The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 839 - 226 Bai Lian’s eldest senior brother_2

Ji Shaorong and Ren Jiawei both left the sickroom, giving them space.

Even after they left, Assistant Wang’s gaze lingered on Ji Shaorong, "So this is the second young master of the Ji Family..."

This Lord Ji Shaorong is the most mysterious person in the Ji Family, while Bai Lian could still be traced.

But Ji Shaorong was completely out of sight.

Upon seeing him today, Assistant Wang felt unexpectedly that there was nothing remarkable about Shaorong, especially his demeanor.

Just another face in the crowd.

If you weren’t looking confidently, you could hardly notice him passing by your side.

Mu Yining also found Ji Shaorong’s peculiar demeanor surprising; it was hard to believe that Bai Lian and Ji Shaorong were from the same family—he was the complete opposite.

With that thought, Mu Yining entered the sickroom.

Previously, Xiaoqi had told Mu Yining she could come to him if she had any issues, but she hadn’t taken it seriously at first.

Until last night, Xiaoqi’s proposal had startled her, and today she came directly.

**

Downstairs.

Ji Shaorong and Ren Jiawei sat on the edge of the hospital’s flowerbed.

Ren Jiawei was answering Ren Qian’s call.

On the phone, Ren Qian’s voice sounded aged. He asked about Xiaoqi’s condition before he began to worry about Ren Wanxuan’s situation, "Is there really no possibility of them dropping the charges?"

Ren Jiawei pulled out a cigarette from her pocket, "Dad, Wanxuan really did do wrong."

She was calmer than Ren Qian, reflecting on her separation from Xiaoqi for so many years, bearing grudges against Zhou Jian and Ren Wanxuan.

Especially after Ren Wanxuan knew about it, instead of coming clean, she even attempted to create an accident to make Xiaoqi disappear.

Ren Qian did not respond over the phone, only saying, "I will come back to Xiangcheng tomorrow."

"Dad, he never came to see Xiaoqi," Ren Jiawei said with a sarcastic laugh after hanging up the phone. "He’s been too proud all his life, unable to accept that his grandson didn’t even graduate from middle school."

Thus knowing there was no turning point with Ren Wanxuan’s situation, he was heading straight back to Xiangcheng.

Even when returning to Xiangcheng, he wouldn’t mention his grandson to the relatives.

Ren Wanxuan is Ren Qian’s finest creation; he probably wished Ren Wanxuan were his biological granddaughter.

"If he wishes to change his surname in the future, let him take the Ji surname," Ren Jiawei quietly said to Ji Shaorong, her resentment towards Zhou Jian was severe, "I always thought of him as our family’s lifesaver, but it turns out he was the cruelest one."

Ji Shaorong hugged Ren Jiawei, patting her back, comforting silently.

Fortunately, it was not too late; the situation had not reached the point of no return.

**

Xu Nanjing called Bai Lian, who was at the experiment center of the physics building at Jiang University.

It was somewhat unexpected, but he drove there nonetheless.

In May, the weather was not too cold; he drove his favorite red convertible.

Jiangjing had no shortage of luxury cars, but his license plate was too conspicuous.

All along the way, he turned many heads.

He touched his nose, parked his car at a designated spot, and walked to the laboratory based on the address given by Bai Lian.

Inside the laboratory, Ning Xiao was having a mini meeting with Hu Yue, Brother Liu, and a few others, discussing issues with the alloy.

Having a proficient mentor differs completely from fumbling around by oneself, Ning Xiao, under the guidance of Zhou Wenqing, Dean Huang, and even Academician Ma, had already published a paper and had established his research direction.

In just a few short months, he had caught up with Hu Yue’s progress.

Bai Lian sat at her place, analyzing a piece of data.

Nanjing had been away from science for too long and initially didn’t recognize what it was, merely resting his hand on the nearby table, distributing the afternoon tea he had brought to everyone in the lab.

Then, he picked up a cup of milk tea, prepared it, and handed it to Bai Lian, "Lao Xiao, you remember, right? His company consistently lacks renowned professors, but the overall strength is quite impressive."

Bai Lian’s fingertips tapped on the keyboard, slightly lifting her head, her dark eyes lingering on his face for a moment.

Afterward, she leaned back slightly in her chair, picked up the milk tea, took a sip, and smiled with raised eyebrows, "Let him seek Xiaoqi."

No need to mention more.

Bai Lian understood what Nanjing meant.

"Okay." Nanjing thought to himself, why would the Mu Family go to Xiaoqi?

But Bai Lian didn’t have time to explain to him.

The phone set aside rang, and Nanjing saw the caller ID on the display—it was three characters—

Ma Institute.

He was surprised, not expecting Ma Institute to actively call someone, but then he thought this was Bai Lian and he felt it was quite normal. He turned to look at Ning Xiao and the others.

"Liang Student, Ning Student, what are you up to?" Nanjing asked Liang Wuyu.

Liang Wuyu pushed his glasses up and looked up, "We’re researching new materials, and by the way, he just passed the preliminary review for SCI, Sister Hu is asking him about the details."

Initially, Nanjing was casually listening, but he was startled by Liang Wuyu’s words.

"Him? Ning Xiao?" Isn’t it just his freshman year?

He thought Bai Lian was the only odd one out, what’s up with this Ning Xiao?

Meanwhile, Bai Lian walked to the corridor to answer the call.

On the other end of the phone, Ma Institute coughed softly, then spoke slowly, "When you have a moment, come to see me, someone has returned, and I’d like you to meet him."

**

Sunday.

Xiaoqi was discharged from the hospital.

Many people came to pick him up, so Bai Lian did not go specially.

Instead, she went to the research institute.

She had already signed a confidentiality agreement; she could review 80% of the documents here, but she didn’t. She just sat in Ma Institute’s office waiting for him to come out.

When Ma Institute returned, there was a man around fifty years old following him.

He wore black-rimmed glasses, a black long-sleeved shirt, and loose jeans, his hair was unkempt, giving off a disheveled appearance.

"This is Bai Lian," Ma Institute put his notebook on the table, opened the computer, and introduced her to the man, "You must guide her well from now on."

Then he spoke to Bai Lian, his voice much gentler, "You Xinzheng, Yushuo’s older academic brother, also my first student, just finished a mission and returned a few days ago. I’ll be entering a project soon, and I’ll be busy for a while. If you have any problems, ask Xinzheng."

Bai Lian was always very polite, "Professor You, hello."

Not knowing what to call him, one couldn’t go wrong with ’professor.’

You Xinzheng had been involved in confidential research and hadn’t contacted people much for two years. freewёbnoνel.com

But he had heard from President Huang, the teacher had selected a successor.

This made You Xinzheng genuinely happy for Ma Institute; he looked softly at the gentle girl in front of him, silently nodding to himself, "You can call me senior..."

"Never mind," he caught himself, remembering she hadn’t finished her freshman year and the teacher hadn’t officially taken her as a student yet, "you change how you address me whenever you want to."

He and Bai Lian sat in Ma Institute’s office chatting, and the more they talked, the more they hit it off. The girl in front of him, although only a freshman, already surpassed her peers in knowledge.