Chapter 125: Ji Mulan’s desire for control, the handwriting of Bai Lian!_1

Translator: 549690339

“She’s studying arts,” Ji Mulan couldn’t help but recall the frustrating past, as she had originally intended for her to study sciences.

Ji Mulan was naturally competitive and naturally hoped her daughter would stand out from the crowd.

Since she was young, she forced Bai Lian to learn everything.

But Bai Lian seemed to be inherently rebellious, the more she was pushed, the more she would go against her, resulting in hanging out with a bad crowd and indulging in all sorts of hedonistic activities.

Ji Mulan looked out the car window and didn’t bring up the topic any further, “Her grades are really average, when you see her, please be a little more lenient with her.”

The man sensed Ji Mulan’s shift in mood.

He knew that her child must be doing quite poorly in school.

Thoughtfully, he did not press further, only offering a comforting smile, “Grades aren’t everything. Every child is different, and as parents, we have to accept all of their achievements.”

Ji Mulan smiled without saying anything.

But it was more than just grades.

She forcefully sent Bai Lian to the best science class, and in less than a day, the science class rejected her.

If not good at academics, then what else?

She went to great lengths to get a letter of apprenticeship from Master Jian, hoping she would practice the guzheng diligently.

But Bai Lian slept during guzheng lessons, angering the teacher so much that she never returned to the Bai Family’s home.

She provided Bai Lian with the best environment and hired the best tutors for her, but to no avail, which also led to Ji Mulan’s breakdown.

Ji Mulan had been outstanding since childhood, and she really couldn’t accept that her own child could be so mediocre, especially when—

Bai Qiming’s two illegitimate sons were so exceptional!

“Once I finish up with things in Xiangcheng, I’ll take her to Jiangjing,” the man closed the documents, comforting Ji Mulan, “Let’s find her an international private school. Everything will be fine.”

Hearing this, Ji Mulan did not respond.

Of course, neither of them had considered that Bai Lian might disagree with going to Jiangjing with them.

Not to mention Ji Mulan, the man hadn’t thought about it either.

They hadn’t even arrived in Xiangcheng yet, and were already planning Bai Lian’s life in Jiangjing afterwards.

Meanwhile, Bai Lian hung up the phone.

She was utterly unaffected by Ji Mulan’s call.

In the memories of her original self, her relationship with Ji Mulan wasn’t too good either.

“You’ll be busy later,” Bai Lian glanced at Jiang Fulai, who was looking at Jiang He with indifference, and couldn’t help but smile, “Leave Jiang He with me, and later, have Xiaoming come to pick him up.”

She asked Pu Xiaohan to take Jiang He to the milk tea shop first.

Pu Xiaohan fled into the shop with Jiang He.

“Hmm,” Jiang Fulai, with one hand in his pocket, lashes lowered, his face colder than jade.

Bai Lian, seeing that he was still not leaving, met his gaze calmly, “Is there something else?”

“Not really,” Jiang Fulai spoke casually, “I’m just a bit thirsty.”

Huh?

Bai Lian raised the cola that Zhang Shize gave her, then felt it didn’t quite fit his overall aura, “This is all I have.”

“That’s fine,” Jiang Fulai took the cola from Bai Lian’s hand with polite ease, his cool middle and ring fingers clasping the bottle top, eyelashes half-lowered, “Thank you.”

Bai Lian watched him walk away with the cola.

The noble and aloof Young Master Jiang holding a bottle of cola.

All the way to the laboratory.

Most people couldn’t help but take an extra glance at the cola in his hands as he passed.

In the lab, He Wen would get scolded a bit less than usual. When he went to report for the group, he couldn’t help but stare more at the cola on the table.

Jiang Fulai picked up his glasses, slowly placing them on his nose with deliberate ease, his eyes slightly narrowed, calm yet detached, “Do you want it?”

He Wen quickly averted his gaze.

He wished he could put an impassable boundary between himself and the cola. He took three steps back, “No! Young Master Jiang, I’ve never liked cola since I was a kid!”

He Wen almost wanted to cry.

But Jiang Fulai just glanced at him.

And then he leaned forward slightly, casually handing the cola to He Wen, his fine hair falling softly, “You want it.”

This time, Young Master Jiang’s statement was declarative, not interrogative.

“Huh?”

He Wen confusedly took the cola.

“Anything else?” Jiang Fulai withdrew his gaze, his icy look sweeping over through the lenses.

He Wen quickly shook his head, holding the cola as he left the office with some bewilderment.

Only then did Jiang Fulai leisurely open his computer to check on the experiment’s progress.

Cola, too unhealthy for his taste, he coldly thought.

The following day.

Saturday.

Bai Lian got up early, first taking her backpack to the library and entrusting Jiang He with Ning Xiao and Tang Ming.

She went to the school first.

Today, the school had a dress rehearsal for Xiangcheng’s promotional video.

Zhang Shize, who lived next to the school, arrived at the recording room at the same time as Bai Lian, yawning.