YM778.TV Chapter 81: 033 Gentle and Weak Granddaughter, Mr. Jiang who is as Cold as Ice_3
Chapter 81: 033 Gentle and Weak Granddaughter, Mr. Jiang who is as Cold as Ice_3
Unexpectedly weighed down by an eight-pound object, Mao Kun’s right hand shook.
Bai Lian slowly bent over, holding a milk carton in her left hand, and used the cold edges of the carton to press against his right hand, gently lifting it up.
Mao Kun looked at her languid face, her dark pupils clearly lacking any aggression, yet he felt an immense pressure.
“Steady,” Bai Lian said after he had stabilized, and only then did she let go of the milk carton with an air of nonchalance.
He spent half an hour today learning three strength-building movements until he had memorized them.
“Sis, am I really stupid?” Mao Kun escorted her to the door and suddenly asked cautiously on the way.
Bai Lian clipped another word, and without lifting her head, responded, “Poor memory but naturally gifted in martial arts.”
Mao Kun was stunned.
It was the first time someone had praised him.
After a long while, he rubbed his head and said, “So, can I teach Xiaowu and Xiaoqi?”
They were his two sidekicks.
“Sure.” As they approached the courtyard gate, Bai Lian gave him a look, telling him to go back.
She stood at the entrance of the courtyard, not bothering to take out her keys to unlock the door.
Two seconds later.
As Ji Heng opened the door to come out and greet her, he was met with the sight of someone standing nonchalantly at the entrance.
Ji Heng was momentarily silent, then stepped aside to let her in, “What are you holding in your hand?”
When he saw her fingers hook a small bag, he reached out to take it from her.
The moment he took it his hand sank, almost causing him to stumble, but Bai Lian quickly stabilized him with a sincere look, “Grandpa, I’ll take it.”
Then, she casually hooked the bag back with one finger, as effortlessly as if it held not eight pounds, but a feather.
Ji Heng: “…?”
“What’s this?” he asked while locking the door, looking at her. It was just four objects, each the size of an egg.
So heavy?
“Tools for physical training,” Bai Lian took out a small spherical object from the bag and tilted her head, “Grandpa, do you have a thicker soft strap? I need to thread it through.”
Five minutes later.
Ji Heng watched his delicate granddaughter tie four spherical weights to her limbs.
Then she serenely wished him a “good night.”
The next morning.
Bai Lian had arranged to visit the Xiangcheng Library with Jiang He.
The route 12 bus on Purest Street was very convenient, traveling from the city gate, through Purest Street, to the school, and right to the library—a veritable assembly line covering nearly the whole of Xiangcheng.
The library was located just one stop past the school.
Bai Lian spotted Jiang He squatting beside a lamppost opposite the library from a distance on the bus.
He was dressed in a light blue shirt and a white vest, squatting with his back to the pole, ignoring everyone around him.
Jiang Fulai stood by his side, expressionless, fixing the colors on a broken Rubik’s cube to make three centers the same.
He wore a black T-shirt, his pale fingers as if tipped with frost, his long eyelashes demure.
Leisurely restoring the cube with one hand, he glanced down at Jiang He with a cold look, “Are you planning on fixing this by squatting here all night?”
Jiang He, not wishing to stay near him, shifted to another spot, squatting facing a trash bin.
“Think you might fit in there yourself?” Jiang Fulai scoffed.
Jiang He then covered his ears with his hands.
Across the street.
Ming Dongheng and Chief Chen stood far from a black business car, not daring to approach the two.
A tense Ming Dongheng saw the route 12 bus arrive; as the bus stopped and a figure in water-green alighted, he visibly relaxed.
Chief Chen had been frowning and smoking.
Seeing Bai Lian, he immediately stubbed out his cigarette and knowing what Ming Dongheng had been waiting for, greeted her without delay, “Miss Bai.”
“Miss Bai,” Ming Dongheng also stepped forward, respectfully handing over a little bookbag to Bai Lian, “This is the young master’s bookbag, please hand it over to him later.”
When Jiang Fulai was scolding Jiang He, not even Ming Dongheng, let alone the entire Jiang Family, dared to come close.
Even Xijue, passing by them, would be affected.
Jiang Fulai had stayed in the lab the night before and hadn’t come back.
Jiang He had been alone at home, not sleeping, and eventually came to squat opposite the library, waiting for Bai Lian. Upon messing up the cube, he just squatted by the pole, immobile.
Ming Dongheng didn’t dare to disturb Jiang Fulai and couldn’t bear to call Bai Lian.
Jiang Fulai’s lab was involved in the handover of detectors, and Ming Dongheng understood the gravity of the situation, so he kept Jiang He company there.
Jiang Fulai only learned that Jiang He was squatting here when he returned in the morning.
“Jiang He’s?” Bai Lian reached out and took the bak-choy-printed little backpack from Ming Dongheng’s hand.
Today, she wore a wide water-green cross-collared shirt with broad sleeves and a dark green horse-face skirt beneath. Her hair was still bundled with a wooden hairpin.
Lifting her hand, she inadvertently revealed a glimpse of red around her wrist along with a silver-white metal object the size of an egg.
“Yes,” Ming Dongheng glanced over at Jiang Fulai, “If possible, please tell the young master that Chief Chen is looking for him.”
Bai Lian walked towards the other side.
Chief Chen still had a smoldering cigarette in his hand, but he kept staring at the silver-white metal on Bai Lian’s hand.
Ming Dongheng frowned and sharply reminded him, “Chief, mind where you’re looking.”
“Ah,” Chief Chen snapped back to attention, and looked at Ming Dongheng mournfully, “Mr. Ming, don’t you think the silver accessory on Miss Bai’s hand looks familiar?”
“What’s that to you?” Ming Dongheng glowered at him.
“No, I mean,” Chief Chen hastily explained, “such a large piece of iridium! A whole two pounds of it, at least! And naturally occurring