Chapter 677 - Chapter 677: 269 Bai Jian, the Arrival of Lance! (Second Update)_2

Chapter 677: 269 Bai Jian, the Arrival of Lance! (Second Update)_2

Kong Wei sat back in his chair and reminded her, “Just now, a Lance sent you a WeChat voice message.”

Bai Lian looked down, picked up her phone, and walked to the balcony to call Lance back.

On the other end of the phone, Lance, still wearing the dark blue robe Ji Heng made for him, nodded at the welcoming officials and then took out his phone, his Chinese as awkward as ever: “Hi, Bai, I’ve arrived, I’m going to look for Ni.”

Lance had a summit in the middle of the month.

“I’m at school,” Bai Lian leaned against the balcony, slowly wiping her hair, “Are you looking for my grandpa?”

“Exactly.”

…

Bai Lian hung up the phone and sent the address of Shanhai Apartment to Lance.

After thinking it over, she also sent a WeChat message to Ji Heng, telling him that Lance would be visiting that evening.

**

Friday.

In the private residential area of Jiangjing, the cemetery.

A shower had just passed, and it was nearly autumn, the sky as if washed clean.

This was a joint tomb.

The woman bent down to place the chrysanthemums she held in her hand, then took a handkerchief to wipe the photo of the woman on the tombstone, mumbling to herself for a while before stepping down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, Jiang Fulai was wearing a black trench coat, one hand in his pocket, the coat making his figure look extremely slender, his brows and eyes as clear as the rain-washed sky, deep, cold, and serene.

He didn’t look friendly, and his presence was strong.

Ming Dongheng held a long-handled black umbrella, standing a meter away.

“I’ve heard from Yan Yan,” said Gao Shu, dressed in a cheongsam, the deputy head of the National Theater, holding a high position, having recently gone abroad with the theater for international exchanges, and having just returned home. She exuded a graceful and elegant air, “I didn’t bring anything back as gifts, so I bought her a hairpin, but I don’t know if she’ll like it.”

She wasn’t very tall but had a gentle demeanor.

She had seen the photos sent by Gao Yan.

Walking down the stairs with her, Jiang Fulai’s voice was cool and clear, “You should change the gift.”

He didn’t explain why.

Gao Shu was slightly surprised. She glanced at Jiang Fulai and after a long pause smiled, “Alright, I’ll discuss it with Yan Yan again. But, when do you plan to take me to meet her?”

“She’s busy,” Jiang Fulai stood tall and straight, his features like jade.

He was always concise, no matter who it was.

The two walked down a few paths and reached the old Jiang family mansion.

The Jiang family estate was too big, and Gao Shu hadn’t quite figured out which way to go, so she left with Jiang Fulai.

Outside the door, the two’s cars were parked.

Jiang Fulai’s black car was also parked quietly, with Jiang AG6 starting its license plate.

Gao Shu’s car had the license plate of Jiang AG9.

Ming Dongheng, holding the car keys, opened the rear door of the car, and from Gao Yan’s car, a young man and woman got out. The girl, with a clear and beautiful face, politely greeted Gao Shu, “Aunt Gao.”

“Shuhe,” Gao Shu smiled at her, “You and Xiao Jiu wait for a moment, I’ll be right there.”

Jiang Fulai didn’t greet the others, giving only a slight nod to Gao Shu before bending over to get into his car, his black trench coat hem wrapped in a layer of cold frost.

Gao Shu wasn’t surprised because she was his aunt, and his politeness to her was already quite adequate.

The black car drove off, and at the other car, the driver lowered the window, “Mom.”

“How did you explain it to Shuhe,” Gao Shu got into the back seat, looking at Lou Jiu in the driver’s seat, “Does your teacher have time today? Mom wants to invite him for a meal.”

Gao Shu didn’t delve into the scientific research field like the Gao Family, and her son Lou Jiu was also in the theater and at the same time studying the guzheng.

Leng Shuhe, sitting in the passenger seat, explained to Gao Shu, “Auntie, my teacher is not available today, he seems to be going… to have fish soup.”

“Fish soup?” Gao Shu didn’t quite understand for a moment.

Had there been some delicious private kitchen in Jiangjing this year that had become as famous as Qingxin Building’s desserts?

The car drove off.

Soon they were at a stoplight, and as the Gao family lived in Xingjiang District, Gao Shu glanced at Jiang Fulai’s car, which was heading toward Jiangjing University Avenue, to Chang’an District?

**

At the Mu Family branch, Ji Shaojun planned to head to Shanhai Apartment as soon as his workday ended.

Shen Qing had gone earlier that morning.

Mu Yining and Dong Xiaobai had just come here to check on the business. Seeing Ji Shaojun, they stopped to chat for a bit: “President Xu’s private fund, we’re planning to invest eighty million, Shaojun, you go and communicate with him.”

After the last National Day, the Mu Family and Xu Family had started cooperating gradually.

Xu En had a good eye; his private fund could not only find financiers but also find people for post-investment, backed by the Federation of Industry and Commerce and the Chen Family tree.

“Okay,” Ji Shaojun carried his briefcase, looking down at the time.

Seeing his hurried actions, Mu Yining was struck with a thought, “Going to Shanhai?”

“Yes,” Ji Shaojun nodded, speaking with Mu Yining, “My dad and Old Jian went fishing, so there’s fresh fish soup and fish head hotpot. Do you want to come?”

Old Jian?

This seemed to be a new person.

Mu Yining felt a bit of regret and shook her head, “I need to go to the State Guesthouse. Say hello to my great-uncle and the others for me.”

Several researchers from MTR had arrived, and she, along with the butler, planned to go ahead and make reservations with them.

Dong Xiaobai wasn’t very fond of fish head hotpot either, “I’ll go to the State Guesthouse with Yining.”

Ji Shaojun nodded, still with Xiaojie driving him.

It was rush hour in Jiangjing and traffic was jammed, but Xiaojie was patient and explained the situation in the car, “The old master is in poor health, and Miss intends to take advantage of this medical conference to contact doctors abroad. MTR has many special medications, so she couldn’t come.”

However, with this conference inviting people from families like MTR, there would be many, and Mu Yining might not be able to secure a reservation.

“Is he very unwell?” Ji Shaojun fell silent for a moment, remembering that the old master was a little younger than Ji Heng.

Xiaojie shook his head, harboring long-term pent-up feelings could only deteriorate one’s health, couldn’t it?

Passing by a small supermarket, Ji Shaojun had Xiaojie park the car and bought a bottle of soy sauce.

Upon arriving at Shanhai Apartment, Ji Shaojun thought of Mu Xiangguang and Ji Heng’s issues, looking somewhat silent. Xiaojie followed him, and the door to 103 was closed.

Xiaojie pressed the doorbell.

The door was quickly opened by an old man with bright blue eyes and dressed in a sunflower-patterned shirt. His gaze landed on Ji Shaojun, and he brightened, “How come you’ve come back? Where’s the soy sauce?”

It had been a while since they met, how come Mr. Lance’s Chinese had regressed?

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