The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 15: 009 monopolizes the moonlight, Backter Street_1

“I kept you waiting,” Jiang Fulai came back to his senses. He suppressed his gaze and introduced himself to Bai Lian, “Hello, Bai Lian, I am Jiang He’s brother, Jiang Fulai.”

He stepped out of the car enveloped in a cold frost, his voice slightly lowered, naturally chilly.

Bai Lian looked up and inadvertently collided with a pair of light-colored eyes that reflected no light like a cold pool.

Deep and cold.

She glanced at Jiang Fulai, who wore a black shirt. His face was stunningly cold, his slightly lighter hair blending with the light.

Their first gaze, or perhaps another glance.

It was surely quiet and lonely.

Yet it felt deafening.

After a moment, Bai Lian slowly spoke, “Give me a reason not to ‘shark’ you.”

Jiang Fulai rarely showed his true emotions in front of others, this was the first time he was caught off guard in public.

Jiang He looked up, contemptuous, “Her name is Bai Lian.”

Jiang Fulai, “…”

Firstly, do you want to see what you noted down?

“Sorry,” realizing what had happened, Jiang Fulai lightly chuckled, a rare smile tinged his usually indifferent and ice-cold phoenix eyes, “Jiang He is sensitive to numbers, but he never went to kindergarten, so…”

He paused, then simply assessed, “He is semi-illiterate.”

Bai Lian swept a cold glance toward Jiang He.

Jiang He, who had an autism spectrum disorder and exhibited extraordinary intelligence only in numbers and geometry, “…”

Expressionless, he withdrew his gaze and fluidly covered his wristwatch.

“Is that from a fan you dismantled?” Jiang Fulai’s other hand held a book, rolled up like a tube, as he squatted beside Bai Lian and casually took her electric motor, looking down with serious attention, “It’s probably a capacitor issue, use a multimeter to check which wire has no resistance, and fix it.”

It was a hand like an artwork, with the glossy white of jade, long joints, and lines that flowed between proportion and smoothness, exuding a faint, crisp air.

“Multimeter?” Bai Lian withdrew her death stare from Jiang He and rested her chin on her knees, tilting her head lazily, “I thought about buying one, but my grandfather wouldn’t let me dismantle the house. I stole this one from his room.”

There was no other emotion on her face, her black pupils reflecting the streetlight above, lazy and beautiful.

She just wanted to stealthily dismantle an electric fan.

One could imagine her cutely stealing and dismantling her family’s things, and perhaps the elder would helplessly indulge her, turning a blind eye.

“I have one, I’ll bring it to you in a few days,” the mere thought of the scene made Jiang Fulai feel like a big cat was stretching out lazily to scratch him, “I have a physics lab. It’s well-equipped for experiments, very convenient.”

Jiang He rarely felt close to people, even going silent for seven days at a time.

Bai Lian was a peculiar existence to Jiang He.

Now seeing her in the flesh, he thought he might understand why Jiang He wanted to go home with her.

Bai Lian blinked.

A large lab, there must be a particle collider there…

The glances from the people around grew more intense. Jiang Fulai casually picked up Jiang He by his collar and stood up, “Get in the car first. I’ll drive you home.”

There were few streetlights on Purest Street.

Bai Lian had Jiang Fulai’s car stop at the intersection.

“This is the book you wanted,” Jiang Fulai got out of the car with her and handed her the book in his hand. In the twilight, his eyes and brows seemed to soften as if steeped in ice and snow, “Physics is not difficult, it’s interesting. You can ask me if you have any questions.”

“Thank you,” Bai Lian took the book.

This was a book that she couldn’t find anywhere.

“I should be thanking you,” Jiang Fulai looked towards Jiang He and said softly, “Jiang He always thinks he’s an alien, wanting to return to his own planet. You’re his first human friend.”

But Bai Lian simply said, “He’s cute.”

Jiang Fulai turned to look at her for a moment and chuckled lightly, “Yeah.”

Bai Lian waved at him and left.

Jiang Fulai watched her enter a small store, with a police patrol not far away.

His slightly furrowed brow relaxed a little as he got back into the car.

“This place hasn’t been demolished?” Ming Dongheng sat in the driver’s seat, surprised at the sight of the low and somewhat aged buildings, “Right across from it is Backter Street, where my master is.”

Backter Street was where Ming Dongheng often went, a street at the border of two countries.

He just hadn’t expected that Backter Street and Purest Street were only a kilometer apart, facing each other across the river.

Jiang Fulai looked at the lone few streetlights, slowly rolling up the car window, “Let’s go back.”