The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 748

Chapter 748: 296 lying to win, Jiang Xijue_4

Chapter 748: 296 lying to win, Jiang Xijue_4

Jiang Fulai was indifferent to the songs for Yan Lu, his long and powerful fingers resting on the armrests on both sides of the seat, casually glanced at the computer screen, and then his gaze moved to her face.

She wore a celadon-colored top today, her hair was entirely pinned up with a pin that faintly emitted a purple hue, revealing a pair of dark eyebrows, her facial features exuded a lazy scholarly air.

“Come and take a look,” Bai Lian didn’t bother with Hu Yue’s flooding messages, replying with two words to Dean Jian.

Jiang Fulai leaned over, his lips landing gently yet firmly at the corner of hers, “Wait for me a bit, let’s go out for dinner.”

He had casual wear on standby here, grabbed an outfit, and went to the bathroom at the back to shower.

Outside.

Jiang Xijue leaned on the bar, his eyes on the door to the lounge, casually talking to Ming Dongheng lifting weights nearby, “Xiaoming, is Miss Bai really in there?”

“Mm,” answered Ming Dongheng, lifting a dumbbell with one hand, his response light and unaffected.

Thank heavens, after more than a year, Jiang Xijue was finally going to meet Bai Lian in person.

Everyone from the Jiang Family to Gao Shu’s group was curious about Bai Lian’s existence.

Such a person had only appeared once in the Jiang Family in a hundred years.

Without him, the Jiang Family might have become as fragmented as the Mu Family and gradually faded from Xingjiang District.

Jiang Xijue was highly curious about who had tamed a bewitching existence like Jiang Fulai, especially after hearing Ming Dongheng’s description – a milk tea with double sugar, was that something Jiang Fulai would bother to pick up with his fingers?

Of course, curious as he was, Jiang Xijue had never investigated Bai Lian.

Everything he knew came from what he heard from Xu Nanjing’s and Ming Dongheng’s mouths.

“Will her presence be stronger than Sister Beixuan’s?” Jiang Xijue straightened his collar.

As he was speaking, the door to the lounge was pushed open from the inside.

Jiang Xijue quickly dropped his hand, standing tall outside the door, dignified with the authority of Zhongxing’s executive CEO, hands at his sides, also displaying a polite demeanor.

Beside him, Ming Dongheng, who hadn’t been paying much attention to Jiang Xijue, also put down his weights.

The first to come out was Jiang Fulai.

He wore a black coat, speaking softly to the person behind him, holding a checkered scarf in his hand, with a white cloak casually draped over one arm.

Clearly, the cloak wasn’t his.

Jiang Xijue was taken aback at the sight and only then saw the girl behind Jiang Fulai; she was only holding a laptop, wearing a casual celadon top, white buttons done up to her neck, her eyebrows modestly lowered.