The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 605 - : 235 Member of the Ma Institute: Is it my turn? (Second update)_1

Chapter 605: 235 Member of the Ma Institute: Is it my turn? (Second update)_1

“Why would they concern themselves with this matter?” Chen Luping’s hands were already trembling as he looked at Chen Beixuan.

It wasn’t Jiang Fulai who had an issue, was it?

Let alone them, Chen Beixuan herself was startled when she found out who took over the case after learning about the incident.

She looked at the two of them and said, “Both students are from Jiang University, and you know how protective Jiang University is of its own, right? One of them is this year’s top Gaokao scorer from Jiang University, and the other girl, who has already had some drinks, ranks just behind Liang Wuyu as a student. Especially Bai Lian, she is personally protected by the president of Jiang University this year, basically pre-selected for the Tongfeng class. You’ve heard about the incident in the snowy mountains more than a decade ago, haven’t you?”

Many professors and academicians died in that incident over a decade ago, and several promising young people from Jiang University were also buried in the snowy mountains.

Because of that, scientific research suffered a huge blow, and development came to a halt.

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It caused a significant shake-up in the scientific community, and since then, the CLA has been specifically assigning people to protect these individuals.

“Yu Hongyi, with this kind of attention, your brother still dares to commit such an act in Jiangjing. He’s essentially challenging the foundation of Jiang University! Now tell me, why wouldn’t they deal with this matter?” After saying this, Chen Beixuan left and exited the lounge.

When Yu Hongyi heard Chen Beixuan mention that Bai Lian was this year’s top Gaokao scorer, her expression became blank.

She had originally thought that the Chen Family made such a fuss only because of the suspension incident and Jiang Fulai’s involvement.

Little did she know there was this underlying reason.

“Yu Hongyi, I’ve really been ruined by you this time,” Chen Luping said, with cold sweat running down his back.

Both of them had not come this far easily.

Especially Yu Hongyi, who originally moved out from Mingfeng District.

Like a fish leaping over the dragon gate.

But now…

Being targeted by the CLA, the Chen Family will no longer be able to use them. Not only that, no matter where they go in the future, they might be under surveillance at any given time.

**

Shanhai Apartment.

When Jiang Fulai returned, Ji Shaojun was inspecting the environment in apartment 303.

Pu Xiaohan was showing Ji Shaojun Bai Lian’s study.

Bai Lian was on the balcony, taking a call from Tang Ming.

She leaned against the balcony railing, fiddling with a pot of cabbage seeds that had sprouted, now about five centimeters tall.

“Alian,” Tang Ming has just gotten off the plane, making his way to the baggage claim area, “Uncle Zhang is also coming with us.”

“Uncle Zhang?” Bai Lian paused her fiddling with the cabbage, her pale fingertips gently touching the tender green leaves, squinting her eyes, “Is he coming to Jiangjing on a business trip?”

Everyone in class 15 knows that Zhang Shize’s father is often away on business trips.

Once he goes, it is usually for more than half a month.

“Yeah, we just happened to run into him. It seems he’s heading to Xingjiang District…” It was noisy on Tang Ming’s end as he hurried along, “Alian, Ning Xiao and I are going to pick up our luggage first.”

In the living room.

Jiang Fulai saw her on the phone and did not disturb her on the balcony.

“Xiaojiang, you’re staying next door?” After learning that Jiang Fulai was next door, Ji Shaojun had him show apartment 302.

The door was open, and Jiang Fulai led him straight to 302.

The floors of 302 were carpeted for convenience, as Jiang He could assemble Legos anywhere, anytime.

Jiang He was sitting on the carpet assembling Legos by himself. When someone came in, he even tried to hide the Legos behind him in a futile attempt at concealment.

Seeing that it was Ji Shaojun and Jiang Fulai, he blinked dumbly.

He then slowly took out the Legos from behind him again.

He had been insistent on staying at Bai Lian’s house for the past few days and now remembered that the gift he was making for Bai Lian was not yet completed, so he was working overtime to finish it.

“For Alian?” Ji Shaojun looked at the stuff on the floor and couldn’t help but squat down, rubbing Jiang He’s head.

Jiang He nodded.

Ji Shaojun talked with Jiang He for a bit, looked around apartment 302, and before leaving, he noticed the piano room in the middle and paused in his steps.

In the center of the piano room were two guzhengs, with several simplified music scores scattered on the table behind them.

After being educated by Bai Lian, Ji Shaojun could recognize the notations used by Bai Lian to transcribe music scores, their neat and well-behaved handwriting.

That apartment 302 had a piano room was unexpected for Ji Shaojun.

He and Ji Heng had considered finding a teacher for Bai Lian and knew she could play the guzheng but hadn’t thought about a piano room.

He took a photo and sent it to Ji Heng.

After visiting Bai Lian, Ming Dongheng drove Ji Shaojun back.

**

Mu Family Residence.

By the time Mu Yining returned, it was almost eleven at night, “Shaojun has gotten home, hasn’t he?”

“He has,” the butler followed behind her, and after a moment’s hesitation, still spoke up, “Miss, I heard some news tonight.”

“What news?”

The butler pondered, “I heard that the incident in Yunxiao District is related to CLA.”

CLA?

Having gone through the ordeal with Mu Qiong, Mu Yining knew what organization CLA was; because of Mu Qiong, the people from CLA had once investigated the Mu Family thoroughly.

“Which professor did they provoke?” Mu Yining wondered in amazement.

The butler did not find out that much.

Mu Yining didn’t press further, as the matter, no matter how much commotion it caused, had nothing to do with the Mu Family.

Her gaze was fixed only on the small yard ahead that was still lit, belonging to the Mu Family’s patriarch’s Jinzhu Garden, where the old man had not emerged all day.

As expected, the lights at Jinzhu Garden remained on.

Standing still, the butler said, “Miss, please go check on the old master.”

Mu Yining walked to Jinzhu Garden and stopped in front of the curtain to the entrance, from inside came the faint sound of a wooden fish.

This sound made Mu Yining recall more than a decade ago when Mu Qiong and the young members of the Mu Family were still alive and the old patriarch was still full of vigor, with the Mu Family rivaling the Xu Family.

But after the departure of Mu Qiong and the others, the Mu Family had fallen from grace.

The old patriarch never recovered, living only in the Buddhist hall.

Mu Yining spoke softly, “Dad.”

The old patriarch did not speak.

“I want to hold a ceremony for Shaojun, to officially hand over the division to him,” Mu Yining said.

“Mhm,” the old patriarch finally responded.

His response was casual.

Mu Yining looked at the curtain fluttering in the wind and ultimately said nothing more, turning to leave.

Outside, the butler, upon seeing Mu Yining’s expression, knew that she too had hit a wall, “The old master has been hit too hard.”

“I know, it’s just…” Mu Yining looked towards Jinzhu Garden, her mind going back to the old patriarch’s previous strategic prowess, “Now that the Mu Family is struggling to survive in the gap, and even Shaojun has come back, won’t he emerge from seclusion?”

The old patriarch had once been a figure similar to old Master Chen.

“If the old master took up his spirit again,” the butler looked back and muttered, “Our Mu Family… at least should have someone like Young Master Mu Qiong.”

Alas, to wait for such a person to emerge would take no less than a century.

“Forget it,” Mu Yining no longer wanted to talk about these things, “Butler, please give them the gifts tomorrow.”

Mu Yining had prepared presents for both Ren Wanxuan and Bai Lian.

**

The next day.

Early in the morning, Tang Ming rang the doorbell of 303.

He placed his luggage in the corridor.

Ning Xiao stood beside him with one hand in his pocket, his eyebrows and eyes cast in a somber light.

Jiang Fulai opened the door from inside, glanced at the two men with a relaxed posture and a cold aura.

Tang Ming promptly stood up straight, and Ning Xiao withdrew his hand, “Jiang bro.”

The two greeted Jiang Fulai.

Jiang Fulai grunted in acknowledgment and let them in.

Tang Ming, who had been chattering nonstop, was finally silent as his gaze fell on Ming Dongheng, who was handling food containers; his eyes lit up.

“Hello,” Pu Xiaohan sat by the table, picking up a soup dumpling and casually waving to the two newcomers.

Bai Lian sat next to Pu Xiaohan, resting her wrist on the table with the other hand casually pulling out a pair of chopsticks, her demeanor relaxed.

“Alian,” Tang Ming and Ning Xiao saw Bai Lian, their faces showing subtle excitement.

They had finally regrouped.

“Oh, by the way,” Tang Ming remembered something, “Uncle Zhang said that the good kid is going to study at Jiangjing Affiliated Middle School.”

“Ah? Can his school record be transferred?” Pu Xiaohan opened her mouth in surprise, “And, is he up for it?”

Tang Ming didn’t know how well Zhang Shize had been doing in his studies.

He glanced at Jiang Fulai, who was sitting on the sofa flipping through a magazine, and didn’t dare to ask him.

“Not sure,” Tang Ming thought about what Zhang Shize’s dad had said and also felt it strange, he instinctively lowered his voice, “Chi Lu said he might even need to go back to Xiangcheng to keep a close watch on the kid at school.”

Yet Zhang’s dad said his son’s record had been transferred to Jiangjing.

Bai Lian didn’t pay attention to their conversation, as she wasn’t well-versed in school registration matters and didn’t think it was odd that Zhang Shize, a student who had struggled academically, could now study at an affiliated middle school.

In her eyes, Zhang Shize was okay.

Her phone rang beside her, and she glanced down to see it was a call from Scholar Ma.

After finishing her dumpling, she answered the phone.

On the other end, Scholar Ma didn’t wait for her to speak, preemptively lamenting, “Bai student, are you still busy? Don’t you plan to come see my research institute?”