The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 111: 044 The Great Shuffle! Ji Mulan (1)_2

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“No need,” Bai Lian lazily smoothed out her sleeves and skirt hem.

Once Ming Dongheng drove off, the three people on the opposite side sheepishly walked over, “Sis.”

“Mm,” Bai Lian stood against the sunset and casually introduced, “This is my aunt.”

Mao Kun and the others spoke up loudly, “Auntie, hello! I’m Xiaomao.”

Shen Qing was startled.

Mao Kun’s bleached hair always made him seem a bit untrustworthy, but compared to Ming Dongheng, Mao Kun couldn’t be more normal.

Shen Qing relaxed a lot, “Xiaomao, are you also friends with Alian?”

“Yeah,” Mao Kun scratched his head somewhat guiltily.

Not far away.

Ji Shaojun, who was on the phone, walked towards them. On the other end was a woman’s voice, “She’s back in Xiangcheng?”

“Ji Mulan, what kind of tone is that?” Ji Shaojun frowned and scolded.

“I left her with the Bai Family because they have a big family business; with her antics, who else could protect her but the Bai Family? And what does she do? Just to gratify a whim, she pats her butt and heads back to Xiangcheng, causing trouble for me everywhere.”

Ji Shaojun stopped walking, “This has nothing to do with her…”

“Do you think you know better than I do?” Ji Mulan interrupted him, listing the many issues Bai Lian had caused throughout her life, “You reaching out to me is less effective than a single word from Bai Qiming.”

“You have a new family?” Ji Shaojun suddenly asked.

Ji Mulan went silent.

“Found your so-called true love again?” Ji Shaojun, noticing Bai Lian standing not far ahead, looking obedient and charming, sneered, “Once this matter is settled, we won’t need to mention Bai Qiming. You disappeared for over two years without a word; you should at least come back to see your daughter and your father when you have the time.”

“Ji Mulan, you’re no longer the capricious teenager you once were. Dad is getting old; don’t do something you’ll regret.”

He finished speaking and hung up without waiting for her reply.

His expression soured.

He had only one sister, and most of the time, he was stuck between Ji Mulan and Ji Heng, but this time Ji Mulan had left Bai Lian alone with the Bai Family, which disappointed Ji Shaojun deeply.

Ji Shaojun had always had Ji Mulan’s phone number.

He just never contacted her before, and today, for Bai Lian’s sake, he reached out for the first time.

He pocketed his phone and approached Bai Lian and Shen Qing, softening his expression considerably.

When he saw Mao Kun and the other two with Bai Lian, he paused, his gaze lingering on Xiaoqi’s face for a moment.

“Uncle Ji, hello,” the three said with great politeness.

Ji Shaojun responded with a “hm,” regaining his composure, emanating authority.

He was much like Ji Heng in that he didn’t talk much.

Shen Qing, on the other hand, was quite chatty, insisting on having Mao Kun and the others over for dinner.

“We shouldn’t, Auntie,” Mao Kun scratched his head, “My godfather is looking for me.”

Shen Qing watched the trio leave with a touch of regret.

She had a good impression of the three, especially Xiaoqi.

“Let’s go shopping for groceries; Dad will arrive soon,” Ji Shaojun said, withdrawing his gaze and patting Bai Lian’s shoulder, “Let’s not talk about this with your grandfather, to avoid worrying him.”

As for what actually happened at the police station.

Ji Shaojun hadn’t asked Bai Lian, staying silent, thinking about the matter with Ji Mulan.

Today was Bai Lian’s second time visiting Ji Shaojun’s home, but her mindset was completely different from the last.

Shen Qing and Ji Shaojun were cooking in the kitchen.

On the coffee table in Ji Shaojun’s living room were many trophies and photos.

Bai Lian’s gaze fell on the photo in the center, featuring Ji Shaojun in his middle age with a girl in the picture. The girl wore a black T-shirt, holding a trophy, looking very petite and smiling brightly with pure joy.

She always felt, that person looked familiar.

“Those are his students,” Ji Heng, following her gaze, noticed the picture, took a deep drag on his cigarette, his voice muffled, “Each of them got into Beicheng University of Arts, except for Yang Qiong.”

Beicheng University of Arts was the best arts school among the four major cities.

You could say that in his years of teaching, Ji Shaojun’s students were everywhere.

Ji Heng’s gaze turned distant, and he didn’t continue.

Yang Qiong.

Bai Lian lounged on the couch with a carefree posture, her eyes narrowing slightly; she had never heard the name before.

“Dinner’s ready, what are you two doing there,” Shen Qing came out with a dish, interrupting Bai Lian and Ji Heng’s conversation, “Come prepared to eat.”

“Oh,” Bai Lian withdrew her gaze.

She went to wash her hands in the kitchen, helping with the serving.

“Don’t bother,” Shen Qing chased her out, “Let your uncle do it; he’s thick-skinned, he’ll be fine.”