The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 684 - : 272 Mysterious Shanhai Residential Complex, A Table for One (Second Update)_1

Chapter 684: 272 Mysterious Shanhai Residential Complex, A Table for One (Second Update)_1

“Young Master Jiang,” Gao Shu said, somewhat surprised, as Jiang Fulai seldom called her. They had WeChat, but rarely chatted. Most matters were conveyed to her by Jiang Xijue, “Why are you calling me?”

It was indeed out of the ordinary.

Jiang Fulai returned to his room after staying a long while in room 103. His clothes had picked up a faint smell of tobacco, and he was preparing to take a bath, holding his loungewear. His voice was casual, “Did you go to the concert today?”

He had never before taken such interest in her whereabouts.

Gao Shu’s fingers rested on her knees, and after a brief thought, she said in surprise, “You… don’t tell me, she recognized me?”

Without speaking a word or giving Bai Lian overly attentive looks, she had been concerned about revealing anything to Bai Lian.

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“Yes, I mentioned you to her,” Jiang Fulai said, turning with his clothing in hand.

“What did she say?” Gao Shu quickly thought, knowing the gift she selected for Bai Lian had to be considerable. She had gone out of her way overseas to find a collector to select an imperial green hairpin for Bai Lian.

Jiang Fulai dashed Gao Shu’s hopes of giving Bai Lian another hairpin, and at the moment, Gao Shu had not yet found another appropriate gift for Bai Lian.

Luckily, there was an auction later in the week, and Gao Shu had already had Secretary Xue schedule it in.

Gao Shu stated formally, “If not, then don’t wait any longer. Take me to meet her.”

Jiang Fulai reached for the bathroom door, stopping in front of the mirror, “It depends on her schedule.”

“I know,” Gao Shu smiled, knowing about Bai Lian’s existence through news from Gao Yan. She did not dare to inquire about the people around Jiang Fulai, “Just let me know in advance when she is available.”

She hung up the phone.

Jiang Fulai casually placed the phone on the washstand and began to unbutton his shirt.

**

The Gao Family.

Mu Youjun waited for Gao Yi and Gao Jiachen to return, standing at the door to take the overcoat off Gao Yi.

He spoke to Gao Jiachen at his side, “Have you had any contact with Professor Ma at the Tongfeng class or at the Ma Institute?”

“As you know, Professor Ma always leaves right after his classes,” Gao Jiachen said indifferently.

They discussed some research matters. Once they were done talking, Mu Youjun brought up the encounter with Gao Shu she had on the road.

Gao Yi narrowed his eyes, turning to Gao Jiachen, “Your young aunt is back. Try to arrange to meet her in the next couple of days. Her word carries more weight than that of our entire family.”

It couldn’t be helped, after all, Gao Yi was Jiang Fulai’s uncle.

But Jiang Fulai had long blocked his phone number.

At one time, Gao Yi dared to leverage his status as the uncle, but now, even seeing Jiang Fulai was not easy, let alone anything else.

Apart from those in Jiang Fulai’s laboratory, even ordinary people found it difficult to meet the young Master Jiang.

Since marrying into the Gao Family, Mu Youjun had only visited the Jiang Family estate once.

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Later, as Mu Youjun went to the kitchen to arrange a late-night snack for father and son, the old butler mentioned something about the Mu Family.

“The Mu Family’s uncle?” Gao Yi had never heard of such a person. He picked up his teacup, skimming off the froth, and lowering his eyes he said indifferently, “They invited our Gao Family?”

“You jest,” the butler chuckled, “they only invited the lady.”

Gao Yi heard the remark and let it be, not taking it to heart. He hardly ever visited the Mu Family; he might have gone if the old Master Mu had come out of retirement.

Currently, the Mu Family was managed by a woman, and most families in Jiangjing did not take it seriously.

Of course, Mu Youjun also never mentioned this matter to the Gao Family.

**

The following day, early in the morning.

Ning Xiao finished packing his bag and looked at the main hall, whispering to the memorial tablet, “Grandma, I’m going to school now.”

He lit a stick of incense.

It was a very quiet scene.

Until Tang Ming’s voice came from the front door, “Brainiac, hurry up, the elevator’s here!”

Tang Ming spent his weekends in Ning Xiao’s guest room. Ning Xiao lived alone, and the group would come over every week, either freeloading food and drinks at room 103 or at Ming Dongheng’s place.

In the elevator, Zhang Shize yawned, greeting Ning Xiao and Tang Ming, “Good morning.”

Their breakfast usually came from Kangyu Tower, prepared by Ming Dongheng in room 301.

“Today’s crab roe buns taste even better than the last time,” Tang Ming picked up a bun with his chopsticks.

The sleepy Zhang Shize’s eyes lit up, “Your highness…”

Pu Xiaohan’s eyelids twitched, signaling Tang Ming.

Tang Ming stuffed a bun into Zhang Shize’s mouth, dismissing him, “Your highness, your highness, just eat and be quick about it.”

Pu Xiaohan, holding his chopsticks, glanced over. Zhang Shize had a very handsome but foolish face, acting silly every day. It hadn’t been long since they came out, and he was already showing his true colors.

Why couldn’t he be more like Chi Lu who was always steady?