Chapter 520: Special Treatnt 208: Bai Qiming Collides with Bai Lian_2
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Those who pay attention to the college entrance exams generally have children or relatives participating. Most adults already in the workforce only briefly notice when so related videos pop up.
Xu Nanjing tid her call to wish Bai Lian good luck with the exams and also reached out to her after the exams to see how she did.
But no matter how she tried to ask indirectly, she couldn’t get anything out of Bai Lian, who always seed nonchalant with a rather restrained emotion.
“Right,” Bai Lian casually wiped her hair a few tis before grabbing a remote and turning on the TV.
Hearing the sound of the television, Xu Nanjing figured Bai Lian must have done okay and laughed, “So when are you coming to Jiangjing?”
Recently, everyone who contacted Bai Lian asked her this question. Bai Lian switched channels: “In July, not sure exactly when.”
The hotel’s TV seed different from the one at ho, requiring mbership for everything.
Bai Lian flipped through several channels to find the sa situation.
She threw the remote aside.
“July?” Xu Nanjing calculated the ti. The old man’s birthday was in July, and if Bai Lian ca early enough, she should be able to make it, “Okay, then I’ll wait for you in Jiangjing.”
After hanging up the phone, Bai Lian opened WeChat to ssage Jiang Fulai.
Bai Classmate: [[Image]]
Bai Classmate:[?]
She was now adept at typing with the 26-key input thod but still preferred to be concise.
**
On the other side of the phone.
Today was the Dragon Boat Festival, and half the research team had gone ho. Jiang Fulai was still occupied, and when he saw the ssage, ten minutes had already passed.
He cradled a record book in his left hand while writing lines of text with his right.
The handwriting flowed like moving clouds and flowing water.
As he walked to the office, the arc of his anti-radiation coat fluttered.
Reaching his desk, he casually placed the record book on the table. With a detached deanor, he didn’t bother to look at the middle-aged man following him, simply picking up his phone to say, “No quota.”
The Jiang family’s eldest son couldn’t be bothered to appease anyone, whether in the lab or at ho with the Jiangs.
He held the power of decision, and trying to sneak any additional people onto his team was nearly impossible.
Even the Gao family had to back down.
The middle-aged man, having lost face, had to offer a forced smile. There was no helping it; he couldn’t influence this man who, though absorbed in research, had long before his official admission to Jiangjing University tightly organized the Jiangs to the point where everyone in the Jiang family feared Jiang Xijue.
But in that circle of old foxes, who didn’t know whom Jiang Xijue belonged to?
Both the Chen family and the Xu family were desperate for a marriage alliance with the Jiangs but could never even get a eting.
The middle-aged man stepped out, closing the door behind him, and cast a last glance inside before leaving.
At the desk, the man glanced at his phone, tapping his fingertips on the table. Although his expression was hidden by downcast eyes, sothing about him seed more approachable than before.
Jiang Fulai was unusually silent.
He looked at Bai Lian’s ssage, tapping the screen to force calm—
[It’s the hotel’s issue, don’t worry about it.]
He waited a while, but Bai Lian didn’t reply, and the young master of the Jiangs switched out of the app sowhat sullenly, only to see several ssages below, two of which were from Xu Nanjing.
Asking if he would return for the sumr break.
Jiang Fulai: [Yes]
This one-word reply made Xu Nanjing, who was at a club in Jiangjing, stand up abruptly.
“What’s the matter, Third Young Master?” Xia Ximing by his side was quite surprised since it took sothing significant to astonish Xu Nanjing like this.
Xu Nanjing only glanced at him, “Nothing special.”
After a mont, he clicked his tongue, “I knew it.”
Jiang Fulai had been engrossed in scientific research for years, rarely getting involved with external affairs. Everyone in Jiangjing’s circles knew of him, but few had ever seen him; over the years, only Old Master Chen had managed to et him a few tis.
This was a national treasure, holding the keys to several critical projects.
This sumr, his grandfather’s birthday was coming up, and Xu Nanjing had not expected Jiang Fulai to show up, but knowing that Bai Lian was coming to Jiangjing, perhaps afterward…
Xu Nanjing thought that the young master Jiang might start living in Jiangjing more permanently.
**
The next day.
Bai Lian got up before six in the morning. The hotel was soundproofed, so after getting ready, she first opened the curtains.
She took out a printed research paper from her suitcase and started reading it on the balcony.
The paper was by Academician Ma himself, a recent analytical literature piece in English, which included many new terms. Bai Lian laid the docunt on the glass table of the balcony, her wrist holding it down, occasionally underlining sothing of note.
After the college entrance exams, she had stopped working on chemistry and biology. She understood English but had mostly been exploring new problems in physics and math.
At seven, soone rang the doorbell.
Bai Lian, holding the docunt, answered the door to find a middle-aged man and a hotel service employee. The middle-aged man smiled at the sight of Bai Lian, “Good morning, Miss Bai. I’m Xie Zhongfei, here to deliver your breakfast.”
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