The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 211 - : 078 Disdain for all things Jiang Fulai, how awesome was the Dayong era!_3

Chapter 211: 078 Disdain for all things Jiang Fulai, how awesome was the Dayong era!_3

“What are you spacing out about?” Bai Lian opened the app, checking the new questions while slowly repeating his own words back to him.

Dressed in a casual white shirt and leaning against the car door, Jiang Fulai looked over when he heard her, “I’m thinking about a problem.”

“What problem?” Bai Lian asked casually.

“Why do you always drink cherry-flavored fruit tea?” Jiang Fulai stretched his body and started the car.

Bai Lian studied the question carefully, “Of course, because it’s tasty.”

“Oh.” Jiang Fulai responded with an expressionless tone.

Just when Bai Lian thought the topic had ended, someone suddenly chimed in, “I thought it was because your ex-fiancé liked it, turns out it’s not.”

His tone was as calm as ever, with an air of aloofness that was intimidating.

But it sounded somewhat strange.

Every time Bai Lian heard about Song Min, she felt cursed, she sat up straight and warned Jiang Fulai, “Don’t contaminate my milk tea.”

Jiang Fulai drove onto the main road, glanced at Bai Lian, and then quickly looked away, languidly saying, “You think I want to mention him? I’d rather curse Jiang Xiaoniao.”

Jiang He from the back seat:

When Jiang Fulai parked the car in the hospital parking lot, Chief Chen, carrying a basket of fruits, hummed a tune as he got out of the opposite car.

He had barely taken a step when he felt a chilling gaze.

He paused, slowly looking up.

Seeing someone with one hand in his pocket, giving him a faint glance, Chief Chen quickly straightened up and shut his mouth.

“Chief Chen.” Bai Lian greeted him in a friendly manner.

Chief Chen was very cautious, “Miss Bai.”

“Xiaojiang, Yongkun, you guys are here too,” In the ward, Ji Shaojun was wiping Shen Qing’s hands, then instructed Bai Lian, “Alian, pour them a glass of water.”

Bai Lian nodded, picked up the kettle to go outside to fetch water.

Chief Chen’s heart skipped a beat, hastily putting down the fruit basket.

“Miss Bai,” he reached out to take the kettle from Bai Lian’s hand, “I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”

With Mao Kun not there, no one competed with Chief Chen.

Chief Chen took the kettle outside with a slight hint of pride.

Jiang He glanced at Chief Chen, not understanding what there was to be proud of just for fetching water.

Shen Qing looked at Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian, blinked her eyes, motioning to Ji Shaojun that she wanted to remove the oxygen mask and the tube as she couldn’t eat yet and was on an IV drip.

Bai Lian checked Shen Qing’s pulse as usual, “Uncle, go find a doctor, I think auntie doesn’t need to wear these anymore.”

Jiang Fulai looked at her.

Bai Lian slowly withdrew her hand.

Ji Shaojun also felt Shen Qing had lost a lot of weight from not eating, so he stood up to find a doctor, “I’ll ask the doctor.”

The doctor soon came to examine Shen Qing.

On regular days, the chief physician talked a lot.

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Today, because of Jiang Fulai’s presence, he rarely even raised his head, only daring to say a few words when Ji Shaojun asked.

Finally, Shen Qing’s oxygen mask was removed. She blinked her eyes, finally able to speak.

“Cough, cough,” Shen Qing’s voice was very hoarse, she looked triumphantly at Ji Shaojun, the first thing she said was, “Two million, I didn’t take it, I listened to you, right?”

Ji Shaojun pursed his lips, he didn’t speak, after a long while, he then said, “Next time you can take it.”

Bai Lian sat on the edge of the bed, one hand lazily propped on it, listening to Ji Shaojun’s words, she just looked at Shen Qing, curved her lips, and spoke leisurely, “Right, aunt, feel free to take it, leave the rest to me.”

Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing both smiled, taking it as a joke.

Only Chief Chen sitting behind on the sofa:

He glanced at Jiang Fulai, who seemed as if he hadn’t heard anything, still noble and contemptuous of everything, and thought—

Oh, now it’s really over.

The next day, Tuesday.

As soon as Bai Lian arrived at Class 15, she heard excited chatter.

“We’ve gone viral!”

“This time it’s really viral!”

“After a thousand years, as soon as we bring out the Bai Family army, these people are still helpless…”

Everyone was discussing it, including Zhang Shize, who was very excited.

Even Yang Lin, who was normally an exception, held her phone and watched for a while.

Bai Lian returned to her seat languidly with her backpack, pulling out one book after another.

“Lian,” Zhang Shize knew that Bai Lian seldom looked at her phone, Bai Lian rarely even replied to messages, “Did you see the video Pu Xiaohan made? It’s truly awesome! It topped the trending searches overnight!”

Bai Lian was quite calm today.

She leisurely placed her backpack under her desk, her brows and eyes strikingly cool, her entire demeanor laid-back with a touch of nonchalance, “Oh, I haven’t seen it.”

“I told you, she definitely didn’t watch.”

“I win.”

A few people had been betting on it.

After all, Bai Lian was different from them; she seldom looked at her phone and hardly ever played games.

Pu Xiaohan struggled to turn around from the crowd and quickly sat down next to Bai Lian with her stool.

The group from Class 15 still wanted to linger around Pu Xiaohan.

They looked at Pu Xiaohan, then at Bai Lian. freewebnoveℓ.com

Bai Lian lifted her head from the book, her eyes pitch-black and bearing a trace of laziness. She didn’t make any move, just quizzically lifted her eyebrows at the group, still looking every bit the good student.

“Whoosh”

The crowd dispersed.

Pu Xiaohan clutched Bai Lian’s wrist, “Wuwuwu, Lian, you’re so amazing.”

“Get a grip,” Bai Lian remarked, “Your Teacher Jiang is the amazing one.”

Pu Xiaohan: “Ah… he shouldn’t count as a person, right?”

Suddenly feeling her comment was inappropriate, Pu Xiaohan spit out a sound and quickly changed the subject, “Oh right, Dean Jian came looking for you again.”

She opened her app.

Because there were too many background messages, her phone froze for a moment before she found the direct message from a follower and handed it over for Bai Lian to see.

Bai Lian glanced over.

Jian Zhongyou: [Would she be willing to give me her contact information today?]

Bai Lian replied on behalf of Pu Xiaohan: [1]

After replying, she handed the phone back to her.

Pu Xiaohan watched silently by the side. When taking back her phone, she started typing to explain to Jian Zhongyou—

[The thing is, her “1” usually means “got it, now leave it at that”—]

After typing this, Pu Xiaohan then deleted it one by one—

[Hello, this “1” actually means she is unwilling.]

Bai Lian didn’t concern herself with what she was typing. Rather, she rested her chin in her hand, squinting out the window. After so long, she had flipped through many books of this era.

The only books she hadn’t flipped through were history books.

The only thing she hadn’t looked up was the Great Yong Dynasty; she was afraid of seeing a brief description like [Bai Zhongyu, year 4-32 of the Great Yong Dynasty].

She was afraid that a brief sentence in a history book would mark the end of their lives.

Bai Lian faced the morning sun outside the window, stretching out her hand to let the sunlight fall on her palm, then gently closed it.

It was warm.

She thought she was truly, truly alive.

“Let me see it,” she said.

“See what?” Pu Xiaohan didn’t understand.

Bai Lian looked at her phone, quietly saying, “The video you made.”

“Oh sure.” Pu Xiaohan had been reluctant to bring up the video, feeling that whenever she mentioned these things, Bai Lian exuded an inexplicable sadness.

But today, the sadness about her seemed much less than yesterday.

Pu Xiaohan opened the video she posted last night and handed her phone to Bai Lian.

Bai Lian bowed her head and watched quietly. The black screen, following the music and the opera vocals swelling from soft to loud, gradually revealed hues of ink and brush

“Boom”

With a forceful drum beat, a line of bold white characters suddenly appeared

[Just how formidable was the era of the Great Yong Dynasty?]