Chapter 306: Lin Shutong Returns the Remaining Money

Ke Zhongying didn't end up lying on the sofa to sleep; while on the phone with Jiang Lai, she went back to her room, and as soon as the door was shut she started grumbling.

"My brother really has a serious illness; if it weren't for his wealth and good looks, I'd think he's not good enough for you!"

Jiang Lai heard this, and her hand paused while flipping through the documents.

"But these two advantages of my brother can outshine many people; he could even build a lab just for you, hire top industry teams to assist you, and being handsome is even better—love can't be eaten as food, but his face can lift your mood; if you're feeling down, just let him go out to work and give you the money he earns."

Jiang Lai couldn't help but laugh.

"Zhongying, are you sure he's your brother?"

"Absolutely certain." Ke Zhongying said, "We look too alike, even like our parents; we can't pretend to be siblings, we can only be plastic siblings."

"Have I not told you yet that my brother is a fool? Let me tell you in detail, by the way..."

Ke Zhongying switched into storytelling mode.

Jiang Lai gradually set aside her work, listening to Ke Zhongying's exaggerated description, which actually made it easier for her to imagine that back then Ke Zhongyu, as a fool, was born discovering he only had a mother, and then one day a father suddenly appeared, leaving him in a dazed state.

I don't know what Ke Zhongyu was like as a child.

Not only did she listen, but she also began to make associations and feel curious.

Jiang Lai had already gotten into bed, turned over, her back to the yellowish desk lamp, gazing at the cold orchid on the bedside table, budding but not yet blooming.

Just looking, she fell asleep like that.

After a good night's sleep, and sleeping earlier than usual, when Jiang Lai opened her eyes, the alarm Ke Zhongyu had set for her had not yet gone off.

After washing up and heading out, the scent of breakfast was already wafting from the kitchen.

After Ping'an moved in, Aunt Mo came in the mornings and left in the evenings.

"Aunt Mo, good morning."

"Miss Jiang, you're up so early; did you sleep well last night?"

"Not bad." Jiang Lai's tone was light; she had fallen asleep listening to Ke Zhongyu's story and looking at the orchid he gave her.

Ke Zhongyu is truly everywhere.

"Miss Jiang, you're not going to the lab today, right?"

"Take Ping'an to the hospital," Jiang Lai said. "Tonight Zhongying is coming over for dinner, so I need to prepare her portion."

Aunt Mo smiled: "Okay, should I make breakfast for the Young Master? The Young Master promised Dean Tang he'd accompany you to take Ping'an to the hospital."

Jiang Lai shook her head: "He has a morning meeting, so he won't be coming here."

Aunt Mo: "That means after the morning meeting, we'll head to the hospital."

Jiang Lai's eyelashes twitched: "Hmm, I'll go check if Ping'an has woken up."

Aunt Mo turned around and noticed that Miss Jiang has recently been avoiding her Young Master a bit, even getting nervous when mentioning him—this is great.

Some emotional fluctuation is normal; being too calm really just means they're just friends.

Good things are about to happen.

Aunt Mo made breakfast with even more enthusiasm.

Knock knock.

Jiang Lai raised her hand to knock; soon Ping'an opened the door, already dressed and standing obediently there, still wearing the same outfit he arrived in.

"Ping'an, the clothes we bought yesterday have just arrived; we brought them to your room, you can wear the new clothes now."

Ping'an clumsily uttered the three words "new clothes", then slowly said thank you, sister.

He didn't know which to choose, so he let Jiang Lai decide.

Although Jiang Lai intended to cultivate his independence, she didn't go that far right away; Ping'an, being new here, was still quite reserved.

Jiang Lai chose a set of fleece-lined sweatshirts for him.

After changing, Ping'an became much cleaner and fresher; he stood obediently without speaking, sitting when told to, but he couldn't have breakfast yet—he needed to go to the hospital for a checkup, and could eat only after it was done.

Jiang Lai took the breakfast with them, the two headed out together, and called a car to go to Central Hospital.

The reason they didn't go to Hexin Yiyuan is that she had already made an appointment at Central Hospital.

Just as she had once taken care of herself, she brought Ping'an to do each test one by one; after queuing, getting called, and having blood drawn, she took out steamed buns and warmed milk and handed them to Ping'an.

Ping'an ate slowly.

As they were preparing to go for the next test, Jiang Lai caught sight of Lin Shutong's profile.

Jiang Lai: "……"

It's too much of a coincidence that she keeps running into Lin Shutong in the hospital.

Ping'an noticed his sister's gaze and followed it; Jiang Lai called out to Ping'an once, then continued with the examinations.

After the morning checkups, with the results coming out in the afternoon, Jiang Lai simply took Ping'an to a restaurant near the hospital for a meal; just as they stepped out, Ke Zhongyu got out of his car.

"I'm late."

The man wore a suit, his calm expression mixed with a hint of apology.

Jiang Lai: "Not late."

If Ke Zhongyu were to skip work and come over, she wouldn't feel honored; instead, she'd feel a lot of pressure.

Jiang Lai: "We're about to go eat; we'll wait for the afternoon reports, see the doctor, then head back."

Ke Zhongyu: "I know a good restaurant nearby."

Just as they were about to leave, Lin Shutong came out of the hospital and bumped right into them.

Lin Shutong froze; it was literally a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road.

But running into her is actually good; it saves her from having to separately look for Jiang Lai, since now she'd have to register her information just to see Jiang Lai, which is terribly troublesome.

"Jiang Lai," Lin Shutong called out to her, stepping forward; her gaze no longer held the unease and avoidance from when they bumped into each other at New Year's, because back then she hadn't yet returned the remaining money.

Now she has.

"Since we've run into each other, here's the remaining seventy million; take it." Lin Shutong pulled a bank card from her bag and handed it over, her gaze still carrying a sense of superiority.

Ke Zhongyu: "Wipe it clean then pass it over."

Lin Shutong frowned: "What does Chief Ke mean?"

Jiang Lai: "Afraid of contagion."

Ke Zhongyu: "Hmm."

Ping'an didn't understand, but still nodded along.

Lin Shutong's pupils quivered; Shen Xun had not only told Xie Yongsi, but also told Jiang Lai?

He's sick!

One can have this disease and still go around spreading it!

Lin Shutong ground her teeth, pulled the card back, "Anyway I've returned it; it's you who don't want it."

Jiang Lai: "I didn't receive it; you just didn't return it. Once the deadline passes in a couple days, I'll apply for compulsory execution."

Lin Shutong certainly didn't want her bank card frozen and her daily travel restricted; Gu Zhiyan had returned to B City, so she would have to fly over every few days to spend some time with him.

She needed to pull a tissue from her bag.

Ke Zhongyu gave a look, and the driver passed over the tissues from the car.

This is distrust to the point of not believing anything Lin Shutong has touched.

Lin Shutong pulled out a tissue with force, symbolically wiped the bank card, then passed it over.

Ke Zhongyu wrapped the tissue around it, wiped it again himself, then handed it to Jiang Lai.

Lin Shutong was so angry that even her footsteps made a sound, thud-thud-thud.

Not long after getting in the car, she sent Jiang Lai a photo of the bank card to Gu Yinxue's phone.

Gu Yinxue was sitting at the computer just then; the computer page showed the biography of Ji Lao, as well as information about Ji Lao's son's company.

That was a bank card.

For the Ji family to come up with tens of millions in cash so easily—what a huge problem.

Gu Yinxue closed the page and wrote an anonymous report letter.

Let the storm between Lin Shutong and Jiang Lai come even more fiercely.