The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

When he saw Bai Lian and Jiang He come out, he spoke softly and then ended the call.

Jiang Fulai looked at Bai Lian, his face stern: “Who?”

Bai Lian was momentarily taken aback.

She remembered that Jiang Fulai typically wrapped up his weekend work on Fridays.

It took her a moment to remember that he was probably asking about the matter with Dean Jian.

“It’s Dean Jian, from the Music Academy,” Bai Lian sighed softly, wishing she hadn’t sent it if she knew he would hurry back, “sent it to you for fun.”

Jiang Fulai mulled over which Dean Jian it could be: “Heh.”

The dean of Jiangjing Music Academy, at this moment, hugged his teacup and sneezed, muttering to himself: “It’s time to wear a down jacket, can’t afford to catch a cold.”

Jiang Fulai opened the car door and let Bai Lian get in.

After she was in, he casually tossed Jiang He into the back seat.

Utterly indifferent.

Bai Lian fastened her seat belt and watched Jiang Fulai who was opening the driver’s door. “Just have a listen,” she said.

Jiang Fulai nodded in agreement: “Oh.”

Bai Lian slowly pulled out her phone and glanced at it for a while, then said softly, “I am definitely going to apply to Jiangjing University.”

There was a statue of her teacher there.

If she went there again, she hoped to meet him still as his proudest student.

Jiang Fulai turned to look at her, Bai Lian’s entire face was hidden in the shadows, her eyes downturned, her expression indiscernible.

Jiang Fulai started the car, “Then are you going to study quantum mechanics or dark matter?”

“Ah?” Bai Lian couldn’t keep up with his train of thought, her mind suddenly jumping from Liang Zewen to Dean Ma: “Quantum mechanics… I guess.”

Jiang Fulai drove onto the main road, his body slightly relaxed: “Dean Ma has a lot of research areas, including quantum mechanics, and there are other labs.”

“Why are you studying dark matter?” Bai Lian lowered the car window, resting her right elbow lazily on it, and turned to look at him.

It was the first time Jiang Fulai spoke about this, “When I was reading, I found that the gravity of matter is nowhere near sufficient to sustain the rotation of galaxies, which is very paradoxical, and everyone was suspecting that dark matter might be a higher dimensional presence. Other countries are also researching it, and without research, there is no development, which means that humanity’s civilization has reached its end.”

If a species’ civilization reaches its end, it’s a terrifying prospect.

Whether it’s dark matter, quantum mechanics, or superconductivity, the next step in the evolution of civilization requires people to continually try and err.

Their conversation shifted from Jiangjing University to dark matter and quantum mechanics, while Jiang He hugged a large white cabbage pillow in the back seat, listening attentively.

Halfway through the journey, Ji Heng called.

Bai Lian answered.

Ji Heng asked when she would be home and after inquiring, he heard a faint sound of guzheng from the other end of the phone, “Is that the guy surnamed Jiang?”

Here, at Ji Heng’s place, Jiang He was Xiaohe.

Jiang Fulai was that guy surnamed Jiang.

“Mhm,” Bai Lian reclined against the backrest.

Ji Heng was silent for quite some time, having hinted about Jiang He’s family situation before; both Jiang He and Jiang Fulai’s parents had passed away early. About five minutes later, he said sternly, “Then let him come too.”

Now living close to Ji Heng, Ji Shaojun had come over with food to see him.

When Bai Lian, Jiang Fulai, and Jiang He arrived, Ji Heng was in the yard playing Gomoku with Lance, discussing plans to go fishing the next day. Lance, wearing a floral jacket, was very excited and talked about catching several fish.

Ji Shaojun was cooking in the kitchen; Shen Qing had mostly recovered and was helping Ji Shaojun by washing the vegetables.

Seeing Bai Lian return, she placed the washed vegetables next to Ji Shaojun: “Alian, you’re back!”

“Xiaojiang,” Shen Qing was now quite at ease with Jiang Fulai.

“Auntie,” Jiang Fulai, draped in his black coat under the incandescent lights of the large courtyard, his eyes weren’t as icy as usual.

He seemed very polite at that moment.

Jiang He looked up, staring at Jiang Fulai somewhat dumbfounded.

Lance had made rapid progress in his chess skills, and from being invincible, Ji Heng now couldn’t win a single game. He beckoned to Jiang Fulai, offering his seat, “Gomoku, do you know how to play?”

Jiang Fulai nodded in surprise.

“You’re up.”

Lance, in his triumph, confident it wasn’t Jiang He he was facing, declared, “OKOK!”

Jiang Fulai casually took a white piece.

Lance picked up a black piece, glanced at Jiang Fulai, and boasted, “Bring it on!”

Jiang He watched from the side, amused by Lance’s confidence.