Chapter 803 - 314 who is the designer you hired

Chapter 803: 314, who is the designer you hired?

Chapter 803: 314, who is the designer you hired?

Bai Lian held the report, her gaze restrained, and she remained silent for a long time.

It wasn’t so sudden; Ji Heng’s designs were good, and Ji Shaorong had also inherited his talent for realistic painting.

When Mao Kun said that the Xuan Kang logo was designed by Xiaoqi and Xun Chun, there were already some signs. Bai Lian didn’t ask too much about Xun Chun, while Xiaoqi had been an orphan since childhood.

He didn’t even have a formal surname and took Mao Kun’s surname.

He hadn’t even completed his education, hadn’t learned design or painting, yet somehow managed to keep up with Xun Chun’s pace.

Bai Lian thought again of Ji Heng, who, for Wanxuan, had changed various pieces of furniture in his Xiangcheng house’s courtyard.

If he knew that his real grandson had been abandoned since childhood and hadn’t even finished his education, how upset would he be?

Bai Lian looked at the rose in the vase, silent.

“Sister?” Mao Kun called her.

“Hmm,” Bai Lian came back to her senses, she folded the report, looked up at Mao Kun, “Where are Xiaoqi and the others now? Have them come over for dinner.”

She pulled open a drawer and took out a white cigarette box.

She took out a cigarette but didn’t light it,

103 was big enough to accommodate more people.

**

When Xiaoqi received a call from Mao Kun, he was still at the Xuan Kang branch.

“Sister invited us to dine at Shanhai,” Xiaoqi picked up an umbrella lying next to him, looked up at Xun Chun, “Xun Chun, are you coming?”

Xun Chun looked at a car stopped across the street, adjusted the coat draped over her shoulders, and smiled faintly, “No, you go with Xiaowu.”

Xiaoqi didn’t persuade her.

Ever since Bai Lian had officially moved to Shanhai Apartment, Xun Chun seldom visited.

Xiaowu and Xiaoqi left.

Xun Chun stood at the door, watching them leave.

The car that had been parked across the street slowly drove over, stopped beside her, and the rear window rolled down to reveal Mrs. Xu’s face, her scrutinizing gaze landing on Xun Chun’s face, “Miss Xun Chun, let’s have a chat.”

Meanwhile,

Xiaoqi and Xiaowu were already at 103.

With many people at 103 today, they were split into two tables, Shaojun, Ji Heng, and others at one, drinking, while Bai Lian and the rest dined in an outside glass room.

Jiang Fulai didn’t drink.

When Xiaoqi arrived, he was sitting elegantly at an outside table, reaching out to straighten Bai Lian’s chopsticks for her.

“Grandpa,” Xiaowu and Xiaoqi followed Bai Lian in addressing him, heading outside to the glass room, and they softly called out to Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian, “Sister, Brother Jiang.”

Bai Lian leaned back in her chair, lifting her gaze toward Xiaoqi.

She had just seen Ren Jiawei at the Mu Family’s.

Up close, Xiaoqi’s eyes and eyebrows did resemble Ren Jiawei’s a bit, and his facial contours also revealed some traces of Ji Shaorong, though she hadn’t previously associated him with Ji Shaorong.

She had been observing Xiaoqi for too long, and Jiang Fulai glanced at her, stretching out a hand to pour her a glass of cola,

reminding her there was no need to look so intently.

He bowed his head, blocking the view, and Bai Lian withdrew her gaze.

Silently, deliberately, she picked up the glass of cola.

Shen Qing brought over another serving of fish soup, “Alian, Xiaohan, Xiaoqi, drink more, you’ve all lost weight.”

Although Xiaowu’s red-dyed hair was unruly, Ji Heng, Shen Qing, and the others knew that these kids were orphans and always looked after them with extra care.

Especially Xiaoqi.

“Thank you, Aunt,” Xiaoqi stood up to thank Shen Qing.

Shen Qing hadn’t heard Wanxuan call her ‘Aunt’ in years; the Ren family mostly looked down on her. After getting to know Bai Lian, a bunch of kids started calling her Aunt.

“Ah, drink more. Xiaochen made today’s soup, there’s plenty,” Shen Qing smiled, looking at the people at the table.

**

After dinner.

Ji Heng and the others wanted to play mahjong, Ning Xiao and the others went upstairs to study.

Xiaoqi and Xiaowu also had to return to the bar.

Bai Lian escorted Xiaoqi to the door.

Knowing Bai Lian had something to say to Xiaoqi, Mao Kun took Xiaowu to start the car first.

Bai Lian didn’t wear a coat, just a white top, and in the seven-to-eight-degree night weather, she didn’t feel cold, her hands clasped in front of her chest as she walked down the steps in front of Building No. 5.

“Xiaoqi, I think I’ve found your biological parents,” she said, stepping down the last stair.

Standing in front of the door under the street light.

Shanhai Apartment didn’t have street lights before, but within the past year, solar-powered lights were installed all around, Bai Lian standing under the streetlight, soft and bright.

At Bai Lian’s words, Xiaoqi didn’t react much.

He merely paused; it had been so long since he thought about his biological parents, especially after knowing he was abandoned, he felt indifferent.

“I haven’t told anyone else,” Bai Lian looked at Xiaoqi, “but whatever you decide, I will support you.”

She extended her hand, passing the report she held to Xiaoqi.