a cold reply of just four words, “Don’t ask too much.’

The humble Chief Chen didn’t dare to say another word.

All he thought was, he must have been quite polite to Miss Bai earlier, right?

“By the way,” Chief Chen remembered the actual purpose of his visit, “Is your master at the Backter Street fighting arena?”

“Yeah,” Ming Dongheng responded in a low voice, “it’s no use looking for me, my master won’t see me, Young Master Jiang doesn’t either…”

“Ah?” Chief Chen felt a headache coming on, “But your master is the only eighth-degree martial arts grandmaster alive today…”

Ming Dongheng couldn’t help.

Next door.