The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 902

Chapter 902: Spin-off 356: The Mysterious Apartment of Gods! Xicheng Ji Family_2

Xu Nanjing answered him, "Dean Huang, you should head to Building Six, Principal Shi and Dean Jian are also there, and you might still be able to get it approved."

Dean Huang felt a sudden tightness in his heart, "Dean Jian of Jiangyin?"

Could he still be harboring designs on Bai Lian?

"Is Building Five sold out?" Dean Huang’s heart tensed, and in a couple of days, he would need to mention to Shun Yu that he shouldn’t let Dean Jian lead people astray.

Xu Nanjing fell silent for a moment.

Dean Huang looked up, having visited Building Five many times himself.

It wasn’t to see Bai Lian or Ning Xiao, it was to see Yang Lin. Besides them, there were hardly any other comings and goings in that building. There should still be many empty rooms.

"Almost," Xu Nanjing replied, "The rest are in Jiang Ge’s hands, you know who owns this property."

Dean Huang: "..."

This damn rich man.

**

This year, the Lunar New Year in Xiangcheng was livelier than ever.

The number of people from out of town who came to Xiangcheng for the New Year had doubled from last year.

Not only that, the number of people coming from elsewhere to settle in Xiangcheng was gradually increasing.

And at the Ji Heng’s courtyard, on New Year’s Eve, the atmosphere was exceptionally lively.

Ning Xiao, Yang Lin, Mao Kun, Xiaoqi, and Xiaowu were all there, with Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing acting as the main chefs, while Ning Xiao, Yang Lin, and Mao Kun served as their sous-chefs.

Jiang He was outside playing Go with Ji Heng.

Jiang Fulai, meanwhile, was affixing couplets at the entrance of the courtyard under Bai Lian’s direction.

He had a tall and straight figure with distinct features, using his height to his advantage. He tilted his body to align with the couplets, his brows, like the cool moon lowering slightly as he methodically asked Bai Lian, who stood two meters away, "How about this height?"

Bai Lian, dressed in a green gown, casually clasped her hands, standing on the bluestone path of the alley, "A little lower on the left... move a little more to the left..."

Occasionally, tourists who went to Purest Street to worship the Tree God got lost and wandered into the alley where fireworks and human life intertwined.

In the lingering twilight, they only saw a pair of godly lovers, delicate in features and seemingly not of this world, affixing couplets.

For a moment, the travelers thought they had entered another dimension.

They only came to their senses when the woman in the green gown turned around.

Hearing that the travelers were lost, Bai Lian smiled and pointed to the black lamp post at their side, "Follow the lamp posts of this color, and you’ll reach Purest Street."

The travelers looked up and finally noticed the black lamp posts behind them.

Different from the silver railing lamp posts at other directions of the crossroads.

Following the black lamp posts, they indeed quickly arrived at the main avenue of Purest Street.

The travelers, looking at the crowded throng outside, felt suddenly bewildered, as though they had just experienced a fabled land of peace, and involuntarily took another glance back.

**

At the Ren Family.

Usually boisterous, this year it was exceptionally quiet.

"I asked already, he’s spending New Year’s with his grandfather," Ren Jiawei entered the living room and saw Ren Qian, who had aged several more years, standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows, "He’s not coming back."

She was talking about Xiaoqi.

Ren Qian remained silent, showing little emotion towards what Ren Jiawei said.

This proud man had spent his entire life, but now he was stuck in a dead end.

He resented Zhou Jian, but couldn’t bring himself to be close to Xiaoqi, his grandson who hadn’t even finished junior high, nor could he face the fact that his granddaughter, whom he had raised by hand, had long known that she was not his biological kin.

"Is he continuing his studies?" Outside the front gates, an elderly lady with a walking stick came in.

Ren Jiawei treated the old lady with great politeness, "Granny, as for him, it depends on his own wishes. Shaorong and I have no right to control him."

This lady was Ren Qian’s sister, Ren Jiawei’s grandaunt.

Ren Jiawei had always called her granny out of respect as a junior family member.

The Ren Family granny shook her head.

But she didn’t speak in front of Ren Jiawei, only waiting until Ren Jiawei walked away with a bag before she spoke to Ren Qian, "I think you should really think it through, this can’t go on like this. That..."

She paused, momentarily forgetting Xiaoqi’s name, "He can’t be a delinquent for life, it would be better than... "

She stopped herself, realizing it wasn’t appropriate to bring up Ren Wanxuan given the circumstances.

She didn’t mention it further.