The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Is this…

Jiang Fulai and the others are back?

Xu Nanjing sat up straight, ignoring the frequent messages in the small Jiangjing WeChat group, and stared intently at the gate, wanting to see which girl could tame such a bewitching man.

This statement wasn’t false.

Due to the relationship between their mothers, he had known Jiang Fulai since childhood. After his family’s incident, Jiang Fulai had become cold and aloof. Even with their close relationship from growing up together, it took Xu Nanjing a long time to gain Jiang Fulai’s trust.

Their type of families were naturally suspicious.

Outside the door, two figures walked in one after the other. The one in front was a tall and slender girl wearing a white hoodie with a touch of ancient style. Her hair was pure black, all pinned up with plain hairpins, her skin fair, lazy yet elegant.

She held a phone in her hand, idly swiping the screen as she looked down.

Jiang Fulai, delayed by parking, slowly fell behind her. He casually carried a black backpack with one hand and held the car keys with the other.

After entering, he carelessly placed the keys on the bar by the entrance.

Xu Nanjing came back to his senses. He stood up with a hint of seriousness in his voice, “Brother Jiang.”

Jiang Fulai looked up slightly. His demeanor was always cool, his nobility tinged with pride, and his shallow, light phoenix eyes were especially cold.

He might possess a mind that crushes everyone else’s. In that circle in Jiangjing, the young men and ladies of his generation acted like mice in the presence of a cat when they saw him.

“Mhm,” seeing Xu Nanjing, he wasn’t surprised and casually introduced him to Bai Lian, “This is Xu Nanjing.”

Bai Lian then looked up, greeting him, “Hello.”

She had a face that could astonish anyone, perfect from every angle.

“Hello.” When her apricot eyes met his, what was an ordinary yet beautifully serene face made Xu Nanjing unexplainably feel like he had been targeted by a giant beast.

“Jiang He is upstairs.” Jiang Fulai wanted to take Bai Lian to find Jiang He upstairs.

However, Bai Lian raised her hand to take the backpack from him, “I’ll go by myself.”

As she walked upstairs with a languid air, Jiang Fulai stood at the foot of the stairs watching her ascend.

Ming Dongheng had already gone back to prepare tea to take upstairs.

Clearly, she was very familiar with this place and also with Jiang He and the others.

It dawned on Xu Nanjing late that the backpack Jiang Fulai was holding was hers?

**

Jiang Fulai sat on the couch with his sleeves rolled up as the family doctor carefully took his blood. MTR Laboratory was in a hurry, so the doctor’s actions were quick and decisive.

Across from him, Xu Nanjing didn’t dare to kick his feet up onto the coffee table again. He leaned on the couch, looking down at his phone at one of the Jiangjing groups.

Xun Feng: [Haven’t seen Young Master Jiang all year it seems.]

Xu Nanjing: [You can see him if you go to Jiang Garden.]

Xun Feng: [(Shocked) I’m waiting for you to take me there!]

Xia Ximing: [@Xu Nanjing Are you coming to tonight’s event? All motorbikes and beauties.]

Xu Nanjing: [Can’t make it, I’m in Xiangcheng.]

Everyone in the group was a friend of Xu Nanjing. Just take anyone from the group, and they were all well-known second-generation figures from the top circles of Jiangjing, with deep family backgrounds, but none could compare to the Jiang Family.

A family that had been handed down for a thousand years, spanning three realms, had produced numerous famous individuals; their influence was something other families could not catch up with.

After sending the messages, Xu Nanjing turned to send one to his mother—[(Prayer hands) I dare not take a photo, not at all, I’m planning to stay in Xiangcheng for a while longer!]

Then, he sent another message to the small four-person group: [PandaShock.jpg]

When the doctor finished drawing blood and had another empty tube in hand, he hesitated slightly, “Young Master Jiang, should we take another tube?”

Xu Nanjing snapped back to reality, remembering that the butler had given him two tubes. He sat up and looked towards Jiang Fulai.

Jiang Fulai, with his long fingers carelessly pressing down on his arm, casually threw away the swab after waiting a moment, and leisurely rolled down his sleeve.

“Just take mine,” he said, holding out his hand for the blood tube, then got up and walked upstairs.

After Jiang Fulai went upstairs, Xu Nanjing grabbed Ming Dongheng and sternly interrogated him about Bai Lian, “He was carrying Miss Bai’s backpack just now, wasn’t he?”

Ming Dongheng, not a man of many words, gave Xu Nanjing a name, “Bai Lian.”

Having just met Bai Lian, his curiosity deepened even more.