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Chief Chen…

It was really that Chief Chen.

**

As soon as Assistant Xu left, Bai Lian couldn’t be bothered to face Ji Mulan anymore.

She came today to see how Xu En was doing.

After saying a word to Ji Heng, she left.

“Dad,” Ji Mulan didn’t dare to speak until everyone else had left, “The Mr. Chen just now is…”

She remembered Chief Chen. When she had gone to see Ji Heng before, Chief Chen was always carrying a creel with him.

But the “Xiaochen” Ji Heng had just mentioned was so different from the one she had met at Ji Heng’s home.

“He is a policeman,” Ji Heng looked at Ji Mulan and didn’t continue talking about Chief Chen, but instead questioned, “After you left the Bai Family, how did Alian live? Why did she suddenly leave the Bai Family?”

Ji Mulan detected the tone in his voice, “She could have gone further with the Bai Family, why leave and then just go jump into the lake…”

Jump into the lake?

Ji Heng suddenly looked up, his cold gaze fixed on Ji Mulan, “From now on, you don’t need to involve yourself in any matter related to Alian. When I am dead—”

Ji Heng’s gaze shifted to the comatose Xu En, “I would rather trust him.”

“Dad!” Ji Mulan exclaimed in shock.

“That will be all,” Ji Heng said, picking up his pipe and rising to his feet, though he didn’t add any more to it.

But his heart felt heavy.

From the time Bai Lian first returned to Xiangcheng, he felt he owed her an apology.

Because he hadn’t raised Ji Mulan well.

Each one of them, Ji Shaojun, Ji Shaorong, had been educated by Ji Heng from a young age, and his wife taught their two sons literacy.

But not Ji Mulan.

His wife was also of the rare Panda Blood type, and she passed away from a difficult childbirth and excessive bleeding when Ji Mulan was born. Since then, he became reticent and focused solely on making a living for the three children, giving almost no education to Ji Mulan, who grew up under the protection of her two older brothers.

She had never suffered.

Which indirectly caused all of today’s issues.

Ji Mulan was in her forties, even having gone through a divorce, but Ji Heng felt she was too lucky, and thus still hadn’t grown up.

Sometimes Ji Heng was relieved that Bai Lian had truly grown up.

And sometimes it was inevitable to feel pity for her.

The stature of a person is torn apart from the second they take on their fate, Bai Lian’s calm and clarity, even sometimes her perseverance, which even Ji Heng admired.

He couldn’t imagine what Bai Lian had gone through to reach where she was now.

She was only nineteen this year.

Yet, it seemed like she had experienced more than him.

**

The library.

Bai Lian glanced down at her phone.

It was a document sent by Jin Kai: “Take a look at the contract.”

Of course, Bai Lian didn’t understand it, so she forwarded it to Jiang Fulai.

Sitting next to her, Jiang Fulai unexpectedly received a document, his slender fingertips still resting on a printout, slowly turning his head as a lock of hair fell across his forehead, not concealing the puzzlement in his eyes—

“Why send a WeChat message when you’re this close?”

Bai Lian twirled her pen in hand, jotting down a line of numbers.

After noticing his gaze, she looked over lazily, then raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Fulai looked away, expressionless on his cold, pale face, as his fingers opened the document. It was about a martial arts gym cooperation contract, Bai Lian’s investment…

Jiang Fulai paused momentarily.

Then he took another careful look.

No mistake, eight million.

For Xiangcheng, investing eight million in a martial arts gym was a huge sum, but for the heir who regularly dealt with “billions,” Jiang Fulai was silent over these eight million.

He read the contract from beginning to end

Identified a few unreasonable clauses, opened the document on his phone to draft a new version, and reviewed it once again.

Only then did he resend it to Bai Lian.

Although very silent, Jiang Fulai had no intention of investing in this project himself; he knew that this capital was enough for the initial operation of the martial arts gym and that this was a project entirely Bai Lian’s own.

Of course, Jiang Xijue would have to make a fuss about it.

Those international transactions worth hundreds of millions that Jiang Fulai merely glanced over, sometimes not even bothering to look, and now a contract of eight million that not only did he read from beginning to end five times, but he also personally amended it?

Having sent off the revised document in his usual calm demeanor, Jiang Fulai didn’t continue with the original documents, instead, he told Bai Lian and went downstairs with his phone.

As soon as he left, the people across from him immediately relaxed.

Tang Ming dared to look at the document on the table, asking Ning Xiao, “What is this?”

He understood English, but when it was all connected together, he couldn’t comprehend it.

Ning Xiao shook his head.

Bai Lian, who was doing her homework, glanced casually and answered, “It’s about constructing xenon gas for double beta decay…”