YM778.TV Chapter 153: 059 He stared dumbfounded as Bai Lian took down the Iridium (second update)_1
Chapter 153: 059 He stared dumbfounded as Bai Lian took down the Iridium (second update)_1
As for the others…
As for the third place, she had never even considered it.
Xu En looked into the rearview mirror, full of admiration, “Even getting second place is amazing. Since the Orchid Pavilion Award has been established, only one female scholar has won the first prize.”
If Xu Yajun were to get the second place, her popularity would be even more intense than Xie Jinyun’s.
This point, Xu En was also very clear.
She became increasingly jealous of her old classmate.
In the passenger seat, Ji Mulan was holding her mobile phone. She couldn’t join in the conversation, so she just searched for information about the Orchid Pavilion Award.
As for this “Min Shao,” Xie Jinyun, and Chairman Xue, she had no idea.
As it was Saturday.
Bai Lian and Ji Heng had lunch at Ji Shaojun’s home at noon.
“This place might be demolished,” Ji Shaojun said with furrowed brows at the dining table, bringing up the matter.
Shen Qing was also unusually silent.
Bai Lian sat quietly to the side, eating her meal leisurely, listening to their conversation.
Ji Heng bowed his head to pick up the tobacco pipe, lit it, took a puff before speaking, “The government hasn’t issued a notice, so it might not necessarily be demolished. Don’t worry, let’s go fishing this afternoon to relax.”
“That’s right,” Shen Qing suddenly laughed and served Bai Lian a helping of vegetables with chopsticks, “Places like ours, which developer would take a fancy to us, eat, everyone eat.”
Ji Shaojun relaxed his frown slightly and picked up his chopsticks again, “Where shall we go fishing?”
“Xiang River,” Ji Heng, who always had a poor appetite, didn’t eat much, only urging Ji Shaojun to eat faster, “Xiaochen will also join later, let’s secure a few good spots after we finish eating.”
After lunch, Ji Heng took Ji Shaojun for fishing.
Bai Lian picked up her backpack and went to the library.
Just as she walked out, her mobile phone lit up with a WeChat message from Lance.
Lance: [Hello]
Bai Lian raised an eyebrow, [Hello]
Lance: [Traditional Chinese medicine is simply magical]
Lance: [[Image]]
He sent her an image. Bai Lian closed the door and casually clicked to view it—it was a diagnosis of an illness.
Bai Lian: [~&¥︶;）*&…%#@%）]
After replying, she didn’t care whether the person on the other side could understand her or not.
She walked slowly out, just flipping to a vocabulary app when a new message popped up at the top of her mobile phone—
Mom: [Where are you? Have lunch with us at noon. Your Uncle Xu has an important guest.]
She thought she was building social connections for Bai Lian, giving her a leg-up.
Bai Lian paused slightly; this was the first message from the other party, and only then did she realize that the original host still had her on WeChat.
She clicked through to the message.
And saw a very long page of conversation with Ji Mulan, almost all messages from the original host.
From two years ago: [Mom, where are you?]
[Dad brought that pair of siblings home. Mom, why aren’t you coming back?]
[I won’t be wilful anymore, I’ll study well]
The original host seemed to treat Ji Mulan as a recorder, noting down everything.
The last message was from three months ago: [Dad took away the letter of introduction you gave me to become an apprentice.]
Ji Mulan hadn’t replied to any of them.
She stubbornly believed that she was doing what was best for her daughter, unable to accept her daughter’s mediocrity, and after encountering a marriage crisis, she left the original host alone.
Today was the first time Ji Mulan sent a message.
Bai Lian stopped, took a deep breath, and almost with a cold expression deleted Ji Mulan from her WeChat friends list.
Then she tilted her head slightly back, hand resting on her heart.
As if she could feel the despair left by the original host in this world.
Outside the community gate.
A black car was quietly parked opposite, with the car door open. Jiang He was squatting at the front of the car, hands covering his ears, staring intently in the direction of the community entrance.
By his side, Jiang Fulai stood in a black shirt, coldly standing there.
Apparently too angry to care, he had unbuttoned the top button of his collar, and his solitary, cold gaze rolled over Jiang He like a chilling moon, aloof and proud, without a trace of emotion.
His figure was tall and slender, his profile as if exquisitely sketched to perfection, yet passing pedestrians didn’t dare to approach them.
Bai Lian stood at the community entrance for a while.
Her mood gradually calmed down.
Today, she was dressed in a grayish-blue long dress, with a white long coat on top. The coat didn’t have any buttons, just casually left open, with clusters of dark green vines embroidered on the cuffs and the front of the coat.
They curled upwards and swayed gently with the wind, seeming as though they would burst forth from the fabric.
Reflecting against the various colors of poppies around the hem of her dress.
“What’s wrong with him now?” Bai Lian stood beside Jiang He, bending down to look at him closely for a moment before putting away her phone, lazily tilting her head to ask Jiang Fulai.