Chapter 110: 044 The Great Shuffle! Ji Mulan (1)_1

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The director made this statement to Old Lady Li based on their past relationship.

It was clear he wasn’t joking.

He even called out Chen Gang by his full name.

Old Lady Li put down her grandson and suddenly stood up, her voice still a bit hoarse, “Are you serious?”

She wasn’t oblivious, judging from the few girls this afternoon, from head to toe, there wasn’t much she deemed worthy of attention.

The director didn’t explain further, he simply hung up the phone as he was already overwhelmed with his own problems.

“Grandma, the password…”

Old Lady Li also felt a bit panicked, she didn’t tend to her grandson any longer but instead called Chen Gang.

Backter Street.

When Chen from the bureau received Ming Dongheng’s call, he halted what he was doing and burst into fury, “Isn’t this, Xiangcheng is just a bunch of no-goods? Not to mention whose turf they’re digging into, now they’ve even escalated to protecting each other like this?”

“The Emperor is far away, and in the absence of the tiger, the monkey becomes the king,” his subordinate said helplessly.

This wasn’t an isolated incident.

He used two classic examples to explain.

“Even if Jiang Fulai’s identity is confidential, the watch on the young master’s wrist was personally made by him, and it bears the Jiang Family’s emblem. Can’t they see that?” Chen from the bureau slammed the car door hard, his eyes fiercely glaring, “That watch, only Jiang Fulai could make something like that in the entire Jiangjing. They really have ‘good taste’, don’t they?”

Chen from the bureau’s rage wasn’t just because they offended Jiang Fulai.

It was also because he was furious at the corruption from top to bottom.

He was demoted here, and everything had been peaceful, even Backter Street hadn’t had any major incidents.

Chen from the bureau thought his main task was to handle Backter Street, then help with Chen Family and Jiang Family’s connections, and just relax until he could go back and be promoted.

Who knew, all the peace was just a facade.

It was all a show put on for him by Xiangcheng.

It was even possible that even before they had arrived, Xiangcheng had already started putting on these facades.

If it weren’t for what happened today, he wouldn’t have known that Xiangcheng was only seemingly peaceful on the surface, but was actually riddled with problems to the core.

“There’s nothing that can be done,” the driver looked in the rearview mirror as he tried to pacify Chen from the bureau, “You know, both Jiang Fulai and the young master’s identities are highly confidential. Not to mention Xiangcheng, there aren’t many in Jiangjing who could be granted an audience with Jiang Fulai. Expecting these people from Xiangcheng to recognize it right away is truly asking too much of them.”

But one thing the bureau chief said was correct.

The watch Jiang He wore was indeed rare; there was only one like that in the entire Jiangjing.

That’s why there’s the saying — possess a treasure, become a target.

They indeed knew how to pick, landing right on Jiang He’s head.

The subordinate wiped sweat from his brow as he looked in the rearview mirror at Chen from the bureau’s dark expression.

Just how they were going to endure Chen from the bureau’s wrath, he didn’t know.

“Is it okay for us to just leave like this?” Shen Qing asked as they walked out of the police station’s main door.

It still felt surreal to her.

She subconsciously looked back at the solemn and imposing doorway.

Only a sliver of the setting sun was left overhead, its color a deep red, almost not blinding, but Shen Qing still felt dazed.

We just walked out like that?

“It’s fine,” Ming Dongheng saw Jiang Fulai treated Shen Qing with respect, so he lowered his posture and with a cold gaze, glanced back, before saying, “You can leave with peace of mind, they wouldn’t dare to trouble you again.”

“That’s good,” Shen Qing let out a sigh of relief.

As soon as Bai Lian walked out, she saw two people squatting across the street, with Xiaoqi standing expressionless beside them, looking up at the sky.

She paused for a moment, then turned to look at Jiang Fulai and handed Jiang He over to him, “I will wait for my uncle, you take Jiang He back first.”

The sunset outlined her figure sharply, her plain clothes seeming even more assertive than the twilight sky.

Jiang Fulai looked at her, then reached out and took Jiang He from her.

As a researcher, Jiang Fulai’s hands could definitely be considered a work of art, distinctively articulated yet wrapped in a faintly cold jade-like chill.

Yet Bai Lian’s fingers wrapped around Jiang He’s arm were even more slender, in smooth, cold white, hard to imagine those were the hands that could play out the sounds of charging armies.

When he took Jiang He, he unavoidably touched that cold white.

He let go upon contact, not as cool as the palm of his hands.

Jiang He clung tightly to Bai Lian’s sleeve and wouldn’t let go.

Jiang Fulai lightly glanced at his tightly closed eyes.

“Xiaoniao?” Bai Lian gently tugged at her own sleeve, then whispered a comfort, “Sister has something to take care of right now. Let go, and I’ll come to see you first thing in the morning?”

Jiang He’s long eyelashes quivered, and his fingers loosened.

Only then did Jiang Fulai, with a cold demeanor, hold him, “Doesn’t Ming Dongheng need to send you back?”