The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 508: Jiang Ge’s 202nd birthday, it’s all about turning the tables against the wind (second update)_2
 

At the dining table, Pu Xiaohan was posting pictures in the group chat.

Pu Xiaohan: “Grandpa’s clothes are almost done.”

After sending the message, she looked up at the people around the dining table. “Grandpa’s class uniform is ready. I’ve reserved a set for the good guy, but he won’t be able to take the graduation photo with us next month.”

Especially Zhang Shize—given the current atmosphere in Class 15, the merit of Zhang Shize and Weng Qi cannot be overstated.

To take a graduation photo without Zhang Shize would make Class 15 seem somewhat imperfect, Pu Xiaohan felt.

Although they joked and laughed when mentioning Zhang Shize, Pu Xiaohan and the others knew they could only adopt such an attitude. A year in jail would have too large a psychological impact on a high school student.

“Don’t worry,” Bai Lian said as she picked up public chopsticks to serve food. “Xiaobei mentioned that they’ve prepared a banner for the good guy.”

“Banner?” The mood livened up at the mention of Weng Qi. Tang Ming, curious, asked, “What kind of banner? What good deed could Beibei have done? Hey, I was even thinking that at the time, I could wear his clothes and take a photo with you all in his stead.”

Pu Xiaohan clapped the table, “Right, you could print out a large picture of the good guy and paste it over your face…”

A group of teenagers were eating hot pot; worries came suddenly and left just as quickly.

Jiang Fulai quietly listened to their conversation, occasionally helping Jiang He reach for dishes he couldn’t, without interrupting their chat.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Bai Lian also listened in, lazily.

After finishing the meal, Pu Xiaohan called the waiter over to clean up the table.

Jiang Fulai was sitting on the same side as Bai Lian; to his left was Bai Lian, to his right was Jiang He. After the meal, the waiter had also cleared away the excess bowls and chopsticks from the table. He thought Bai Lian would be in a hurry to return to the library to do homework.

But Bai Lian didn’t leave. The others at the table were still discussing post-graduation matters, with Tang Ming expressing a desire to take a photo with Class 15.

Since Bai Lian was there, Jiang Fulai wasn’t in a rush either. He leaned back slightly and spoke to Bai Lian, “They’re talking about a graduation trip. Have you thought about it?”

A graduation trip?

“Have you ever traveled?” Bai Lian asked as she heard the term for the first time. She opened a can of cola with one hand for Jiang He and turned to look at Jiang Fulai.

“No,” Jiang Fulai hadn’t gone traveling either.

His life consisted of nothing but research.

“Then you still talk about taking me to the snow mountains,” Bai Lian remembered this.

The private room was warm; Jiang Fulai had already taken off his coat. He was wearing a white shirt with the collar slightly open. He hadn’t expected Bai Lian to remember that, and he softly replied, “You could go during the summer break as well, but the snow won’t be as thick then.”

“No rush,” Bai Lian suddenly said, recalling something. “But I kind of want to go to the grasslands.”

She flipped through history—there lay the tomb of the Third Princess.

“The grasslands,” Jiang Fulai tapped his fingertips on the table, picturing the map in his mind, planning the route. “That works too.”

As he was speaking, the private room’s door was pushed open, and the waiter brought in the disassembled cake.

Creamy white frosting, red roses spreading along the center all the way to the base of the cake. Clusters of roses, nestled against the green vines, were blooming together.

It was like a passionate oil painting.

Irresistible to the eyes.

Ning Xiao stood up to receive the cake, and after thanking the waiter, he placed it on the table.

But the waiter didn’t leave, instead looking longingly at the cake that resembled a handicraft. “Handsome, where did you buy your cake from?”

“This wasn’t bought,” Pu Xiaohan smiled at her. “It was made by our friend.”

The cake maker, of course, was Chi Lu.

Tang Ming motioned to Jiang Fulai to blow out the candles. “Happy Birthday, Brother Jiang. Blow out the candles and make a wish.”

Jiang Fulai looked at the slowly burning candles. For the first time, the usually calm and composed him didn’t know how to react. Perhaps because his family was no longer around, he didn’t celebrate his birthday; he usually spent his birthdays in the lab to avoid trouble.

If others couldn’t find him, it would just be dropped.

Even Xu Nanjing and Jiang Xijue would only send a gift when the time came.

Blowing out candles and making a wish—this was his first experience.

The windows in the private room were closed; the candlelight reflected on his cold face. Under the urging of Tang Ming and the others, Jiang Fulai slowly closed his eyes and made a wish.

He didn’t have any particular wishes. If it were before, he might have wished to find dark matter.

But now,

He quietly thought: May Miss Bai be safe and sound year after year.

Jiang He stood by his side and helped him blow out the candles.

**

In the evening, Jiang Fulai leisurely strolled in the setting sun.

He escorted Bai Lian back to the Ji Family.

Ji Heng invited them to have dinner.

He had specially gone fishing with Chief Chen that day, and the neighbor auntie helped with cooking; by the time the two returned, the meal was ready.