Chapter 569: 225 this is her domain_3

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Pu Xiaohan took the paper, wiped her eyes and nose, “Oh.”

Bai Lian stood up straight; she gestured for Pu Xiaohan to move about freely as she took two books on music theory to the study.

**

In the study, Bai Lian placed the books on the desk and then opened the right-hand drawer that contained a box of cigarettes Xun Chun had left there.

She casually pulled one out.

Taking a lighter, she went to the window, opened all the windows, leaned lazily on the windowsill with the slim cigarette between her fingers, the smoke blurring her face.

People were continuously going in and out on the first floor.

From this angle, she could just see the small garden of several square meters on the first floor, where workers were jointly lifting a stone table out.

A message came through on her cell phone from Xiaoqi.

Bai Lian glanced down at it.

Xiaoqi: “Someone is looking into Xun Chun’s info.”

The place in Jiangjing with the most comprehensive information was undoubtedly the Azure Dragon Bar, a law unto itself.

Wanting to investigate their people here, naturally, the task would pass through Xiaoqi’s hands.

Bai Lian guessed immediately who would want Xun Chun’s information.

Bai Lian: “Just give them a bit.”

After replying, she casually set her phone aside, leaning lazily on the windowsill, biting the cigarette and watching the people bustling below.

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Outside the door.

Pu Xiaohan was watching TV while video chatting with her parents, indicating that she had arrived in Jiangjing.

Noise came from outside the door; Pu Xiaohan stood up with her phone, “Bai Sister seems to have a visitor, I’ll hang up now.”

She ended the call, about to open the door when she saw the door open automatically.

In the doorway stood a tall figure, with scholarly rimless glasses perched on his nose as he lowered his left hand, his indifferent gaze glancing at Pu Xiaohan through the lenses.

Born with an air of nobility that not even the simplest black attire could conceal.

Haven’t seen Jiang Fulai for a few days, Pu Xiaohan involuntarily took a step back.

Behind Jiang Fulai, Jiang He squeezed in.

Seeing Bird Brother, Pu Xiaohan relaxed and greeted Jiang Fulai, “Jiang Brother.”

“Mm,” Jiang Fulai responded casually as he entered, his eyes catching the TV in the lobby for a moment before he removed his hand from the door handle and looked away.

He closed the door and looked towards the partially closed study, noticing the open music theory books on the table and the empty seat.

In the study, Bai Lian’s cigarette had burned out, the stub held between her fingers.

By the window, only a faint scent of tobacco lingered.

Her left hand propped lazily on the balcony, in a very relaxed posture, as she turned her head to look at Jiang Fulai.

His gaze fell on the cigarette stub between her fingertips.

Quite openly, Bai Lian flicked the stub into a nearby trash bin, her hand on the window, raising her eyebrows, “Jiang University is really something, even meal cards can be used to buy a house.”

Bai Lian’s train of thought was certainly unique.

Jiang Fulai instantly knew what she was getting at. She was referring to his topping off the school card.

He reached out, closed the laptop on the desk, and his light eyes settled on her face before suddenly saying, “Let’s go.”

“Huh?” Bai Lian tilted her body, looking lackadaisical, “To where?”

“Next door,” Jiang Fulai stood up straight, slowly and meticulously removing his glasses and placing them on the table.

Next door?

Bai Lian shivered, and as she followed Jiang Fulai out, next door was 302. The wooden door was shut tightly, and Jiang Fulai casually placed his finger on the fingerprint lock.

The door clicked open with a light sound.

The inside was already finely furnished; Jiang Fulai did not redecorate but did replace all the furniture, covering the floor with brown carpet, and using his accustomed Chinese-style furnishings.

He walked straight to the room on the left and opened it.

It was a music room.

The room was large, with wooden flooring and a music stand in the middle, holding another zither; on the right side, there was a display stand with flutes, erhus, pipas, and various other musical instruments.

Near the floor-to-ceiling windows was a small bookshelf filled with sheet music and music theory books.

Jiang Fulai approached it, casually straightening a crooked music theory book before tilting his head to speak, “There’s soundproofing installed here, you can practice anytime.”

He stood by the window, with the sunlight slanting through, casting a chilly light on his sharp profile.

His long, pale fingers rested on the book, elegant and carefree.

Bai Lian approached, lightly running her hand over the strings of the zither.

From top to bottom.

The clear scale of the zither sounded forth.

At Ji Heng’s place, afraid of disturbing the neighbors, she would not practice after eight o’clock at night.

Here, without her mother, someone would still make clothes for her by hand, embroidering her favorite peonies, and there would still be someone to prepare a music room for her.

**

The next day, at the Xu Family.

Xu Wenyao stood by the window making a call.

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