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She tilted her head and looked at him with a pair of big eyes.

“Let’s go inside,” Jiang Fulai stopped at the corner, looked toward the front yard, and slightly raised his right hand, somewhat like he was taking an oath, “I really won’t scold you.”

Only then did Bai Lian look away.

It meant she believed him.

It was eleven o’clock at night.

Bai Lian changed into a black outfit and left the house with her homework.

Backter Street’s Qinglong Bar, oh.

Inside, the lights twinkled, and smoke filled the air at the peak of its liveliness.

After checking on Mao Kun, who was sobbing on the bed, Bai Lian calmly returned to the bar, seated herself on a high stool, lazily flipped open a practice book with one hand, and absentmindedly tapped the bar top with the other.

Xiaoqi brought out a desk lamp, plugged it in for her, turned on the light, and had someone prepare a drink with the lowest alcohol content for her.

The chaotic bar now had a strange corner—

A girl with her hair loosely tied up, doing homework under a desk lamp that was entirely out of place in a bar.

“The production of Solid Element Paste is low,” Xiaoqi explained to Bai Lian, “not because it’s pricey, we sell it at a standard rate. The problem now is that the raw materials can’t keep up. There are few people planting medicinal herbs, but after the news gets out that we’re buying up a lot of them, many farmers will start planting these herbs again.”

Now there were few people cultivating medicinal herbs.

Xiaoqi took some of the recouped funds and paid a deposit to a group of veteran farmers in Xiangcheng.

He was sharp-witted and handled this matter well.

Besides having artistic talent and business acumen, even Mao Kun’s godfather said Mao Kun was lucky and wanted to relocate Xiaoqi under his wing to do big things. Just today, Xiaoqi had been taken out to see the world.

But

Xiaoqi didn’t want to work for the big boss.

Nearby, Xiaowu rubbed his arm and shivered, “Just looking at Little Mao gives me the shivers, he’s so fierce!”

Xiaowu was particularly sensitive to pain, having been dumped at the orphanage due to his poor health.

The kids in the orphanage didn’t like him.

Only Mao Kun was willing to take him in.

Now, he cried and trained every day.

Bai Lian listened and slowly flipped to the next page, when suddenly something came to mind. She looked at Xiaowu and Xiaoqi, “Are you guys really not going back to school?”

“I’ve almost self-taught everything I need,” Xiaoqi responded softly and politely.

He once wanted to attend school, but now school seemed pointless to him.

Bai Lian observed Xiaoqi.

Mao Kun had told her that Xiaoqi was very talented and used to love painting.

“But, sis,” whereas Xiaowu only scratched his head, with his red hair, he was somewhat lost, “My dream is just to be a street thug.”

He wasn’t smart, nor did he have any advantages.

He had decided to follow Mao Kun because he saw him as a powerful street thug.

After understanding what a street thug was, Bai Lian: “…”

Ah, forget it, as long as you’re happy.

“By the way,” Xiaoqi handed an invitation to Bai Lian, “this is Dongwu’s invitation, inviting Little Mao over. They say Little Mao also has a teacher, so they’ve prepared one for you too.”

Bai Lian looked up, nodded her chin at her black backpack, “Put it in there.”

She was doing her homework and didn’t have time to look.

So Xiaoqi casually folded the invitation and tucked it inside.

The next day.

Early in the morning.

At Xu En’s residence, Grandmother Xu’s video call came through.

She had originally thought that Xu En and that woman would have been eager to agree, but instead, Xu En hadn’t called for a whole day.

“To feign retreat, you must choose the right time,” as soon as the video connected, Grandmother Xu’s gaze passed over Ji Mulan and settled on Xu En, speaking dispassionately, “Don’t overdo it.”

This implied that Bai Lian and Ji Mulan were insatiable and overly greedy.

“I can’t handle this.” Xu En picked up his phone and stood by the window.

Grandmother Xu looked deeply at Xu En, “Don’t use such tactics on me.”

She ended the video call.

She had someone track down Bai Lian’s contact through Xu En’s secretary.

As the head of the household, even Xu En’s assistant didn’t dare to disobey, nervously obtaining Bai Lian’s mobile number.

Bai Lian’s phone number was sent to Grandmother Xu very quickly.

As soon as the call connected, without waiting for the other side to speak, Grandmother Xu began, “I am Xu En’s mother. He’s already told you everything, right? Come to Jiangjing within three days and change your surname.”

Bai Lian had just woken up not long ago. She leaned by the window, her left hand propped on the sill, her right hand holding the phone to her ear.

Half in doubt that she had misheard, she asked, “Can you say that again?”