Bai Qiming hung up the phone after he finished speaking.
Since ancient times, Jiangjing has been the capital, the economic center of Asia.
Most of the major families passed down domestically are in Jiangjing.
With Jiangjing as the center, the four cities to the southeast, northwest and north form a distinct circle of noble power, which is still an insurmountable gap today.
Almost everyone has struggled towards Jiangjing University since birth, this institution that represents status and position.
While Xiangcheng–
A border town, all kinds of people, a bunch of international fugitives lurking, countless people disappear every year, most people just lead a fixed salary, once in that city is just like this for life.
Bai Qiming naturally didn’t think Bailian would go there.
Businessmen value profit, and his relationship with Ji Mulan fades away day by day.
Bai Lian’s status drops day by day.
Even ordinary families can’t treat everyone equally, let alone a wealthy family like the Bais.
Otherwise he wouldn’t have failed to notice that Bailian had already left the Bai family.
The servants downstairs were also apprehensive when they received the call, not understanding Bai Qiming’s meaning, just looking at each other.
Where else can they find a young lady to come back?
After a while, the servant who answered the phone timidly knocked on the study door upstairs.
“Where is she?” Bai Qiming glanced at him.
The servant was about to cry, “Young Lady, she, she…”
Bai Butler was next to him, his voice a little hoarse, his eyes complicated as he explained: “Sir, young lady, she…she left for Xiangcheng that night.”
As for the ancestral hall, she didn’t even look at it.
The study instantly fell into an ice cellar.
“Good, really good!” Bai Qiming’s face was as calm as water, he said indifferently: “Since she is so stubborn, let her move her household registration out too. From now on, whether she lives or dies, glory or disgrace, has nothing to do with my Bai family.”
Bailian was not without her antics in the past. At that time, Bai Qiming and Ji Mulan would indulge her from time to time. But is she looking down on herself a bit too much now, thinking that the Bai family would go to Xiangcheng to invite her back?
When Bai Qiming got so angry, of course he couldn’t keep it from others.
Soon, the oldest of the clan, Grandpa, learned about it.
“Forget it, don’t bother with it, let her fend for herself,” as long as Bai Shaokai is still on the genealogy, Grandpa waved his hand, not caring at all: “It’s just a pity for that apprenticeship, a waste of talent.”
When the Bai family first learned of Bai Shaokai’s existence, Grandpa had visited him three times before inviting Bai Shaokai back to the Bai family. But Bailian leaving was nothing to the Bai family.
In the minds of Grandpa and others, Bailian was not even as good as that one apprenticeship letter.
**
When the Bai family servant got the news, Bailian had already arrived at her uncle’s neighborhood.
She uncaringly deleted the message.
Bailian’s uncle lives in the old town of Xiangcheng. Unlike the high-rises in the downtown area of the northern city, the neighborhood is very old.
Her uncle lives on the fifth floor, no elevator, the stairs dark without light.
When she knocked on the door and went in, her aunt was wearing a dress and got up to greet her, her eyes clearly fawning, reaching out to take Bailian’s suitcase, “Ah Lian has come, why didn’t you call to let me help you with your luggage.”
Bailian didn’t give it to her, her aunt smiled awkwardly and took a step back.
Bailian looked up, “Hello.”
A lazy yet exceptionally striking face.
Aunt Ji instantly felt that this shabby 100 square meters home and the gloomy stairs were out of place with this niece.
“Have a meal first, Ah Lian. This is your grandfather, you probably haven’t met before. Your uncle is still teaching students to paint, he won’t be back until evening. Do you remember your big uncle…” Aunt Ji kept being very enthusiastic, and introduced her grandfather sitting on the sofa to Bailian.
Bailian’s gaze fell on her grandfather.
Her grandfather, Ji Heng.
In the original owner’s memory, Ji Mulan was not close to the Ji family, only coming back once in so many years. Ji Mulan stood at the door and waited for a long time.
Ji Heng didn’t open the door at that time, nor did he see them.
This was the first time they met.
Ji Heng sat on the fabric sofa, his gaze watching the news on TV, his nose holding old glasses, wearing a jacket that had been washed slightly white, but embroidered extremely delicate patterns, his back very straight, holding an old-fashioned pipe in his hand.
Aunt went to the kitchen, and after a good while, Ji Heng spoke first in a muffled voice, “Has your mother contacted you in the past two years?”
Bailian saw the delicate patterns on him, lowered her eyes and sat with her legs together on the sofa, looking harmless, just playing with the red ribbon with one hand, “No.”
The original owner’s mother had been missing for two years.
Ji Heng nodded slightly, lowered his head silently to take a puff of dry smoke, and didn’t speak again.
Bailian sat obediently for a while. Seeing that no one was looking at her, she simply leaned against the sofa, somewhat lazily taking out her cell phone to read the news.
Lunch was very rich, all to Bailian’s taste.
“Is the school transfer done?” In the silence, Ji Heng asked.
“It’s in progress, it can be transferred in a couple of days.”
“Well, when your uncle comes back, let him contact Xiangcheng Middle School teachers for you.”
Aunt felt something was wrong.
“School transfer? What school transfer?”
“I transferred to Xiangcheng to go to school,” Bailian had only eaten a few bites of white rice. She put down her chopsticks, “I left the Bai family.”
Aunt’s mind buzzed, “Leave, what does leave mean?”
Bailian drew a tissue to wipe the corner of her mouth, breezy, “It means I was kicked out, the household registration also has to be moved out, I can’t go back.”
“What?!” Aunt Ji’s voice was a little sharp, “What about your dad?”
Bailian looked at her with an “isn’t it obvious” look.
She didn’t see the joke from Bailian’s face.
Aunt didn’t eat much, absent-minded, not knowing what she was thinking. At the dinner table, she couldn’t help but take out her cell phone to search.
Not knowing what she saw in the news, her face was not good, and she didn’t even wash the bowls.
Bailian’s uncle came back quite early. Before he had time to greet Ji Heng, he was pulled into the room by his aunt.
The sound insulation was not very good, and her aunt’s voice faintly came from the room, “Ji Shaojun, didn’t you know that she was going to live here long ago, and still let me prepare the room for her?”
“Keep your voice down,” Uncle Ji lowered his voice, “Dad and Ah Lian are right outside–”
“But you didn’t see how big our house is…”
Not for long, the two came out.
“Okay,” Ji Heng picked up the pipe that was put aside, tapped it heavily on the table, his wrinkled face expressionless, he lit it, the smoke blurred his expression: “Ah Lian goes to me.”
Ji Shaojun looked at his father, opened his mouth, he knew that once Ji Heng made up his mind, no one could influence him.
Aunt was also stunned for a moment.
After a while, she smiled and touched her hair, “Dad, have dinner here tonight?”
“No,” Ji Heng exhaled a smoke ring, looking at Bailian, “Come back with me.”
Ji Shaojun lagged behind Ji Heng by a step. After the others left first, he looked at his wife, “Shen Qing, listen, listen to what you just said? Ah Lian just got back today, is it appropriate for you to say this?”
After living together for many years, his wife was not lacking in EQ. He didn’t understand why she had to deliberately let Ji Heng and Bailian hear those things.
“I said it deliberately for you and Dad to hear. You guys are all the same, if you don’t spell it out clearly, your dad just won’t understand.” Shen Qing picked up the rag and sneered coldly.
She was extremely upset in her heart.
She was also very clear about what kind of character this niece had, fighting, racing, going to bars, nothing missing.
Ji Mulan had a falling out with Ji Heng when she was 18 years old. No one in the Ji family knew Ji Mulan had married into a wealthy family. Shen Qing had only secretly seen it from Ji Shaojun’s mobile phone before.
The Bai family had never recognized this poor relative of the Ji family either, they had never been to Xiangcheng once.
She had originally thought that Bailian’s return to Xiangcheng might bring her closer to the Bai family.
Who would have thought Bailian would have the same character as Ji Mulan, and had a falling out with her rich dad.
“Let me ask you, she should be in her last year of high school like my niece Xiaowan right? If she can’t get into college next year, do we continue to support her? One Ji Mulan, one Ji Shaorong, you don’t even let them help you, but you help her clean up the mess?” The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and then said: “It’s one worse than the other in your family, all pretending to be high and mighty, but can pretentiousness be eaten as food? No wonder the Bai family likes that illegitimate child.”
“This is not being aloof, it’s principle,” Ji Shaojun opened the door and looked at Shen Qing before going downstairs, “Also, don’t compare that illegitimate child with Ah Lian.”
Shen Qing stood there, her face cold as she threw the rag into the sink.
Did she say anything wrong?
Bailian’s own mother had abandoned her, she just happened to have a good rebirth and have the shelter of a family clan. How could that highly intelligent illegitimate child of the Bai family compare?
She didn’t understand what Ji Heng and Ji Shaojun were sticking to.
**
Outside.
Ji Shaojun caught up with them in big steps, silently going to take Bailian’s suitcase.
Bailian paused, she looked at Ji Shaojun, probably ten seconds, before letting go.
Ji Shao Jun carried the suitcase.
Bailian watched his back, for a long time, before buttoning her hat.
She followed behind the two, holding her cell phone, slowly searching for things she was interested in. A WeChat message came from the top of her phone, it was the original owner’s friend, she returned the WeChat.
The original owner didn’t have many friends, most of them were rich second generation who lived to eat and wait to die. This was the only one who had contacted her these past two days.
Friend: ?What’s going on with your fiance??
Then she sent a screenshot.
Bailian clicked to open the picture, it was a screenshot of a Friends Circle post.
?Bai Shaoqi: This is the price to look down on people (naughty)[picture]?
The picture was of her noble fiance wiping the glass with a rag.
You could see Bai Shaoqi has wide connections and great popularity. Below were a bunch of people’s likes and comments.
Who in Beicheng didn’t know Beicheng Song family’s third young master, Song Min?
–Nice to see, our Young Master Song is coming down to earth
–Still have to hand it to you, Goddess!
–Haha insiders say, has Young Master Song forgotten that Little Qi is Young Master Bai’s sister??
–That’s right, does he think Little Qi is that young lady who wasn’t in our international class for a day, her science was so bad, then was kicked by our head teacher to go study liberal arts!
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