The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 692 - : 274 Bai Jian, an expert, Mu Lao Ye steps out of the Buddha hall (two watches combined)_3

Chapter 692: 274 Bai Jian, an expert, Mu Lao Ye steps out of the Buddha hall (two watches combined)_3

“Something came up at school, what did you have for dinner?” Jiang Fulai approached, bent over to pick up the scattered papers on the ground, embodying the elegance of a clear and breezy moonscape.

A new batch of graduate students was about to start, and the school actually wanted to ask if he would take on two more team members, but no one dared to mention it to him.

Working under him, unless they had talents like He Wen, few could keep up with his pace. Those who were too dull, even a glance from Young Master Jiang seemed a waste.

“It was fish caught by my grandpa, and today, Chen from the office cooked,” Bai Lian still fiddled with the lighter, watching him organize things neatly and place them onto the nearby bookshelf, “Your aunt saved two pieces for you, and there will be soup for you to bring tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Jiang Fulai had little interest in most things.

He came from an esteemed background, yet lived more simply in the lab than Academician Ma. He was indifferent about almost everything; even Ming Dongheng and the Jiang Family couldn’t casually enter such a secretive place as his lab.

He even had a special pass but disabled it because he found it bothersome.

Only when he was in Xiangcheng, having dinner with Bai Lian and Jiang He, did Jiang Fulai not eat at the lab, and that was when Ming Dongheng arranged dinner for a while.

But now, Shen Qing and Ji Heng always made sure Jiang Fulai brought a lunchbox when he went to the lab, mostly large dishes and stewed soups made by Shen Qing.

“My aunt added something extra to the soup…” Bai Lian said lazily as she stood beside him, watching him organize the bookshelf, her voice pausing slightly at the mention of the addition.

Jiang Fulai turned slightly and reached around her waist, his fingertips tensing as he bent his head down, eyes lowered, and asked in an orderly manner from a close distance, “What extra?”

“It’s what Tang Ming and Ning Xiao drank,” Bai Lian’s gaze was towards the door, wondering if Jiang He might suddenly return.

Jiang Fulai bent his head down, kissing her from behind the backlight.

His arms bent around her waist, seemingly cold in demeanor, yet his tense arms held strong power. The slightly rolled-up sleeves revealed faintly protruding veins.

“What are you thinking about,” it was some time before Jiang Fulai spoke again in a steady voice, his gaze faintly toward the door, “Xiaoniao’s fingerprints weren’t recorded.”

Room 302 had only Bai Lian’s and his fingerprints.

“I have half a month off in January,” Jiang Fulai reached out, brushing the hair that fell on her neck behind her ear, “Let’s go to the snow mountains; there’s an ancient site there, too.”

“Taking such a long break,” Bai Lian looked at him, “aren’t you researching dark matter anymore?”

“There’s no rush,” Jiang Fulai chuckled, looking down at the qin still on the ground, “why are you so late in the music room today?”

He recalled Bai Lian’s schedule. Yan Lu was in Beicheng preparing for a new play, and there was no intention to release new music.

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“I wanted to try composing for a stage play,” Bai Lian replied to him.

Jiang Fulai thought for a moment about Gao Shu and narrowed his eyes slightly.

**

Monday.

Early morning.

Mu Yining got up early; she lived in an outside house and only steamed some breakfast with Dong Xiaobai.

Dong Xiaobai set down the milk for her, and the two discussed the matters of Saturday, “How many distinguished guests?”

“Not many,” Mu Yining sat beside him, took a sip of milk, and then spoke, “The Gao Family won’t come, but Elder Chen and President Xu will arrive on time, along with my business partners.”

That was almost enough. Mu Yining’s partners were also among the top circles in Jiangjing.

It wasn’t as grand as Elder Xu’s birthday celebration, but there were still many who were eager to get in.

“These crab roe buns are really good. Dong Chuan and Wanxuan will go together,” Dong Xiaobai said.

Dong Chuan, Dong Xiaobai’s nephew, his mother a member of the Jiang Family, was already set to be the heir of the next generation of the Dong Family.

His standing in the Dong Family was significant; otherwise, Dong Xiaobai wouldn’t have accompanied Ren Wanxuan on her last visit to the Dong Family.

Hearing this, Mu Yining straightened up, “He’s coming?”

Dong Chuan didn’t usually mix in these circles and had a higher status than other Dong Family members. Being so distinguished, he shouldn’t be interested in the affairs of the Mu Family’s side branches. Why would he come?

“Wanxuan requested it,” Dong Xiaobai held his chopsticks, “She’s returning to the Clan and asked Dong Chuan to accompany her just to make an appearance.”

“This Ren Wanxuan, she really has good luck,” Mu Yining exclaimed. With Dong Chuan showing up, even the main Mu Family lineage wouldn’t dare to speak ill of Ren Wanxuan, “If Dong Chuan is coming, we need to notify the butler. After all, he is no ordinary person.”

“Dong Chuan was influenced by his mother; his last relationship was with a girl of artistic temperament,” Dong Xiaobai spoke, then suddenly remembered something, “Isn’t Wanxuan supposed to transfer her household registration this Wednesday?”