Chapter 411 - Chapter 411: Ji Heng's secret, the villain causes trouble_2

Chapter 411: Ji Heng’s secret, the villain causes trouble_2

Jiang Fulai looked up, his pale eyes as cool as ever. Ming Dongheng dared not probe further. His hand trembled, and he quickly averted his gaze, placing his hand on the steering wheel.

He quickly stepped on the accelerator.

In the back seat, Jiang Fulai turned off one light, leaving only one on for Jiang He to sleep, and unfastened a button on his shirt.

He reached for the phone on the partition and dialed a series of numbers.

“Young Master,” the voice on the other end of the phone was somewhat aged and very respectful, “You haven’t been to MTR for a long time. The professors there have been asking about you.”

“No,” Jiang Fulai leaned back relaxedly, with a light from the lamp falling obliquely to his right, most of his face concealed in the shadows, his voice lazy.

“Your vital signs…”

Jiang Fulai interrupted him, “I’m taking medication.”

“Medication?” The other side paused.

“Yes,” Jiang Fulai lowered the car window slightly, letting the wind pour in, the corners of his mouth lightly lifting up, “Someone prescribed me medication.”

Indifferent, yet with a hint of subtle pride.

“…” The butler was silent for a long while before saying, “I’ll send the blood draw team from MTR to Xiangcheng.”

Jiang Fulai responded nonchalantly.

“Young Master,” the butler reminded him, “The Clan has learned about your association with a young lady, and… your uncle probably knows too.”

Jiang Fulai stiffened at this, his relaxed expression vanishing, and he answered coldly, “They don’t need to worry about this.”

On the other end of the phone.

The butler sighed softly.

**

Ji Heng was designing graduation attires for Class 15 and was still drawing in the courtyard.

Dean Jian was observing his design in pajamas.

First, Ji Heng drew designs for the girls; Pu Xiaohan collected the class’s opinions. The boys couldn’t articulate their preferences and left it to Ji Heng’s discretion, whereas the girls had plenty of bold ideas.

“Alian,” seeing Bai Lian return, Ji Heng looked up, hesitating slightly, “for your class’s graduation attire, would you accept a ‘cardinal red’ color?”

Bai Lian had been given a vibrantly colored dress by Ji Heng when she first arrived, but she had never worn it.

After synthesizing the opinions of the girls in Class 15, he felt a white top with a red skirt would suit these youthful and beautiful girls.

Ji Heng had never asked her why she didn’t wear such colors before, but now he decided to ask her. If she didn’t want to wear it, he would make an individual piece for her in the same style but a different color scheme.

Bai Lian closed the door and, hearing his question, looked over at Ji Heng.

Graduation pictures were also due in May.

She calculated the time.

“I can,” Bai Lian replied to Ji Heng.

Ji Heng was taken aback; he had thought Bai Lian would say no, but hearing her agreement, he smiled, “I thought you didn’t like this kind of color scheme.”

“Not at all,” Bai Lian put her backpack in her room and came out to fetch water, “I like them all; you can go ahead with confidence.”

After a moment of thought.

She carried the water and squatted down beside Ji Heng, “Uncle Xu said today that someone at Jiangjing Yunxiao Hotel was inquiring about you.”

Ji Heng’s hand, holding a pencil, paused. After a moment of reflection, he shook his head, “It’s nothing.”

Bai Lian observed Ji Heng’s expression, which was almost as she expected. Those people had no ill intent.

That meant there was nothing to worry about; everyone has secrets. Both she and Ji Heng had theirs.

Ji Heng never inquired about hers, and she wouldn’t probe into his secrets either.

Bai Lian stood up, carrying the water.

Seeing that Bai Lian had only greeted him since entering and none else, Dean Jian became anxious, “Bai Lian, I see you also like the zither, why won’t you accept my suggestion?”

“Where did you see that I like the zither?” Bai Lian asked lazily.

“Just…” As Dean Jian looked through the door at the zither on Bai Lian’s table, he started, “You don’t like it, yet you buy a zither for 288 thousand yuan?”

Zithers were cheaper than pianos, and one worth 288 thousand yuan was already considered a collector’s item.

Dean Jian knew of the exhibition at the time, but he hesitated and decided against visiting, fearful he might impulsively take the zither home.

As the dean of the Jiangjing Music Academy, he didn’t have such an amount in savings. Most of it went to supporting children learning the zither and some to charity donations.

This 288 thousand yuan was also a significant sum for him.

He had not expected that upon his arrival at the Ji Family residence, he would see the zither of his dreams sitting on Bai Lian’s table.

“Ah?” Bai Lian slowly lifted her head, looking at the cool zither on the table, “…288 thousand yuan?”

“You didn’t know…” Dean Jian was mid-sentence when he suddenly sneezed.

Ji Heng put away his pencil and looked up at Dean Jian, “Caught a cold? You should go back to your room to rest. I’m going to sleep too.”

Bai Lian returned to her room, poured the water into the wooden tub, carelessly let down her hair, and then picked up her phone.