Chapter 9 - Chapter 9: 006 Treats Everyone Equally Jiang Fulai_3

Chapter 9: 006 Treats Everyone Equally Jiang Fulai_3

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Bai Lian returned to see the blue fluorescent three-dimensional display on Jiang He’s watch and handed over the milk tea, “What’s this?”

She’d bought an extra-large cup, and Jiang He couldn’t take it with just one hand, so he used both hands to hold it.

Bai Lian bent her head and saw the cover of a book…

“Physics at Jiangjing University.”

“This book,” Jiang He said slowly, his expression somewhat reluctant, “is quite amazing.”

Bai Lian nodded, pulled out her cellphone to take a photo of the cover, but when she opened the camera, the image on the kids’ watch wasn’t visible.

What kind of black technology was this??

The two fell silent for a few seconds, and then added each other on WeChat.

Jiang He’s phone finally had a seventh contact.

The two sat by the roadside, staring intently at the passing cars.

“It really is magical,” Bai Lian said with her hand on her knee, tapping her fingertips rhythmically, her other leg casually bent, “I read about the vehicle electrical systems. The book said that when electrified, the rotor’s magnetic field can make the stator generate alternating current, but still… it’s magical…”

Bai Lian was interested in everything modern, and she could visualize her electrical system with her eyes closed.

But she didn’t know the principles behind it.

For the past few days, after finishing their studies, the two would sit by the roadside and watch cars.

Jiang He hugged the milk tea, tilting his head to look at her.

“Alright,” Bai Lian glanced at WeChat; her grandfather was asking when she would return. She inserted the straw into Jiang He’s milk tea, stood up, and patted his head, “I’m off, see you tomorrow.”

She boarded the number 12 bus.

Jiang He squatted in place, hugging the milk tea while drinking it, and watched the number 12 bus wobbling away.

A car silently stopped in front of him.

The car door opened, and a crew-cut man stepped out from the driver’s seat; Jiang He climbed into the back while the man buckled him in, he spoke, “Uncle Ming.”

Ming Dongheng didn’t expect him to initiate conversation, and with a tough-guy face, couldn’t muster a gentle expression, “What is it?”

Jiang He said slowly, “Can I go back with Sister Bai Lian?”

Ming Dongheng: “?”

He replied expressionlessly, “… I’ll ask the young master.”

The question is, wouldn’t taking you back scare her parents to death?

She kindly played with you, why would you repay kindness with ingratitude?

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On Purest Street, at the Ji family’s home.

A middle-aged man stood in the courtyard, looking down at the brown, antique embroidery frame.

“Dad, you’ve been looking for half an hour,” the girl dressed in Xiangcheng Middle School’s uniform, who was playing with her phone at the stone table, was bored stiff, “When are we going home?”

The man, in a black suit, upon hearing this, did not turn around, “Wait for your cousin to return.”

“Don’t I just have one cousin?” asked Ren Wanxuan in surprise.

She hadn’t visited the Ji family often since she was a child and wasn’t familiar with the Ji family’s affairs, but she remembered having only one uncle and one cousin.

“Yes, and you have an aunt,” said Ji Shaorong, succinctly.

While they were talking,

Ji Heng came out from inside and handed Ren Wanxuan a small gift box.

“Thank you, Grandfather.” Ren Wanxuan smiled sweetly, took the gift box, and then casually placed it on the stone table.

But she didn’t really care.

Her personal items were all custom-made by the Ren family, and as the Ren family’s only daughter, every piece of clothing was custom-made by renowned brands. Yet, every time she came here, Ji Heng would make clothes for her.

Ren Wanxuan naturally didn’t like them, and the clothes were put into storage by her mother and never worn.

“Still no news about the young sister?” Ji Shaorong’s gaze shifted away from the embroidery frame.

He frowned, knowing little about Ji Mulan; she had been proud since childhood and didn’t get along with him.

Ji Heng picked up his smoking pipe, “None.”

“I heard big brother say that her daughter is transferring here?” Ji Shaorong shifted the subject away from Ji Mulan.

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Ren Wanxuan half-listened to their conversation, catching the gist.

This relative was two years older than her, currently a senior in high school.

She listened for a bit, lost interest, picked up her phone to chat with a friend, and then raised her eyebrows—

[Senior Brother, do you think… she might want to transfer here because she heard my grandfather is Ren Qian?]

She typed and asked.

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