The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 607 - : 236 Little Junior Sister, Birthday Guest _2

Chapter 607: 236 Little Junior Sister, Birthday Guest _2

Atop her head was a simple and old-fashioned wooden hairpin.

Her fair skin was bathed in sunlight, creating a distinctly luminous effect.

Both her temperament and appearance stood out notably.

Just when the assistant was wondering if she might be a celebrity, the girl stopped in front of him. With her long eyelashes casting a shadow, she politely asked, “Are you the assistant to Academician Ma?”

“Ah… yes, I am,” the sunlight was blinding, and the assistant, overwhelmed by her stunning face, came back to his senses and turned to lead Bai Lian upstairs, “Academician Ma is waiting for you on the 11th floor.”

The 11th floor.

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Academician Ma poured Bai Lian a cup of water using a disposable cup. His computer was on, and Bai Lian, sitting in front of his computer, was opening a file, “This is the team’s new research proposal, adjusting the global entanglement gate.”

Bai Lian’s interest piqued instantly, and she raised her languid brows slightly, “Quantum benchmark testing?”

She understood immediately.

No one dislikes a clever student. Academician Ma stood beside her, took a sip of water, and said, “Right, the team’s work. The paper will be published next week, I’ll send it to you then.”

“Are you going to test for the Tongfeng class?” he suddenly remembered something.

“Yes.”

Bai Lian nodded as she looked at the file.

After placing down his disposable cup, Academician Ma felt considerably cheered and told the assistant to take over the class for him. Then he spoke in a gentle tone, “Take your time, there’s no rush. I will take you down to the lab this afternoon to have a look; if there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask.”

The assistant, who had been listening to their conversation, finally let out a breath and cast a deep glance at Bai Lian.

Lunchtime.

In the institute’s cafeteria, someone holding chopsticks asked Academician Ma’s assistant, “Teacher Yun, why did Academician Ma suddenly come to the institute today?”

The current quantum trio was the center of attention, with many people keeping tabs on their movements.

Assistant Yun, holding his own meal plate, thought to himself—

What’s this? He’s going to the Tongfeng class to teach undergraduate new students about topological physics later; that news is even more explosive.

There are only so many on Academician Ma’s team, and he only mentors a few students, each a titan in their field. The last person he mentored was Director Huang. Assistant Yun knew that the scientific community in China didn’t lack talent; it lacked first-rate top-notch talent.

Academician Ma had always preferred to lack for quality rather than compromise for quantity. He hadn’t taken on any students in recent years, leading most to assume he wouldn’t take on any more disciples.

If he really were to take on another student at this time, that would mean—

A little junior sister to a group of titans.

He could already feel the immense pressure in advance.

**

August 7th.

Jiangjing Mingfeng Airport.

The flight from Beicheng landed, and Director Chen, along with Ji Heng, got off the plane. He took Ji Heng to the baggage claim area and, while waiting for Ji Heng’s luggage, asked, “Uncle Ji, are you going fishing tomorrow? I haven’t seen Brother Ji in a long time, and I wonder if he’s been busy lately.”

Director Chen had been busy with the handover in Xiangcheng and preparing election materials in Jiangjing; he hardly had any spare time.

Thus, his fishing outings with Ji Heng were scarce.

Now that he had just returned to Jiangjing and was not busy, he planned to invite Ji Shaojun and Ji Heng to go fishing.

Ji Heng still had his tobacco pipe in hand.

He had a strong addiction to smoking but refrained from lighting up in the airport, as he didn’t have a lighter on him. His gaze was fixed on the luggage carousel, “I can’t tomorrow, it’s Alian’s birthday. Let’s go in a couple of days.”

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Ji Heng had timed his visit to arrive in Jiangjing the day before Bai Lian’s birthday.

“Bai Miss has a birthday tomorrow?” Director Chen just learned about this.

He pondered what gift to prepare for Bai Lian, considering the tight schedule.

Ji Heng hadn’t told Bai Lian about his trip to Jiangjing.

In the parking lot, Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing came to pick up Ji Heng. In the car, Ji Shaojun discussed with Ji Heng about Bai Lian’s birthday, “Xiaohan is also in Jiangjing now, it’ll be lively with classmates around.”

This was also the first time for Ji Shaojun and the others to celebrate Bai Lian’s birthday.

**

Ji Shaojun’s apartment complex.

The building’s butler came looking for Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing but came up empty-handed.

Inside the house, Ren Wanxuan received the gift. What Mu Yining had given her was a bag, and even without unwrapping it, she knew it was a limited edition that couldn’t be ordered without being a premium member.

Ren Wanxuan hugged the gift box and honestly said, “Auntie and the others went to book a hotel.”

“Hotel?” The butler looked over with interest.

Ren Wanxuan said, “It’s Bai Lian’s birthday, isn’t it?”

She barely spoke with Ji Shaojun, and Ji Shaojun rarely initiated conversations with her, so she didn’t know much.

Hearing this, the butler didn’t ask further, just shook his head, “Mmm, when he comes back, tell him to hand over the documents to the young lady as soon as possible. He still needs to be serious during this time.”

“Okay,” Ren Wanxuan saw the butler out.

Ren Wanxuan lived upstairs. Since coming to Jiangjing, she had made a wide circle of friends and was hardly ever seen.

Only after Ji Shaojun returned did she go downstairs to convey the butler’s message.

The moment she opened the door and saw Ji Heng sitting on the sofa, Ren Wanxuan was stunned. She had no idea that Ji Heng was going to be there today. She lowered her eyes and approached, “Grandpa.”

Ji Heng placed his tobacco pipe on the coffee table and grunted a response, not one for many words.

Ren Wanxuan saw Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing cooking in the kitchen. Despite the range hood, the kitchen was filled with smoke, so she stood at the door, “The butler said you should hand in the documents early.”

“Okay,” Ji Shaojun replied in a deep voice, carrying out a plate of food.

His demeanor was cool and stern.

However, it was Shen Qing who sheepishly smiled at Ren Wanxuan, “Alian’s birthday is tomorrow, are you coming, Wanxuan?”

Bai Lian’s birthday?

Ren Wanxuan held her phone, shaking her head unconsciously, “I have plans with someone tomorrow…”

**

That night, at Shanhai Apartment.

302.

When Jiang Fulai opened the door, he saw Jiang He sitting by the sofa, with the small lamp on.

Jiang He had finally finished his busy work and was sitting on the carpet drawing.

Jiang Fulai put the keys aside, turned on the overhead light, and glanced up to see the door to the middle room also open.

Bai Lian was lazily sitting beside the guzheng, one hand propping up her chin, the other holding a pen, her legs crossed, her eyes and brows exuding a casual air.

Upon seeing Jiang Fulai return, she lazily lifted her head in a perfunctory greeting.

“Why so listless?” Jiang Fulai turned on the lights in the music room as well and walked to the window to open the soundproof windows.

A breeze came in, lifting the white papers beside her.

Jiang Fulai lowered his gaze, his long lashes casting a shadow as he noticed the balled-up sheets of paper next to her. He bent down to pick them up, his well-defined fingers smoothing out the crumpled sheets—it was a simplified score.

He gathered and flattened all the papers, then approached her, lowered his head to take the black pen from her hand, and guided her hand, his pale eyes intent, “Let’s go eat first.”

His fingers were always cool to the touch, even in summer.

On his fingertips was a thin layer of callus.

Bai Lian looked up at him, briefly startled, before responding, “Oh.”

303.

When Bai Lian came over.

Pu Xiaohan was lying on the sofa, on the phone with Dean Jian.

Dean Jian was talking to her about a new video.

Pu Xiaohan switched the TV to another channel, lowering her voice, “The day after tomorrow then; I’m celebrating Alian’s birthday tomorrow.”

Jiang Fulai stood with one hand in his pocket, following behind Bai Lian, his figure tall and proud, his presence noble and aloof. He pondered for a moment, then took out his phone and sent a message to Academician Ma at a leisurely pace.