The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 872 - 342 I hold half of the empire

After the New Year, Dr. Lance’s vacation ended.

Both were busy, it had been several months since their last meeting.

Bai Lian held her phone loosely, not speaking immediately, and with Gao Shu unable to handle the situation, it wouldn’t be easy for Dr. Lance to make an application; her gaze shifted to the patient room.

Silence, pausing for a long while.

Without a word from her, Chief Chen peeked out from behind Bai Lian, "Dr. Lance, do you know about the LNight-3 device?"

Dr. Lance had already walked to the door, where the lighting was strong, "The new device that was released not long ago?"

Clearly, he had heard of it.

"Yes yes yes," Chief Chen inquired again, "We currently have a situation requiring it."

After listening, Dr. Lance didn’t give them a definitive answer but through the camera, he could see Bai Lian’s seriousness, "I’ll do my best, and I will need some help."

Subconsciously, some mobilization was needed.

"Okay, I’ll have someone contact you." After speaking, Bai Lian hung up the video call.

Jiang Xijue stood behind Gao Shu with his neatly draped coat, the innate gentleness in his bones evident even now as he bore the full weight of the Jiang Family with unflustered ease.

His gaze shifted between Bai Lian and Chief Chen.

Gao Shu politely avoided looking at whom Bai Lian was speaking with, only hearing Dr. Lance’s broken Chinese, "The LNight-3 device will arrive, it’s just a matter of time. It’s quite late now, do you want to go back first?"

Bai Lian shook her head.

She just watched the patient room; she had seen it not long ago, Jiang Fulai hadn’t suffered any physical injuries.

But he was definitely under the influence of drugs, and as for why he remained unconscious, Bai Lian had some ideas.

She absolutely needed the LNight-3 device.

She needed the assistance to investigate his current condition.

And moreover...

If Jiang Fulai was in such a state while Ming Dongheng was like this, then the situation at Ma Institute could only be worse.

Bai Lian pressed her lips together.

If she wasn’t leaving, Gao Shu would also stay to keep her company, while Jiang Xijue had to go out to take care of some matters.

Just as he picked up his coat and went to the elevator.

Downstairs, Mao Kun had arrived.

His motorcycle bent low, its loud sound audible from a street away. If Bai Lian hadn’t described the motorcycle’s color and license plate earlier, it wouldn’t have even been allowed on this street.

The people downstairs brought him up.

Not taking the stairs, they used an elevator.

Different from people like Ming Dongheng or Jiang Yunjian, Mao Kun didn’t look strong; he still sported dyed yellow hair, not cut for a long time, with the front strands almost covering his eyes.

He wore a black tank top, and a string of bone beads around his neck.

"Sis." He walked straight towards Bai Lian.

Without introducing him, Bai Lian simply told Jiang Xijue, "Before he wakes up, Mao Kun will be here."

The implication was clear.

Bai Lian was leaving Mao Kun here to guard. freēwēbnovel.com

"Him?" Even Jiang Xijue, who had seen much of the world, was startled by Bai Lian’s words.

By his side, Jiang Yunjian frowned at Mao Kun. Mao Kun’s appearance really didn’t give off the impression of a master—his hooligan-like attire made it hard to inspire confidence.

Letting a stranger stay here, Jiang Xijue couldn’t bear the responsibility if anything went wrong.

He didn’t dare to decide on his own and only looked at Gao Shu.

"Fine," Gao Shu, after all, understood Bai Lian, "Let him stay here with Yunjian."

With Jiang Fulai unconscious, Gao Shu’s word carried a lot of weight. With her keeping watch, naturally, Jiang Xijue wouldn’t do anything to offend Bai Lian.

Mao Kun remained outside the patient room.

Bai Lian left with Gao Shu, and on the way back, Bai Lian rode in Gao Shu’s car.

Chief Chen and Jiang Xijue stayed where they were.

As the car left, Chief Chen lit a cigarette, finally letting out a sigh of relief as he slowly exhaled a ring of smoke.

Next to him, Jiang Yunjian looked towards Jiang Xijue, "President Jiang, why did you agree to let that blond stay? What’s he here for?"

Chief Chen took a drag of his cigarette, glancing at Jiang Yunjian.

Jiang Xijue noticed that Chief Chen had greeted Mao Kun before leaving, "Chief Chen, who exactly is the person on the top floor?"

"Mr. Mao," Chief Chen had seen Mao Kun sitting at Backter Street’s Qinglong Bar, surrounded by people calling him Young Master Mao, the cigarette in his hand, "President Jiang, before Mr. Ming’s return, with Mr. Mao here, you don’t have to worry about Young Master Jiang’s safety."

Ming Dongheng’s strength had grown tremendously over the past two years.

No one in the Jiang Family could match him, with an increase in his power and status that was visually noticeable.

Could this blond possibly possess strength comparable to Ming Dongheng?

Jiang Xijue truly was surprised.

But Chief Chen offered no further explanation, took out his car keys, and drove away.

**

Meanwhile.

Gao Shu drove Bai Lian back to Shanhai Apartment.

All along the way, Bai Lian had the car window down, her hand resting on the window sill, as the wind blew her neatly done hair apart, with a few loose strands floating in the air, her eyes calm and collected.

Arriving downstairs.

Gao Shu stopped and looked toward the passenger seat, where Bai Lian’s hand still rested on the window sill, her fingertips tapping rhythmically.