Chapter 802 - 313 two people are not like cousins test result_3

Chapter 802: 313 two people are not like cousins, test result!_3

Chapter 802: 313 two people are not like cousins, test result!_3

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Shanhai Apartment.

Today, it was rare for everyone to gather.

Xu En, Xu Wenyao, Xu Zhiyue, and Ning Xiao along with Chief Chen’s group were all present—Shen Qing had come over early in the morning.

Fortunately, units 103 and 303 were spacious enough, otherwise, they couldn’t have accommodated all these people.

When Jiang Fulai returned, Xu Wenyao and Jian Zhe were sitting on the first floor discussing the retest; they were both the top scorers in the written examination of their respective fields. Xu En was playing chess with Lu Xiaohan.

Chief Chen and several others were in the kitchen.

Jiang Fulai just came to greet Ji Heng first—every time Bai Lian returned, she would call out to Ji Heng, and he had picked up this habit as well.

Ji Heng stood behind Lu Xiaohan watching her play Go.

Xu En, who had made a name for himself in the financial world of Jiangjing, could be considered a financial tycoon, but he hadn’t expected that in a game of Go, a young girl would leave him with no move left to play.

Lu Xiaohan could not beat Ning Xiao nor Tang Ming, and Jiang He was out of the question.

Xu En was one of the few people she could beat.

Ji Heng didn’t need to instruct Lu Xiaohan and just watched the game leisurely.

Hearing Jiang Fulai’s voice, Ji Heng slowly lifted his head, “Xiaojiang, you’ve come back just in time. Have Alian and the others come down for dinner in half an hour.”

Jiang Fulai nodded and took the paper bag he brought upstairs.

Upstairs.

Bai Lian was constructing a diagram. Jiang Fulai placed the white paper bag next to her.

Aside from a very fresh rose, the paper bag contained a black hairdryer, the material of which was unclear, but it wasn’t heavy in the hand.

Matte finish, it looked deep at a glance.

Bai Lian unhurriedly placed the single rose in a vase, set down the mouse she had been holding, and toyed with the hairdryer in her hand: “The one you designed?”

“Yes,” Jiang Fulai lazily leaned on a corner of her desk, his fingers grazing a silver pendulum, calmly picking up a plug nearby, “Try it, see if it’s any good.”

He plugged it in.

Bai Lian pressed the power button. The noise from the hairdryer was not loud, but the airflow was strong.

Most importantly, in the middle ring, one could see a faintly visible blue swirl.

She tested the temperature with her hand.

Leaning against the table, Jiang Fulai waited for her to finish testing before he spoke, his gaze faintly shifting from the hairdryer to her face, “How is it?”

“Quite fun,” Bai Lian turned off the hairdryer and looked up, “I want to take it apart.”

Jiang Fulai paused, unsurprised: “If you want to disassemble it, then go ahead.”

After all, there wasn’t much she hadn’t taken apart yet.

**

Unit 303.

Mao Kun, holding a folder, rang the doorbell.

Zhang Shize and Tang Ming were doing their homework outside. Tang Ming opened the door, and seeing Mao Kun, scratched the back of his head, “Brother Mao, are you here to see Sister Lian?”

“Yes,” Mao Kun, with a cigarette between his lips, smiled at Tang Ming, “Where is she?”

“In the study,” Tang Ming gestured towards the partially closed study door, “Brother Jiang is also there.”

Mao Kun was initially heading to find Bai Lian, but upon hearing that Jiang Fulai was also in the study, he turned his steps back to the Eight Immortals table to see Zhang Shize working on his exam papers, “Student Zhang, are you about to take the college entrance exams?”

Zhang Shize looked up, “Yes.”

“Good luck.” Mao Kun patted Zhang Shize’s shoulder, encouraging him.

Thinking about Xiaoqi’s age, he would have taken the college entrance exams too if he hadn’t dropped out. Xiaoqi had good grades back then, and when he dropped out in junior high, his teacher even came to the orphanage wanting to sponsor him to continue his education, but his future wife stopped it.

Xiaoqi never went back to school after that.

Jiang Fulai emerged from the study.

He didn’t speak, merely pocketing one hand and carelessly glancing at Mao Kun, lifting his chin slightly as a sign for him to enter the study.

Mao Kun promptly straightened up, respectfully greeted Jiang Fulai, and then went in with the folder.

Bai Lian sat in front of the desk, dressed in loose white clothes, with a computer in front of her and her fingertips resting on the number keys, her eyes lazily drooping. On the left, a celadon vase held several roses, one of which was particularly vibrant.

The window was open, and a breeze was coming in, causing the dew on the roses to roll.

It was comprehensible to have small pendulum balls and building blocks, but a hairdryer too?

“Sister,” Mao Kun withdrew his gaze and handed Bai Lian the folder, his voice deep, “Xiaoqi’s DNA test results are out.”

Bai Lian’s fingers paused on the keyboard, and she suddenly looked up, her dark almond eyes focusing on the folder in Mao Kun’s hands, her expression unreadable.

She took the folder and opened it.

She pulled out the DNA test results.

The room was very quiet.

Mao Kun could even hear his own breathing. He watched Bai Lian intently, not knowing the results nor whom Xiaoqi’s DNA was compared with.

There were several pages, and Bai Lian read through them swiftly until she reached the last line of the evaluation—

“…Based on the available data and DNA analysis results, it is supported that the tested woman is the biological mother of the child.”