The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 462: Mysterious Guest_2 Introduced by 182 Jiang Jiang
 

“You send them home,” Jiang Fulai glanced at the car Xu Nanjing drove today—a four-seater—referring to Pu Xiaohan, Yang Lin, and Tang Ming who lived in the same direction.

It was too late today, so Jiang Fulai didn’t let them go back on their own.

Jian Zhe picked up his phone, “I’ll call a car to go back, don’t worry I’m of age.”

Jiang Fulai nodded slightly; he himself was taking Ning Xiao and Bai Lian home, as they were also in the same direction.

Yang Lin wore black glasses, her hair longer than her eyes, and she silently picked up her backpack, quietly refusing as Pu Xiaohan quickly wrapped an arm around her, stopping her from leaving, “I’m scared to ride with two men.”

Xu Nanjing, Tang Ming: “…”

Tang Ming’s home was very close, just a five-minute ride. Due to Pu Xiaohan’s “fear,” Xu Nanjing went out of his way to drop her home first. Only after seeing her turn on the light and wave from above did he drive towards the Tube Building.

Pu Xiaohan lived in a complex where the car could stop downstairs, whereas Yang Lin’s place was in the Tube Building which the car couldn’t enter.

At midnight, the streets were still bustling with people gathering together.

Some were shirtless, others sat on the ground playing cards, and some were cleaning up trash.

Seeing a pricey car pull up, many people looked over.

Xu Nanjing got out with a pack of cigarettes and followed Yang Lin inside after turning off the engine. Yang Lin turned to look at him frowning, and Xu Nanjing bowed his head to light a cigarette, with smoke rising, “Sister Bai Lian asked me to escort you to the building entrance.”

**

By the time Bai Lian got home, it was past midnight; she returned later than usual, and Ji Heng had not waited up for her, having gone to sleep early.

A lamp was left on in front of her door, and the courtyard lights were dimly lit.

Bai Lian glanced at Ji Heng’s room, guessing he had fallen asleep, so she didn’t bother him and opened the door while looking at her phone.

On her phone, Yan Lu had already sent over the list of five persons along with their identity documents.

She took a screenshot and forwarded it to Xiaowu.

Ordinary people needed a pass to enter Backter Street.

After replying, she went to take a shower.

After her shower, she used a white towel to dry her hair and walked over to the dressing table beside her bed. She lit the sandalwood with a lighter, and a faintly scented smoke began to curl up.

Finally, it diffused throughout her modest room.

She just leaned against the dressing table; the Sedative Incense didn’t have much effect on her, but as she breathed in the wisps of smoke, her tense nerves relaxed slightly.

At least, she didn’t have nightmares as often as before.

Her phone on the desk vibrated several times.

Bai Lian took down the towel; everyone in the group was checking in, saying they had gotten home.

Jiang Fulai also sent her a message—

[Got home]

And he sent her a picture of Jiang He sleeping under a cabbage blanket.

Bai Lian looked at the picture for a while, then pressed on her phone and replied with a number: [1]

On the other side of the phone, Mister Jiang, who had just grabbed his pajamas, looked down at this “1” for a long while before expressionlessly closing the bathroom door.

**

Early Saturday morning.

Ji Heng was going fishing, and both Jiang Fulai and Chief Chen arrived very early.

Jiang He, carrying a small bag and dressed in the blue mandarin jacket Ji Heng had made for him, followed energetically behind Jiang Fulai.

Bai Lian and Ji Heng were both up; Ji Heng was brushing his teeth by the outdoor sink.

Chief Chen, who brought breakfast on his way, set it down on the stone table and greeted the two.

Bai Lian lazily raised her hand in greeting, grabbed a bottle of milk, leisurely inserted the straw, and watched Ji Heng thoughtfully.

Ji Heng spit out the mouthwash and took the initiative, “Xiaojiang, what size clothes do you wear?”

Jiang Fulai was momentarily startled, then after a moment, he seemed to understand, “I don’t know.”

Ji Heng leisurely finished brushing his teeth and washed his face outside, “Then that’s perfect, go inside and bring out the tape measure. I’ll measure you, and when I’m free in a couple of days, I’ll make you a suit too.”

After brushing her teeth and taking her measurements, Bai Lian diligently recorded them and asked about Jiang Fulai’s preferences.

She was too busy to chat with Bai Lian.

It wasn’t until after eating that a few people prepared to leave with their fishing gear. Bai Lian handed Ji Heng his fishing rod, and as he took it, she suddenly spoke, “You… didn’t you forget the chemical bond?”

Jiang Fulai stood by, not daring to speak.

Director Chen didn’t understand, but since Jiang Fulai remained silent, he naturally dared not say anything either.

Jiang He simply blinked and stared at Ji Heng.

Ji Heng: “…”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Bai Lian left with them, taking bus route 12. After they watched her board the bus, Jiang Fulai and his group got into the car parked by the roadside.

Ming Dongheng had been in the driver’s seat the whole time, not getting out. Director Chen opened the door to the passenger seat and sat down.

The door in the back automatically opened.

Right after Jiang Fulai sat down in the back, he leisurely took out the laptop on the table, and Ji Heng suddenly asked, “Seriously, who came up with so many chemical bonds?”

“Can he really remember all those regulations?”

“Why can’t AlCl3 be an ionic compound?”

“…”

Jiang Fulai: “…”

Director Chen: “…???”

Jiang He silently hugged his pillow, honestly saying, “Aluminium chloride is a special case.”

Ji Heng: “…”

He silently picked up his pipe and opened the car window, as if the one who had just gone crazy wasn’t him.

**

Eight o’clock.

“Come Here Friend” began recording.

Yan Lu got up at six in the morning, bought breakfast for Mei Yi, watered the plants at home, and then sat in the yard to read a book while waiting for Mei Yi to wake up.

The production team watching Yan Lu sat motionless in the yard reading for half an hour, all in silence.

Mei Yi got up at seven and called Yan Lu “sister,” while Yan Lu naturally referred to him as “big brother.” Their interaction wasn’t awkward; they seemed like actual siblings.

After eating, Yan Lu took him to buy milk tea near the school. The milk tea shop had just opened, and Yan Lu turned to Mei Yi, saying, “The cakes here are delicious, but they were even better before.”

The shopkeeper recognized Yan Lu and Mei Yi and excitedly said, “Yes, Mr. Chi’s cakes are delicious. You can buy them here next month!”

Mr. Chi?

The director was somewhat puzzled, wondering if it was common to call a pastry chef “Mr. Chi” in Xiangcheng, which seemed very civilized.

The others didn’t ask much about this “Mr. Chi,” as he was just a cake maker, after all.

After buying the milk tea, Yan Lu took them to City East Wutong Street, saying on the way, “Someone will meet us at the final stop.”

The production team thought it was someone arranged by Yan Lu and didn’t pay much attention.

Determined to bond with Yan Lu’s side, Mei Yi’s agent didn’t leave during the show and kept talking with Xin Sister while heading to the destination, “Is Yan Lu familiar with her songwriter?”

Xin Sister laughed, “Pretty familiar.”

From a certain perspective, they could all be considered to have a life-and-death relationship.

“If the songwriter shows up, this episode will definitely hit big,” Mei Yi’s agent sighed.

After Dean Jian appeared, a bunch of people online were guessing about the songwriter.

When the car reached the intersection at Xiang Mountain Avenue, it being Saturday, Lous Street was bustling, and a few casually dressed people stood at the side of the road, led by a middle-aged woman.

Behind them, the director had just gotten out of the car, eyeing the woman’s plain face and contemplating her likely being the meet-up person Yan Lu mentioned, not too concerned.

“Who’s this?” Mei Yi’s agent turned to look at Xin Sister, curious.