The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 685 - : 272 Mysterious Shanhai Residential Complex, A Table for One (Second Update)_2

Chapter 685: 272 Mysterious Shanhai Residential Complex, A Table for One (Second Update)_2

Thinking of Chi Lu’s chef’s hat, Pu Xiaohan paused slightly. If only others could take a leaf out of Jiang’s brother’s book and exhibit a little elegance and charm…

Outside the door, Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai came in.

Pu Xiaohan was struck with awe—yes, there was an air of grandeur!

Bai Lian had a fondness for the breakfast at Kangyu Tower, which itself boasted a century-old heritage and had produced several imperial chefs. Their breakfasts were delivered from there every weekend.

From Monday to Friday, Ming Dongheng also wanted to deliver breakfast to Bai Lian. The chefs at Kangyu Tower, of course, wanted to please Miss Bai even more.

But she had refused them, preferring the cafeteria while at school.

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After all, she still held the canteen card from Master Jiang.

Since then, Ming Dongheng had lost a morning task each day, which left him quite desolate.

There was also a food container beside them, filled with freshly prepared crab roe buns. Ji Heng and Lance had not yet woken up so early, so Ming Dongheng had saved them for the two of them.

“The buns are very fresh today.” Bai Lian said as she held the chopsticks, having eaten two more crab roe buns than usual today and not touched the other snacks as much.

Ming Dongheng picked up his small phone, made a note, and instructed Jiang Xijue to dispatch two more teams to procure crabs.

It was indeed the right season for enjoying crabs.

These fresh items might not yet have appeared at the Jiang Family home, but here at Bai Lian’s place, they were already on the table.

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Days flew by.

Lance’s medical summit came to an end on Tuesday. During this period, instead of staying at the state guesthouse, he lived with Ji Heng; there were many waiting for him there.

After attending the last summit, even the assistant who drove Lance to Shanhai Apartment found it surprising.

One would think, given Lance’s status, many in Jiangjing would want to meet him.

Wherever he was, there were always many people lying in wait, many of whom were business tycoons with hired personnel on the lookout.

Oddly enough, there were none at Shanhai Apartment. This complex maintained a state of tranquility.

The assistant escorted Lance to Building Five and saw Lance confidently get out of the car without seeking any protection. “Professor, please be wary of the crowd,” he cautioned.

Lance waved it off, unconcerned, “No problem, don’t worry about me.”

The assistant, watching his back, trembled with apprehension. Thankfully, no one came forward.

As he drove out of the complex, he noticed two security guards at the gate, both tall and burly.

Even those sweeping the streets in the complex flexed noticeable muscles when raising their arms. The assistant glanced carefully—clearly, this place was filled with capable individuals.

Then he called someone from MTR, expressing his admiration, “This complex is really incredible. It’s quieter here, Professor Lance will have better rest.”

Whenever Lance was free, he would join Ji Heng, taking their chessboard to the nearby park to challenge the students of Jiang University.

The Jiang University forum even had a post about two mischievous old legends playing Go in the college town park, unbeatable by any gifted student.

Many talented students were eager to test themselves, making the morning hours bustling with activity.

In the afternoons, the pair would go fishing.

They were also invited to attend a small-scale concert by Director Jian.

On Friday morning, Ji Heng took Lance to visit the Xu Family to see Xu Siqi. The two old men seemed busier every day than Bai Lian.

Afternoon.

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As the end of the month neared, the building butler came to see Ji Heng with two boxes of gifts and to discuss the end-of-month ceremony.

He also delivered a crab sent by Mu Youjun to Ji Heng’s home.

Very fresh—it was just two in total. The Mu Family kept one, and the other was for Ji Heng.

Half the size of a pot.

Ji Heng handed the building butler the two large boxes of unsteamed fresh buns to take to Mu Yining, “Crab roe buns. Lance and I can’t eat too much, so take these back for Yining to try. They’re pretty good.”

The butler nodded, accepting the boxes without much question—what delicacy didn’t the Mu Family have?

He then discussed with Ji Heng the matter of the Mu Family ceremony at the end of the month.

Bai Lian finished her week without literature reports and returned early. She pressed her fingerprint on room 103 and greeted Ji Heng first, “Grandpa, I’m back.”

Tang Ming followed behind her, calling out, “Grandpa, I’m back too!”

Ji Heng smiled, his eyes crinkling with joy as he went to the kitchen to bring them fruit to take up to their rooms while they did their homework.

The building butler promptly stood up from the sofa to greet Bai Lian, “Miss Bai, will you be coming next Saturday?”

To accommodate the students’ schedules, Mu Yining had also moved the date to the weekend.

Holding her laptop and dressed in a white coat with tendrils of hair falling over her forehead, her eyes and brows relaxed, Bai Lian glanced at the butler, “Next Saturday?”

Concentrated on her studies, Bai Lian hadn’t been told by Ji Heng about Ji Shaojun’s upcoming event. He handed her the fruit and explained leisurely, “It’s about your uncle.”

He didn’t bring up Ji Mulan; mentioning her might indeed make Bai Lian too disinterested to continue listening.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Lian agreed, “Then I’ll go.”

The butler internally rejoiced at her decision; if Miss Bai attended, the old master would certainly make an appearance. He hid his excitement and added, “Your classmates are also very welcome.”

Tang Ming thanked the butler.

Without lingering, Bai Lian simply told Ji Heng before leaving, “Grandpa, I’ll be going out to eat later.”

Ji Heng acknowledged with an “Oh,” and asked Tang Ming, “Xiaotang, will you all go out to eat too?”

“Grandpa, she’s going to eat with Brother Jiang,” Tang Ming whispered, raising his hand to speak with Ji Heng.

Ji Heng: “…”

He lifted his smoking pipe just as Jiang Fulai was mentioned, “Is Xiaojiang coming on Saturday?”

Bai Lian, unbothered, replied that Jiang Fulai was having dinner with his aunt later, “I’ll ask him later.”

“He wouldn’t miss it,” Tang Ming muttered under his breath.

As the young people ascended the stairs, Ji Heng closed the door, stuffed his pipe with tobacco, and lit it up. To prevent a repeat of the last incident, he methodically said to the butler, “Xiaojiang will probably go too. Xu En is sitting with your business partners, just prepare a separate table for us.”