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“Did Xu En teach you to say that?” With that tone, Mrs. Xu laughed, assuredly saying, “Come to Jiangjing within three days and change your surname.”

Mrs. Xu had never really looked into Ji Mulan’s connection to Bai Lian.

To her, it was unnecessary.

But how much exposure could a high school student possibly have?

It had to be Xu En who tipped her off ahead of time, going to great lengths for the sake of this mother and daughter.

Mrs. Xu felt a bit of physical revulsion.

But after all, she was unwilling to give up the mighty support of the Yu Family.

“Do you think changing a surname isn’t enough?” Mrs. Xu spoke indifferently, “I can let you into the Xu Family registry, give you a Jiangjing residence permit. Is that sufficient?”

What was this?

“Is your Xu Family the royal household?” Bai Lian finally caught what Mrs. Xu was saying, raising an eyebrow.

“What?”

Through the window, Bai Lian saw Lance enter the yard; she stood up straight, and while walking outside, said, “It seems not. Then where do you get the courage to offer me entry into your family’s registry?”

“I’m saying,” Bai Lian stepped out the door, her tone unhurried, “Can your ancestors rest in peace with that decision?”

She hung up the phone and took the opportunity to block the number.

What nonsense.

Yesterday, Bai Lian had to reschedule her acupuncture session to this morning because of her plans to watch a fight.

Lance came over especially early today.

He also brought them steamed buns and fried dough sticks, biting into a sticky rice cake, “Tastes great!”

Lance’s Mandarin was getting pretty good, but there were still some pronunciations he couldn’t quite master.

“What’s wrong with you?” Seeing Ji Heng with a dejected face, he asked with his not-quite-standard concern.

Ji Heng, who had just finished reviewing his books not long ago, silently glanced at him.

Without speaking.

Quietly nibbling on a bun.

Methodically, Bai Lian inserted a silver needle into Lance’s head, her eyes downcast, “Talk less.”

“OK, OK.” Lance held up his left index finger and mimed zipping his mouth shut.

In Xiangcheng Prison, Jiang Fulai arrived early.

He sat sideways on the chair, resting his arm on the table, tapping his pale fingers against the tabletop sporadically.

Less than two minutes passed when Zhang Shize, wearing prisoner number 1108, came in with his head down, escorted to the opposite side.

Jiang Fulai glanced at him and said indifferently, “Look up.”

Zhang Shize silently raised his head, revealing two panda eyes and a bruised corner of his mouth.

“Is this how you avoid letting them visit you?” Jiang Fulai’s eyebrows twitched, “Each one of them, you can’t always be a worry for her.”

Zhang Shize lowered his head again.

His handcuffed fingers twined together.

After finishing his labor in prison, he had to do homework, and at night while writing, a bald cellmate hit him, complaining his desk lamp was too bright and disturbed his sleep.

Jiang Fulai just watched him, his face devoid of smiles, his tone freezing cold, “You… didn’t fight back?”

The words “Don’t you have hands?” were swallowed back harshly.

“I heard he’s the boss in here, and fighting might increase the sentence…” Zhang Shize had two concerns.

“The knife must be in your own hands, no matter who the other party is,” Jiang Fulai paused, restraining himself from scolding, “If someone hits you, you hit them back. If they end up dead—”

Jiang Fulai leaned back and sneered, “I’ll cover for you.”

Zhang Shize looked up, his eyes wide as he stared at Jiang Fulai.

He began to understand why Chi Lu was so worried about this man.

“Do you know what a rear naked choke is?” Jiang Fulai glanced at him again.

Zhang Shize shook his head, puzzled.

Twenty minutes later.

Jiang Fulai nonchalantly stood aside, watching Zhang Shize sparring with a prison guard.

“Ding”

His phone chimed once.

It was Bai Lian

[How is his learning coming along?]

The previous night, Bai Lian had sent Ning Xiao’s and Tang Ming’s review points to Zhang Shize over to Jiang Fulai, requesting him to teach Zhang Shize today.

Jiang Fulai paused.

He hadn’t taught the other man as Bai Lian had envisaged.

No matter. If worse comes to worst, when Bai Lian meets with Zhang Shize next week, he could take the initiative to berate Zhang Shize for being too stupid to learn anything in a week.

Young Master Jiang thought indifferently and replied—

[Instruction given]

Student Bai: [1]

Young Master Jiang put away his phone, his expression detached.

As for what exactly was taught, who knows?

It was only after Zhang Shize mastered the chokehold that the guard followed Jiang Fulai out, “Should we move him to a different cell?”

Jiang Fulai shook his head, “Remember to give him the medicine I brought over every day.”

You need to be tougher and somewhat intimidating to avoid being bullied.

Bai Lian couldn’t be expected to look after him forever.

Jiang Fulai thought sourly.

The guard escorted Jiang Fulai out and then checked the medicine he had left behind; a small round container labeled “Imperial Revitalizing Plaster.”

Of course, neither Zhang Shize’s mother nor Bai Lian had expected—

Starting from today, Zhang Shize would begin his journey as a big brother in prison.

Bai Lian went to Jiang Fulai’s place to pick up Jiang He for the library.

Ming Dongheng and Chen Jingyu were both present.

Jiang He hadn’t woken up yet today, so Bai Lian went upstairs to wake him.

With bleary eyes, he made his way to the bathroom, found his tiny tube of toothpaste and toothbrush on the small washbasin, and started brushing his teeth.

“Brush your teeth well,” Bai Lian said with her arms crossed as she stood by and watched for a while before reaching out and flicking his forehead, “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

Jiang He continued to brush his teeth mechanically.

About a minute later.

He finally put down his toothbrush, touched his forehead with his left hand, and looked bemusedly towards the door.

Only now did he realize that Bai Lian had flicked his forehead just before.

Downstairs.

Ming Dongheng was talking to Director Chen on the sofa.

Chen Jingyu had come early to visit Jiang Fulai.

Of course, he was unaware of Jiang Fulai’s whereabouts and felt a bit regretful after learning he was not there.

“By the way, do you know?” Chen Jingyu looked at Ming Dongheng, who had a cold expression, and Director Chen, who was smiling very officially, and said, “Yu Shen managed to get a signed photo of Mr. Bai.”

Director Chen was taken aback.

Ming Dongheng’s eyes widened as he sat up straight, “Mr. Bai has signed photos? How did you know about that?”

“Others might not know, but Yu Shen certainly does,” Chen Jingyu glanced at Ming Dongheng and said with a smile, “You all know Yu Shen is from the Dongwu Club, and one of Yu Shen’s seniors from Dongwu is NO.5 from the Backter Street fighting arena, who had exchanged blows with Mr. Bai before and knows him.”

“What?” Ming Dongheng stared at Chen Jingyu.

Chen Jingyu wanted to say more.

From Behind, he saw a white figure slowly descending the spiral staircase made of ancient wood.

Was that the girl?

What was she doing here?!

Chen Jingyu watched Bai Lian closely as she walked down, wearing a white pleated skirt with the hems opening up like yellow flower buds with every step, creating a picturesque trail.

Her steps were somewhat heavy.

Not like someone trained in martial arts with lightness.

Very weak.

Just a pretty face.

Chen Jingyu frowned.

Seeing Bai Lian coming downstairs, Ming Dongheng quickly poured the tea he had prepared for her.

Director Chen also stood up to greet her, “Miss Bai.”

Bai Lian sat down on an empty sofa and nodded to Ming Dongheng, “Thank you.”

Ming Dongheng naturally put Bai Lian first in everything; there wasn’t anything between him and Director Chen that needed to be kept from Bai Lian.

After taking care of Bai Lian, he continued to ask Chen Jingyu, “Does Yu Shen have any more signed photos of Mr. Bai? I’d like to buy one.”

“That matter,” Chen Jingyu took his eyes off Bai Lian, “we can discuss it later. I’ll ask Yu Shen for you.”

Clearly, he did not want to discuss the matter in front of Bai Lian.

He only looked down and sent a message to Yu Hongyi.

Something came back in response.

Chen Jingyu glanced at Bai Lian, lowered his voice, and whispered into Ming Dongheng’s ear, “Yu Shen happens to be free right now. I can take you to her.”

At the same time.

Jiang He quickly finished changing and came downstairs with his small Bai Lian backpack.

When Bai Lian saw him come down, she took his backpack, then Jiang He picked up a bun and a bottle of milk from the table and left with Bai Lian.

Ming Dongheng picked up the car keys and stood up.

Following them.

“Where are you going?” Chen Jingyu sat still and looked puzzledly at Ming Dongheng walking out the door.

His thick brows and eyes showed some confusion.

Ming Dongheng was cool, “The library.”

In the midst of speaking, he walked out.

“He’s taking Miss Bai to the library,” Director Chen said leisurely, setting down his teacup and explaining blandly to Chen Jingyu.

Chen Jingyu was quite astonished, “He’s taking her to the library?”

He took out his phone to call Ming Dongheng.

“What are you doing?” Director Chen stood up, surprised.

“He might not have heard that Yu Shen is available,” Chen Jingyu explained, “I’ll tell him again.”

He didn’t think that Ming Dongheng, upon hearing this, would still go to drop her off.

It could only mean he hadn’t heard.

Director Chen glanced at him, “I heard it, how could he have not? Bring him to meet Yu Shen next time when he’s free; today he is supposed to chauffeur Miss Bai.”

Finished speaking, he walked out with his hands behind his back.

Today was Sunday.

He had arranged to go fishing with Ji Heng and Dr. Lance, and they would cook fish head hotpot in Ji Heng’s yard in the evening.

In the car.

Bai Lian leaned back lazily against the seat and opened up her reading comprehension material.

Jiang He sat inside, slowly munching on his bun.

Director Chen smiled and blocked Ming Dongheng’s car, sitting in the passenger seat under Ming Dongheng’s murderous gaze, “Mr. Ming, I just happen to be going to the library area. There’s a fishing store there, and Uncle Ji told me to pick out some fishing gear for Dr. Lance.”

“Hmph,” Ming Dongheng snorted coldly.

The car entered the main road.

Director Chen then spoke seriously, “Mr. Ming, Chen Jingyu has Yu Shen’s recommendation this year, with her and that Tongpa, he’s certain to get into Dongwu Club, what’s your situation now?”

Once he’s in, that will be a great threat to Ming Dongheng.

Ming Dongheng was likely to be moved away from Jiang Fulai.

Both their moods visibly sunk.

“Not enough yet, at least not until next year,” Ming Dongheng pursed his lips, his eyes revealing his worry.

Behind them.

Bai Lian, who had heard about Dongwu Club more than once and witnessed Ming Dongheng’s defensive posture, didn’t understand and decided to ask.

Her question was a bit slow and puzzled, “Isn’t that, Xiaonming… Is it really that hard to get into Dongwu?”