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Chapter 683: 271 following her was the special assistant to President Jian, Gao Family_3
Mu Yining was momentarily startled, then remembered who Gao Jiachen’s young aunt was, and the relationship between the Gao Family and the Jiang Family, all supported by that one aunt, “Alright.”
Just caught from the coastline, there were few families so wealthy and bold as to use their own planes to transport these goods.
Mu Yining accompanied Mu Youjun to visit the old master.
After they left, Ren Wanxuan finally exhaled a long breath of relief.
Dong Xiaobai stood by her side, watching her reaction with amusement, “That’s your aunt too. That’s just the way she is. The Gao Family has many rules, but she doesn’t come back often, so you needn’t be too nervous. Her son, Gao Jiachen… now that’s a formidable character.”
“Dr. Gao?” Ren Wanxuan blurted out in shock, wasn’t this Dr. Gao the same man, whom even with a lot of money, Ren Qian found difficult to meet once in Xiangcheng?
Such a family, she and Ren Qian wouldn’t have dared to imagine back in Xiangcheng.
Are they really relatives of the Mu Family?
“Oh, seems like you’ve also heard of his name,” Dong Xiaobai was not surprised.
**
Shanhai Apartment.
When Bai Lian returned, Jiang Fulai was still in room 103, having been invited by Ji Heng to play chess with Lance. Lance had picked up the game of Go quickly, and by the time he left last year, he could play Ji Heng to a draw, winning most of the time.
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In these past few days, ever since Lance arrived in Jiangjing, Ji Heng hadn’t won a single game.
Ji Heng had specially called over Jiang Fulai, who was free that evening, to play against Lance.
“This game isn’t fun at all!” Having lost yet another game, Lance, with his not-so-fluent Chinese and his hands pressing on the board, was ready to stand up.
Jiang Fulai was seated opposite him, loosely holding a White Jade Chess Piece between his right index and middle fingers, he calmly looked up, his noble phoenix eyes resting on Lance, an attitude of an idle man of wealth.
The esteemed chief physician of MTR, with just a casual glance from him, stifled any curse that was on the verge of being spoken. Lance, wanting to curse but not daring to, silently sat back down and finished the game with extreme frustration.
Then, they began a new battle.
Ji Heng stood behind Jiang Fulai, holding his pipe, lazily blowing a ring of smoke.
Bai Lian entered with her fingerprint.
Room 103 had only recorded her and Ji Heng’s fingerprints.
As soon as Lance saw her, he quickly jumped up, “Bai! Come here!”
Bai Lian walked over, glanced at the situation, and realized that Lance was almost being massacred. She casually picked up a black piece and placed it on the board.
Opposite her, Jiang Fulai: “…”
He silently smiled. Alright, how was he supposed to make a move now?
Only then did Ji Heng put away his smoking pipe, drawling, “Let’s call it a day.”
Lance was relentless, insisting on having Bai Lian play in his place against Jiang Fulai. Ji Heng threatened him, “I’ll have Alian play Go with you all day tomorrow.”
Ah, Bai Lian would be even more terrifying than Jiang Fulai. Lance silently returned to the dining table, letting Ji Heng brew tea for him to calm his nerves.
It’s not that he didn’t want to brew it himself, but Ji Heng didn’t want to let him fuss over it.
Bai Lian followed Jiang Fulai up the stairs.
In the echoing stairwell, Jiang Fulai told her about the incident tonight when Tang Ming almost drove him mad. After he finished speaking, Bai Lian spoke unhurriedly, “Teacher Jiang, I think I saw your aunt tonight.”
There were many individuals who stopped to admire Bai Lian upon seeing her.
But Gao Shu’s gaze was special, one of appreciation mixed with surprise and a caring gentleness.
And that cheongsam, it was made by the same person who made the daily clothes for Gao Yan.
Almost at first glance, Bai Lian recognized it.
**
Gao Shu had just finished talking with Shuo Qingyu.
Her car was on the way back.
They happened upon Mu Youjun’s car, and naturally, Mu Youjun recognized Gao Shu’s car. She got out of her car to greet Gao Shu.
Gao Shu sat in the back and did not get out of the car, she rolled down the window, and leaning lazily against the back seat, nodded to Mu Youjun, “Did you like the crabs I sent you?”
“They were very fresh, Jiachen liked them too.” Facing Gao Shu, Mu Youjun naturally couldn’t maintain the demeanor of a haughty lady.
“That’s good,” Gao Shu chatted idly with her for a few moments, then raised her window and signaled the driver to continue driving.
Jiang Fulai’s call came through, and Gao Shu’s spirits lifted. She sat up straight and answered the phone.