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Chapter 73: Household register no. 030, for Dr. Gao’s answer_2

Today, he finished his work a bit earlier than usual, at eleven o’clock.

Bai Lian remembered that she hadn’t picked up her package yet.

“Where is it?” Jiang Fulai shut down his computer, his expression unchanged, his fingertips closing the laptop.

With a pen still in her hand, Bai Lian casually leaned back, tilted her head, and said, “At the school’s reception office.”

“Okay,” Jiang Fulai stood up, “you keep reviewing.”

Bai Lian gave him the pick-up code.

Jiang He, who was above worldly matters, usually had packages fetched, opened, and handed to him by the butler’s assistant. This was the first time he learned what a pick-up code was.

Xiangcheng No. 1 High School’s self-study rooms are open until eleven at night.

Therefore, the reception office’s security guard was still there at this hour.

When he was drowsy, he heard a cold voice above him, “Hello, I’m here to pick up a package.”

It was like a bucket of ice water being dumped on him, the chill seeping down from the crown of his head.

The security guard, stunned, looked up to see a pair of pale, chilly eyes. The face was too fair, cold, and stern, looking down through the window at him, arrogant and indifferent, dangerously daunting to the onlooker.

“92-0147,” Jiang Fulai said indifferently, withdrawing his gaze as he recited a string of numbers.

There weren’t many packages sent to the school.

The guard found the package within a short time and handed it over, even bending over to add, “Take care.”

It was only after the transaction was completed that the security guard came to his senses.

He smacked his head, “Really, why did I tell him to ‘take care’??”

Bai Lian opened the package as soon as she got it.

It was a household registration book sent by the Public Security Bureau, registered under Ji Heng’s name. Xiangcheng’s Public Security Bureau had reissued a new household registration book for her.

Tang Ming and Ning Xiao had just left after finishing their work.

Bai Lian flipped through the two pages of the household registration book several times, aided by the light from a milk tea shop.

The household registration book was thin as always, with only two pages recorded, household head Ji Heng, granddaughter Bai Lian.

She did not avoid Jiang Fulai.

So he saw the thin two pages at a glance.

Since meeting Bai Lian, Jiang He had never investigated her, but he glanced at the household registration book, a nearly imperceptible frown creasing his brow.

Bai Lian kept looking at the household registration book, her demeanor not as lazy and casual as usual.

Quite silent.

Jiang Fulai reached for his phone and sent her a video through the internet.

The vibration of her phone startled Bai Lian.

When she looked, it was footage of several clumsy-looking fat birds waddling back and forth.

“These are dodos,” Jiang Fulai explained casually from one side, “they were so dumb that they’re extinct now.”

Bai Lian couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

She naturally caught the earlier remark by Jiang Fulai.

Unable to help it, she glanced towards Jiang He and Ming Dongheng. Ming Dongheng was standing at the door with his arms crossed, and when he saw her looking over, he seemed a bit perplexed.

“Swish—”

Beside them, Jiang He, who was looking through a dictionary, coldly and mercilessly flipped a page.

Half past eleven.

Ji Heng was still waiting for Bai Lian at the mouth of the alley.

He would take naps at noon and at night he would light a lamp to work on some embroidery, timing it perfectly for Bai Lian’s return.

Occasionally he would make some sweet soup dumplings for Bai Lian’s late-night snack.

“What are you looking at?” He turned on his flashlight, peering at Bai Lian, “The light is too dim; it’s bad for your eyes. If you want to read, go back and turn on the light.”

“Oh,” Bai Lian handed the household registration book to Ji Heng, her voice nonchalant, “the household book, it arrived today.”

Ji Heng’s fingers holding the household registration book paused for a moment.

He lowered his gaze, his deep-lined fingers caressing the book, only muttering a sound of agreement, “Don’t place too much pressure on yourself with your studies. Switching from arts to science isn’t easy. Your uncle and I don’t expect you to get into university next year.”

After speaking a few words, he noticed Bai Lian was still softly muttering vocab words.

“Are you listening to me?”

“I am,” Bai Lian walked beside him, not looking up, slowly repeating, “You and uncle haven’t planned for me to get in next year.”

Ji Heng: “…”

So you can really do two things at once, huh?

Bai Lian continued to diligently recite vocabulary words. Over time, Ji Heng had come to understand Bai Lian’s character; she really had developed excellent study habits.

Although he disliked the Bai Family, he had to admit that the Bai family was a distinguished lineage that raised Bai Lian with great poise.

Had Bai Lian grown up by his side, Ji Heng couldn’t be sure he could have raised her the same way.

All he could do was murmur to himself, “Would repeating two years really not afford you?”

The flashlight was very bright.

It cast long shadows of the elder and the young girl.

The household registration book belonging to Ji Heng gained an extra page, and the yellow book belonging to Bai Lian seemed to no longer contain just her name alone.