The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 696 - : 275 Not So Simple Guests (Part 2)
Chapter 696: 275 Not So Simple Guests (Part 2)
At this time, even Mu Youjun was not concerned.
Mu Youjun rarely paid attention to the affairs of the Mu Family, and this was the first time she heard of “Miss Bai.” With just a glance, someone explained to her.
There wasn’t much information about Bai Lian in the Mu Family, and it was generally difficult for others to access her records.
“Butler Lou rarely mentions her, but… it seems she is quite talented, and now she is at Jiangjing University,” the old patriarch said with a chuckle.
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Speaking of talent, Butler Gao glanced at the old patriarch.
The old patriarch also chuckled in reflection, “Look at what I’m saying, in front of Dr. Gao, what talents should I mention.”
No matter how good the talents, they couldn’t compare to the son of Mu Youjun, Gao.
Mu Youjun slowly pushed aside the tea foam without denying it.
The old patriarch went with those grand-uncles from the Mu Family to the ancestral temple to prepare the ritual for Ji Shaojun. Butler Gao, with his head lowered, asked Mu Youjun, “Do you want to meet that Miss Bai?”
“Wait for Dong Chuan,” Mu Youjun said indifferently. Among the people who came to the Mu Family today, Dong Chuan was the only one she would consider meeting.
She didn’t care about the others.
**
The Mu Family’s residence was vast.
Butler Lou went around the side rooms and long corridors, and it took five minutes before he saw several people at the entrance of the main courtyard.
Next to them were Ning Xiao, Tang Ming, and Pu Xiaohan.
Yang Lin had a part-time job in the morning and had to help in the laboratory in the afternoon, so she didn’t come.
In the center stood a girl wearing a moss green cloak, her slender figure slightly leaning against the edge of the pool’s railing, her arm resting on the cast railing, revealing the snow-white sleeve beneath her cloak as she talked to the man beside her.
The man wore a very simple trench coat.
He had a tall figure and was slightly tilting his head. You could see his ice-cold jawline and the half of his face that was extremely stern.
At eleven o’clock, the sunlight was just right above.
The light wasn’t glaring even in winter, but as Butler Lou looked at that stern profile, he felt quite dazed.
He stopped in his tracks.
As part of the Mu Family, he was aware of the few people from the Jiang Family. He hadn’t officially met Jiang Fulai more than twice and hadn’t spoken to him, but he knew of his existence.
A person who led the Jiang Family to rise from the same circumstances as the Mu Family, not only stabilized the precarious situation of the Jiang Family but also helped it thrive.
He was involved in both politics, business, and the scientific community.
Butler Lou stood in place without speaking. When Tang Ming turned his head and saw him, he hurriedly greeted him, “Butler Lou, are you here to find Sister Lian?”
“Ah,” Butler Lou came back to his senses, “Yes, yes,” he turned his gaze to Bai Lian, not daring to look at Jiang Fulai again: “Miss Bai, I will take you to see Mr. Ji. He’s talking with the master.”
Mu Xiangguang was in the main courtyard. Crossing over would lead to a cobblestone path, and just lifting the door curtain would allow them to see him.
He didn’t see anyone else.
Butler Lou left Ning Xiao and Tang Ming outside at a small table, serving them tea and refreshments. There was also one more person…
His gaze fell on Jiang Fulai.
Jiang Fulai casually sat down, his long and cold white fingers picking up a cup of tea, absentmindedly blowing on it, his demeanor elegant and posh, showing no intention of going in with Bai Lian.
When he looked up again towards Bai Lian, he asked, “Do you want to give me the cloak?”
There was heating inside the house, and the cloak made by Ji Heng was very warm.
Bai Lian untied her cloak and handed it to him, then flipped open the door curtain and entered the main room.
**
Inside the house.
Mu Xiangguang was talking with Ji Heng. He was two years younger than Ji Heng, his hair completely gray, his figure lean, the cheekbones on both sides protruding, and the wrinkles on his face were evident.
“I know about Mu Qiong’s matter,” Ji Heng said, sitting close to him, slowly smoking, “but I didn’t expect you to be so disheartened.”
There weren’t many people in the direct lineage, and Ji Heng and Mu Xiangguang had a good relationship since childhood without any disputes.
Mu Xiangguang held a string of Buddha Beads in his hands, his eyes closed, turning them slowly, “Life is unpredictable. I had Yining looking for you for many years, and it was only last year that suddenly there was news.”
The vast fortune of the Mu Family, the share meant for Ji Heng, had always been untouched by him.
However, the Mu Family had been unable to locate the news about Ji Heng until last year when he came to Jiangjing. It was only then that Butler Lou, following the trail, managed to get a bit of information.
Regarding these matters, Ji Heng offered no explanations.
As the two talked, the door curtain was lifted, and Butler Lou said softly, “Miss Bai has arrived.”
Mu Xiangguang stopped turning the Buddha Beads in his hand and opened his eyes.
The lighting inside the room was dim, but Mu Xiangguang still managed to make out the figure who walked in – the visitor was dressed all in white, with an erect spine, walking unhurriedly as if she had severed the bonds with a century of time.
That kind of demeanor.
Mu Xiangguang was somewhat stunned.
“Grandfather,” Bai Lian approached and greeted Ji Heng.
