The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 741

Chapter 741: 294, how much do you want? Is 100 jin enough? (Second update)_1

Adopted daughter?

Bai Lian raised an eyebrow.

Why is there another one looking to adopt a daughter?

“Who is it?” Bai Lian flicked the ash off her cigarette lazily and turned her head to look at the director of the institute.

The director did not conceal the truth, “The elder from the Chen Family, you probably don’t know him, he was sitting in the audience last time watching you, and he’s also the old friend whom I mentioned I wanted to introduce to you.”

“The Chen Family?” Bai Lian propped her hands behind her on the windowsill, “Which Chen?”

“Their Chen Family,” the director’s voice lowered as he spoke, with a hint of wariness and a sigh, “A family line that has been handed down for thousands of years, their ancestor is General Chen Ye.”

“Ah,” Bai Lian bit on her cigarette, the smile on her face enigmatic, “Chen Ye, huh.”

Her tone was so casual, as if she were talking about “the Wangs next door.”

The director: “…”

“Yes, General Chen Ye,” the director slowly explained to Bai Lian, “You should think this over carefully; it’s not as simple as just writing a song. This is very important for you.”

Becoming the adopted daughter of Old Master Chen, without saying anything else, with that status, she could walk sideways in Jiangjing without any problems.

“That won’t be necessary,” Bai Lian shifted her gaze back inside, looking at the sunroom below, and spoke unhurriedly, “I’m not afraid he’ll dream about his ancestor coming after him at night.”

The last sentence was said quietly.

The director didn’t catch it, “What did you say?”

“I said, tell him to save it,” Bai Lian stubbed out her cigarette and opened the window a bit wider, her smile nonchalant, “Don’t overthink it.”

Jiang Fulai’s laboratory.

He stood before a large screen, removing the black pen clipped to the lapel of his white lab coat, and used the tip of the pen to point at the engine simulation of the flight vehicle on the screen.

The image showed the engine propelling an energy body that diffused in all directions.

Standing there, his posture rigid, his eyes, under the glasses, were chilly, his eyelashes slightly lowered.

Inside the conference room, all the team members and professors were silent, just quietly watching the big screen.

After the presentation, he capped the pen and inside the conference room, most professors discussed the engine they had just seen.

Some didn’t catch the key points during the meeting and dared not ask Jiang Fulai.

Only He Wen followed Jiang Fulai with his notebook in hand, “Mr. Jiang, I had them send dinner to the break room just now.”

“Mm,” Jiang Fulai walked towards the laboratory, clipping the pen back onto his chest and smoothing out any wrinkles on his clothing, “Regarding the Turbulent Chaos System I just mentioned, how much did you understand?”

“I recorded it,” He Wen pulled out his voice recorder.

Jiang Fulai glanced at him, seemed about to say something, but in the end only acknowledged with a detached “Mm,” and looked away.

After returning to Jiangjing, he handed over the dark matter work to the person in charge.

He had been involved with the Ma Institute in the research for the Mars rover and to have a holiday over the new year, he often stayed until late in the laboratory these days.

He Wen silently touched his nose; he wasn’t like Jiang Fulai who could remember every word after hearing it once.

Holding the recorder, he went to the external public break room, opened the cupboard to get his phone, and while eating his boxed meal, he sent a message to Bai Lian.

Inside.

Jiang Fulai was still analyzing data.

Next to him, a team member with paper and pen listened and cautiously wrote down the issues mentioned by Jiang Fulai.

The cellphone in his pocket lit up; he was the founder of the laboratory and, like an academician at the Ma Institute, could bring his cellphone into the lab—

[Eat]

Just two words, not even a punctuation mark.

Jiang Fulai stared at the two words for a long while, silent.

Beside him, a team member’s hand trembled slightly, risking a glance up at Jiang Fulai’s indifferent profile, worried they hadn’t just spouted some foolish theory.

Then Jiang Fulai spoke up, putting away his pen, “Let’s stop here.”

After he finished, he put away his phone and returned to his break room. Inside, the base staff had already set up his meal; his dinner was the same standard meal provided by the base as usual.

But apart from the meal, there was also a white cup.