The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 842

Chapter 842: 328 forced style

Xuan Kang had its own R&D department, and behind it was the entire Xiangcheng.

Later, under the coordination of Dr. He and a few others, they succeeded in collaborating with Chinese Medicine University, and now many professors from the university have signed contracts with Xuan Kang.

Even if they didn’t know which clients Xuan Kang was supplying medication to, the potential behind it was obvious.

From the beginning of the private investment, Xu En had poured a large sum into it, and now the returns had more than doubled.

Mu Yining naturally knew about Xuan Kang, and during the New Year, she had wanted to find a resident doctor from Xuan Kang to visit her grandfather, but the butler had not been able to invite one, as resident doctors usually did not make house calls.

She had more than once expressed her admiration for Xuan Kang’s success but had never linked Xuan Kang with Bai Lian and his group.

It wasn’t until now, with Xiaoqi standing in front of her, telling her that Xuan Kang would cooperate with her work.

"You, Xiaoqi," Mu Yining had not quite come to her senses, and just instinctively reached out her hand, "You, you..."

The two of them shook hands briefly before letting go.

When Jiang Fulai came downstairs with Bai Lian’s Golden Needle, Mu Yining was still holding the back of a chair with steamy tea on it, sitting on the sofa, and it took her a long time to snap back to reality.

Xiaoqi resettled into the wheelchair.

Bai Lian folded his hands in front of his chest and quietly observed his legs, thinking.

Jiang Fulai handed the Golden Needle to Bai Lian.

Pale fingertips drew out a golden needle and compared it with Xiaoqi’s leg.

The arrival of Jiang Fulai snapped Mu Yining back to attention, as she watched Bai Lian holding a golden needle, his expression serious.

Is this...

Was Bai Lian about to perform acupuncture on Xiaoqi?

Mu Yining sat quietly on the sofa, feeling today that she truly did not understand Bai Lian and his group of people at all.

Until Assistant Wang came to pick her up.

In the car, Assistant Wang passed a document from the driver’s seat, "President Mu, here is the meeting schedule for tomorrow."

It was the meeting for the key seawater purification project.

After obtaining a significant amount of rare resources, Mu Yining had submitted documentation to the government and was naturally included on the invitation list.

She took the document but did not immediately look through it, instead lowering the car window.

Assistant Wang knew there was something unusual about her attitude but dared not ask too much about his superior’s business.

"Report to me immediately on the recent situation of Research Institute 4," Mu Yining looked up, "and by the way, have the management personnel in charge of Research Institute 4 prepare for a meeting in three days."

Jiang Fulai watched Ji Heng embroider outside.

The pattern and colors, he recognized at a glance whom they were for, and he observed very attentively.

Ji Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, the embroidery needle was fine, and the thread within it was split by him into over a dozen strands.

"Want to try?" Seeing Jiang Fulai looking on intently, Ji Heng lifted his hand, offering the needle and thread to Jiang Fulai.

Jiang Fulai paused for a moment.

He was keenly aware of his own skill in painting; Bai Lian’s phone still had images of the sketches he had drawn in his notebook, they weren’t bad, just rather mechanical and lacking vitality.

Standing up, Ji Heng offered the embroidery needle in his hand to him, "Add a few stitches to try,"

This pink poppy, he had outlined its form, and even if Jiang Fulai didn’t embroider it well, he could undo it.

With Ji Heng’s encouragement, Jiang Fulai sat on the embroidery stool.

The stool was used by Ji Heng for decades and suited his height, but for Jiang Fulai, the stool was too high. Leaning over, he started to stitch under Ji Heng’s guidance without hurry.

Bai Lian glanced to the side and saw the scene in the yard.

Because Ji Heng was embroidering, the yard was equipped with lamps as bright as day.

Jiang Fulai sat facing her side under a bamboo and cloth parasol, his slender fingertips holding an extremely fine embroidery needle, his cold and noble countenance remained as aloof and elegant as ever under the lights, almost devoid of emotion.