The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress - Chapter 197
Chapter 197: 073 But she is Bai Lian! (Second Update)_2
Translator: 549690339
Bai Lian slowly squatted down, her slender, pale fingers casually picking up a piece of glass. She pressed the glass against Lun Youlin’s cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze.
Gazing at Lun Youlin, Bai Lian calmly took the cigarette Mao Kun handed her and spoke with an offhand air, “You really are ridiculous, asking me to call the police?”
The blood on Lun Youlin’s body slowly flowed toward her on the ground.
She pressed harder with the hand holding the glass and even let out a light laugh, “Call the police, you say? Do you think… you’re qualified enough to have me call the police?”
Her tone was tinged with a hint of bloodlust.
Had it been anyone else, anyone at all, whether it be Lu Lingxi or Director Chen or their ilk…
Any of them might have talked to Lun Youlin about law and morality, but this was Bai Lian, the Bai Lian who had once slain countless pirates with her own hands—
Did she need a reason to harm someone?!
Lun Youlin, who had always believed Bai Lian wouldn’t dare to touch him, felt fear for the first time.
He burst out, “Do you know who’s backing me, huh? Backter Street, Qinglong Bar!”
The glass Bai Lian was pressing paused, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Lun Youlin licked his lips, mistakenly thinking Bai Lian was scared, “You know about Young Master Mao from Backter Street, right?”
“Child,” the old lady came over, tugging at Bai Lian’s clothes, “Let’s just go…”
Before she could finish, Mao Kun immediately jumped up, pointing at Lun Youlin in disbelief, “Damn it, when have I ever known you? Don’t fucking frame me!”
Then, he hopped in front of Bai Lian, almost in tears, “Sis, I really don’t know him!”
Where did this jerk come from, daring to frame his white tank top!
“Alright,” Bai Lian stood up, looking disdainfully at his spineless state, and brushed off her sleeves carelessly, speaking unhurriedly, “Take him back and deal with him properly.”
Seeing Bai Lian’s trust in him, Mao Kun was particularly moved.
Then he turned to look at Lun Youlin as if he were looking at a dead man.
Lun Youlin looked at Bai Lian and then at Mao Kun, and after realizing something, his complexion turned deathly pale suddenly.
The next day.
Xu En’s temporary residence.
Early in the morning, Ji Mulan shared with Xu En the good news about Shen Qing’s surgery.
“It was actually a success?” Xu En, just learning of Shen Qing’s successful surgery, was quite surprised, “Do you know who did it? Which hospital’s doctor?”
The assistant recalled the old man in flowery shorts from the day before.
“Luck?” The assistant pondered briefly, “That old man didn’t look like a surgeon at all.”
Otherwise, the assistant wouldn’t know how to explain it; he wasn’t familiar with medicine, but judging by that old man’s disco-era vibes…
He really didn’t seem like a serious surgeon.
Xu En appeared thoughtful.
Ji Mulan said nothing.
“That Airbus ACJ350 yesterday…” Xu En suddenly remembered the incident.
The phone rang once—it was a call from the Xu Family’s main house in Jiangjing, and the caller was Old Madam Xu, “You didn’t come to an agreement with Mr. Lun?”
“You know him,” Xu En replied, falling silent for a moment, “The Ji Family would have reservations.”
“Xu En, you’re truly blinded by that woman!” On the other side of the phone, the old lady tapped her cane, “With such a golden opportunity like Backter Street, you won’t work with him? You’ve accomplished nothing in Xiangcheng, wait until you come back for the shareholders’ meeting and see how they’ll override you.”
“And, that woman and her daughter, don’t even think about them stepping through the Xu Family’s door.”
The old lady hung up the phone with a “snap.”
Her voice was loud, and the assistant and Ji Mulan heard everything very clearly.
The assistant bowed his head, acting as if he hadn’t heard.
Ji Mulan still sat upright, her expression unchanged.
“Don’t mind it.” Xu En patted Ji Mulan’s hand, then knit his brows.
The assistant glanced at Ji Mulan, worried, “If Mr. Lun’s case can’t proceed, we truly have no other option but to return to Jiangjing. If Master Chen can make a move…”
“I haven’t even met Master Chen,” Xu En held his forehead, his head throbbing, and spoke wearily, “Let’s not talk about this now. Later, I’ll see if Miss Xu can ask Master Chen for help on my behalf.”
Ji Mulan could not fail to understand the look in the assistant’s eyes.
Yet it was precisely because of Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing that she also felt uneasy. She couldn’t advise Xu En to cooperate with Mr. Lun, could she?
At that moment.
A security guard brought someone in, “Mr. Xu, a classmate named Bai is here to see you.”
“Alian?” Xu En looked up, surprised to see the figure clad in blue and white school uniform, carrying a black bag, “How did you find this place?”
He hadn’t given Bai Lian the address.
On second thought, it must have been Ji Heng who told her.
Today, Bai Lian appeared carefree and casual, starkly different from the night before.
“I’ll just ask something and leave,” Bai Lian didn’t sit down; she slung her backpack over one shoulder, holding a document in her hand, slowly rolling it up and tapping it against her palm, “I remember you’re also vying for the development rights to the Yongfu Residential Area. How much resettlement compensation would you offer them?”
Ji Mulan seldom spoke with Bai Lian these days.
But at this moment, she was distraught over Old Madam Xu’s remarks, the tourism businesses in Xiangcheng couldn’t take off, and Xu En was too affected. Now Bai Lian had to touch on what was causing them pain.
It was as if she was deliberately rubbing salt in their wounds.
“What are you doing here instead of going to school? You don’t understand these things. What’s the use of asking so many questions so specifically?” Ji Mulan looked at Bai Lian, her patience running out.
She had explained the Bai Family’s business to Bai Lian countless times.
Bai Lian hadn’t absorbed a single word.
“It’s fine, it’s nothing that can’t be mentioned,” Xu En said, although he felt a little sore, he still gave Bai Lian a number, “I was planning to apply early to the authorities, but Mr. Lun got the jump on us and obtained the demolition rights first.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Bai Lian didn’t even acknowledge Ji Mulan, listening to the number Xu En gave, which was a bit more than Ji Shaojun’s estimate. She stopped the tapping against her palm and with a lazy look in her eyes, she spoke in a particularly disdainful tone, “From now on, it’s yours.”
She handed the rolled-up document to Xu En.
