The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289: 110 really took it big this time_2

She closed the book and capped the pen with one hand.

“There’s someone who got the data wrong,” Jiang Fulai complained with a cold expression, as if venting to her.

Otherwise, he could have come back earlier.

Bai Lian put the book back into her bag, looked up, and pondered, “Then will you forgive them?”

“Oh.” Jiang Fulai agreed reluctantly.

When Jiang Fulai came back, the aunt served another meal. Jiang He, Ming Dongheng, Director Chen, and a few others had already finished eating, leaving Jiang Fulai to dine alone.

Director Chen glanced at Jiang Fulai and had a sudden inspiration, “Miss Bai, are you hungry?”

“Not really, I had two pieces of cake earlier,” Bai Lian got up, “but I have to go now, my grandfather is waiting for me for dinner.”

Pu Xiaohan also stood up nervously, thanking Jiang Fulai.

Ming Dongheng was about to grab his car keys and stand up when Director Chen quickly pressed him down, thinking expressionlessly in his heart—

Mr. Ming has lost his mind.

Jiang Fulai, enveloped in a layer of cold frost, grabbed his keys and left first.

When he came back, Ming Dongheng then reported the day’s events to Jiang Fulai.

Jiang Fulai looked down, casually picking up a piece of green vegetable, and slowly began, “Has this place become somewhere anyone can enter?”

He didn’t look at Ming Dongheng or Director Chen.

But both of them dared not lift their heads.

Only after Jiang Fulai finished eating and went upstairs did Director Chen turn to Ming Dongheng: “How will you enter Dongwu later on?”

Ming Dongheng had originally planned to ask Yu Hongyi to recommend him for a registration spot.

“There’s another recruitment next year,” Ming Dongheng frowned.

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Bai Lian got back a bit late, and the two little old men, Lance and Ji Heng, hadn’t yet rested.

Ji Heng was tidying up Lance’s room, which used to be Ji Shaojun’s.

“Grandfather, my desk mate wants to record a video for you,” Bai Lian said while administering acupuncture to Lance. After finishing, she spoke with Ji Heng, “A video about embroidery, it shouldn’t take long. Do you want to do it?”

Lance was sitting in a chair, very eager to speak but didn’t dare.

Ji Heng put away his needlework, “A video?”

“It’ll be posted online, a short video,” Bai Lian described simply, then pulled over a chair and sat down, “It will let more people see the embroidery, see your craftsmanship.”

Hearing this, Ji Heng fell silent, “I’ll think about it.”

This was what Bai Lian had anticipated.

She could tell that Ji Heng seemed to have his worries, so at the time, she didn’t agree on Ji Heng’s behalf to Pu Xiaohan.

Bai Lian didn’t try to persuade Ji Heng further, just waiting on the side for Lance’s acupuncture time, when she decided to check her phone and saw a WeChat message.