Translator: 549690339
Bai Lian held her cellphone and sent a message telling Jiang He not to hurry.
She was still in a moon-white long dress, her eyes clear and tranquil, reciting vocabulary in a calm and unruffled manner.
Upon hearing a voice, she looked up, “Waiting for your ancestor.”
No matter whether it was at school, at the Ren Family home, or anywhere else, Ren Wanxuan was always the center of attention, always pampered and worshipped by everyone.
Even Chen Wei had to make some superficial effort in front of her.
As for the Ji Family, even though she was very polite to Ji Heng, deep down she still looked down on the Ji Family members.
Ren Wanxuan looked at the long dress on Bai Lian, plain and unadorned, without any logo, clearly something made casually by Ji Heng.
In her eyes, Bai Lian was indeed the least noticeable among them.
When encountering her, one should at least be cautious and respectful, not so arrogant.
But she didn’t expect that someone she least cared about would speak to her so rudely.
The driver in the car couldn’t help but take another look at Bai Lian, and Ren Wanxuan noticed that the boys nearby were also looking their way. She was shocked that Bai Lian dared to speak to her like that, “What… what are you talking about?”
“Can’t hear clearly?” Bai Lian, looking at the next word, said indifferently,
“Then I can carve it on your tombstone.”
The driver wished he could cover his ears, trying hard to pretend he didn’t hear anything.
But Ren Wanxuan, with her sense of entitlement, didn’t get out of the car, only haughtily rolled down the window, so everyone in the car could hear Bai Lian’s words.
Even if the driver showed no reaction, Ren Wanxuan still felt that everything about her was being challenged by Bai Lian at this moment.
“You…” She was rendered speechless by the retort, and only managed to pull at her lips before angrily rolling up the window and demanding, “Aren’t we leaving yet?!
The car started.
The boy in the front seat glanced at Bai Lian by the roadside through the rearview mirror.
The look was as if he were observing a leaf, only for a moment before he withdrew his gaze, “You know her?”
Ren Wanxuan’s voice was cold with disdain: “Who knows which relative from the Ji Family that is.”
She didn’t understand how Bai Lian could be so entitled when she was merely living in a slum that hadn’t been developed yet, one that still used well water.
Chen Zhu nodded, uninterested, and didn’t ask any further.
The car drove on for a while when another black car slowly approached. Chen Zhu, who had been sitting relaxed, straightened up, his gaze fixed on the rearview mirror, watching the black car grow more distant.
Until it disappeared.
As dusk approached, the black car that vanished in the rearview mirror seemed to grow more mysterious.
In the back seat, Ren Wanxuan had temporarily forgotten about Bai Lian, watching the direction the black car had disappeared in and asked softly, “Was that the people my grandfather mentioned?”
Although in her final year of high school and focused on her studies, it didn’t mean she wasn’t aware of other matters. She knew about the recent changes in Xiangcheng. They had always thought that the manor behind them, which had been vacant, belonged to the government.
Now that it had been occupied, the major families of Xiangcheng had all received a clear message not to disturb it.
Chen Zhu only casually said, “I’ve never seen that make of car.”
The one who came to pick up Bai Lian was Ming Dongheng.
Bai Lian had been memorizing words all the way, and when she arrived at the entrance of the manor, she saw Jiang He squatting at the door, eagerly waiting.
The man in the grey suit waiting in the garden, seeing the carefree and lazy girl behind Jiang He, was quite surprised.
Then—
He watched as Jiang He walked to the adjacent laboratory, adeptly keyed in the password, and entered.
“Mr. Ming, who is that…” The man turned to Ming Dongheng, inquiring about the girl’s identity.
Despite his many years in Jiangjing, he had never heard of such a person.
Ming Dongheng only warned, “Don’t overstep.”
Chen Wei felt a chill down his back and remembered who resided in this place, no longer daring to ask any more.
He secretly committed to memory the fleeting glimpse of the girl’s face. With that striking face, he definitely wouldn’t forget her if he saw her again.
The laboratory.
Most of the devices there were unfamiliar to Bai Lian, and Jiang He took her to a small table to show her a miniature perpetual motion machine on it.
A metal sphere the size of a soybean slid down through the hole on the top layer into a track, then bounced back up.
Both squatted on the spot, staring intently at it for ten minutes.
“According to the law of conservation of energy,” Bai Lian concluded, “this is a fake perpetual motion machine.”
As she spoke, she flipped over the base and, indeed, saw magnets underneath.
Jiang He nodded, and then secretly told Bai Lian, “Uncle Ming has always thought it was a perpetual motion machine.”
There were many instruments in the laboratory, but Bai Lian and Jiang He only looked at the toroidal collider. Jiang He squatted on one side and tried several times with Bai Lian, continuously adding fluid..