The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 214: 080 Lian Jie just wants to challenge the law, Beicheng’s top ten schools!_2

Translator: 549690339

“What is this?” Ming Dongheng held the milk tea in the brown bag with both hands.

He was very tall, standing outside the milk tea shop, looking utterly cold and indifferent, a stark contrast to the cutesy milk tea bag he was holding.

He instantly noticed the note on the order—

[Note: Add ice, double sugar]

Jiang He’s?

Bai Lian got into the car slowly, “It’s for your young master.”

Ming Dongheng was surprised, but his expression remained unchanged.

When Bai Lian arrived at Purest Street, he didn’t drive but took out his phone and began furiously typing in the group chat with a poker face—

Ming Dongheng: [Jiang Shao actually drinks double sugar!]

Ming Dongheng: [[Image]]

He sent a photo of the fruit tea.

A very cutesy design, with the double sugar prominently visible.

Xu Nanjing:

Jiang Xijue: [Screenshot taken]

Ming Dongheng retracted a message

Ming Dongheng retracted a message

Xu Nanjing: [@Jiang Xijue You’re so ruthless]

Xu Nanjing: [@Ming Dongheng Xiaoming, now you see who truly loves you the most as a brother]

Chen Beixuan: [@Xu Nanjing You just didn’t think to use a screenshot to threaten Xiaoming]

“Alian,” the owner of store number 112 has been doing killer business recently, and when he saw Bai Lian with Jiang He from afar, he greeted Bai Lian, “Get Xiaohe a Wangzai milk.”

Bai Lian took some time to get a Wangzai milk for Jiang He.

By the way, she made it Mao Kun’s job to come and help the owner move goods whenever he was free.

“Alian seems to be in a really good mood today,” the owner said after he moved down a box of beers, wiping his face with the towel hanging around his neck, his bronze face showing a smile, “Young people should be lively and peppy, there’s no need for all those troubles.”

The first time he saw Bai Lian, she was standing here looking at the ancient tree, and he thought she was burdened with worries.

He figured she must have gone through a breakup.

Of course, the owner couldn’t fathom why someone would reject such a girl.

But it was okay.

The young are in their prime, and at her age, she could afford the loss; it wasn’t too late for anything.

The owner chuckled to himself and went back to moving stock, genuinely happy for her.

Ten minutes later, Mao Kun came reverently with a few followers to help the owner move stock.

A new police officer hiding in the dark opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Unbeknownst to Bai Lian, the store owner who watched TV every day had been secretly concocting all kinds of dramatic love and hate stories about her.

She took Jiang He, who was sipping on his Wangzai milk, and went back.

In Ji Heng’s courtyard.

He was sitting in front of the embroidery frame, a piece of deep blue satin already stretched on it, with a paper on the fabric, outlining the pattern of a robe he had drawn for Dr. Lance, “Dr. Lance, how do you like this one?”

Dr. Lance was curiously observing the well and banyan tree in the courtyard.

He hadn’t stopped exploring the ancient charm of the alley for a moment.

On hearing the question, he pushed up his glasses to look closer at Ji Heng’s drawing, his eyes lit up as he saw it: “Fine! Beautiful! What’s this?”

He pointed to one of the patterns.

“Dragon,” Ji Heng narrowed his eyes and replied.

“Lóng?” Dr. Lance seemed to have heard of it and brightened up, “I like this!”

Ji Heng nodded, then fetched a bunch of embroidery threads from the storeroom and started splitting them.

Dr. Lance’s eyesight wasn’t great, but he could see Ji Heng splitting a fine silk thread into twelve or so finer threads.

The first time witnessing embroidery, he was amazed for a long time.

With a “squeak,” Bai Lian pushed open the door and entered.

Dr. Lance retracted his jaw and turned to look at Bai Lian: “Today, treatment?”

Bai Lian greeted Ji Heng and Dr. Lance and answered Dr. Lance, “Yes.”

She took off her school uniform to reveal the white inner garment embroidered with green leaves and twining vines, then retrieved silver needles from the room.

“How long will it take?” Dr. Lance asked about the treatment duration as he sat on the stone stool.

Having been treated by Bai Lian with the needles for two days already, he didn’t feel any change.

Bai Lian raised the silver needle leisurely and, after a conservative estimate, replied, “Around a month.”

“Really?” Dr. Lance switched to English, eager for Bai Lian to proceed with the acupuncture, “Hurry up, please.”

Dr. Lance was shortsighted.

He had considered laser surgery, but laser treatments could cause regression, accelerated aging, thinned corneas, and worsen glare and night vision, so he never went through with it.

Jiang He pulled up a stool in front of Ji Heng and started to twist a fourth-order Rubik’s cube while watching Ji Heng embroider.

Ji Heng took out the needles wrapped in oil paper and looked up to see Bai Lian holding a needle above Dr. Lance’s head, gesturing.

He:

“I asked other traditional Chinese medicine practitioners why they don’t know this,” Dr. Lance inquired while Bai Lian was inserting needles.

“It has been too long,” Bai Lian bowed her head, finished inserting a needle seriously, and then explained to Dr. Lance thoughtfully, “Many things have been lost to time. There are still quite a few old masters who can perform this technique; you just haven’t found them yet.”