Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 100: Sweep the floor before going out.

Chapter 100: Sweep the floor before going out.

Xia Ye posted the content in the family group without any subjective input, simply sharing several voice recordings of conversations between Xia Yourong and Zhou Yao.

The impact of sharing this in the family group was undoubtedly significant.

As soon as Xia Xian saw it, he called Xu He. He wasn’t at all surprised by Xia Yourong’s actions. What really upset him was that Xia Ye had been photographed again, and it was with President Jiang!

However, he didn’t elaborate on these issues to Xu He, but just asked if their mother, Xiaorong, was feeling affected at school, whether the other students were shunning her or something like that.

Only when Xu He reported that everything was fine did he feel reassured.

"Alright, Xianxian, I can’t talk right now, your eldest brother has already called twice," Xu He hurriedly hung up the phone, and without missing a beat, Xia Tiao called for the third time.

On the phone, Xia Tiao, like Xia Xian, first asked about Xia Ye’s condition.

When he got to the second question, his voice was very low, "Did our eldest sister, really do such things?"

Xia Yourong’s situation shocked Xia Tiao the most.

He had always thought of Xia Yourong as somewhat strong-willed, assuming it was because she felt insecure after coming into this family later on.

So, even though he didn’t like the eldest sister’s personality, he had always tried to treat her a bit better, hoping to help her adjust to the family more quickly.

He felt that as the eldest brother, he should be fair, unable to act entirely based on his own preferences like his youngest brother did.

But today’s recordings sent to the group by Xiaorong were something he absolutely did not anticipate.

Back in his office, he closed the door and listened to the recordings twice, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

On the phone, Xu He responded to him only with a suppressed silence.

To be honest, Xu He was feeling quite down as well, her youngest daughter being bullied at school was already distressing for her, but what made her even more anxious was that the bully was her eldest daughter.

Although Xu He didn’t say anything, Xia Tiao understood everything.

After a few seconds of silence, Xia Tiao spoke coldly on the other end, "Mom, about the eldest sister, I think you should..."

Xia Yuzheng’s gaze turned towards Xu He, not knowing exactly what his eldest son had said, but he saw only his wife’s pained and troubled expression, which took a long while before she replied, "Okay, Mom knows."

At the same time the phone call ended, there was a noise at the main door. Mrs. Wu went to open it and welcomed the eldest miss into the house.

Mrs. Wu wasn’t in the family group, so of course she had no idea what had happened that day.

But seeing the master, the lady, and the grandmother all sitting in the living room with knitted brows, dark faces, and silent, she guessed something was off.

She had just been gossiping in the kitchen with the other servants, sure that the second miss had caused some kind of trouble at school again.

Now, when she opened the door to see the eldest miss entering, Mrs. Wu’s face lit up with joy, even trying to cheer her on, "Eldest miss, you’ve come at just the right time."

With such a beloved eldest miss returning, the atmosphere at home would surely quickly improve.

But her words had barely settled when she heard a "slap—" Xia Yuzheng’s broad palm smacked forcefully down onto the coffee table, causing even the lid of the teacup to tremble.

"Yourong," his tone was not loud, but it was very authoritative, "Come here, Daddy has a question for you."

Xia Yourong’s heart skipped a beat, her fingers twisting her skirt tightly, as she walked over with her head down.

Mrs. Wu stood at the doorway, her expression somewhat confused.

What was going on?

Why so harsh, Sir?

The one who has returned is the eldest miss, not the second miss, isn’t she?

Xia Yuzheng dismissed everyone else, leaving only the four of them in the living room.

He played several voice messages from the family group chat, then threw his mobile phone onto the coffee table.

Without delay, Xia Yourong’s scheming and harsh voice came from the device.

"Think it over, as long as you agree to take the blame for me, I will have my dad fulfill all the promises I just made to you, you won’t lose out..."

The voice echoed crisply in the spacious living room, even producing an echo.

The messages played one after another until Qiao Yufen could no longer bear it, and in a fit of rage, she knocked the phone to the floor with her crutch.

She wasn’t angry about what Xia Yourong had done; she was furious because she had just vehemently proclaimed her trust, and now, Xia Ye, that damn girl, was probably laughing at her internally, waiting to slap her in the face.

The phone fell onto the carpet, and after the last message played, the voice stopped, and the room returned to a suffocating silence.

Xia Yuzheng let out a sigh, "Xiaorong, do you have anything to explain about this matter?"

Ever since he adopted his eldest daughter, she had been sensible, filial, empathetic, and outstanding in every aspect, always his pride. But today, he felt such a shocking disappointment towards her for the first time, even a sense of defeat.

It made him think that before...

Xia Yourong’s face was ashen, and at that moment, she couldn’t think of any excuses, only feeling a deep hatred for Xia Ye.

Xia Ye had covered her tracks so well; she couldn’t find any loopholes to clear her own name.

"Xiaorong, your father has always had high hopes for you, how could you..."

Xia Yuzheng couldn’t make sense of it; he had always been so good to his eldest daughter, yet how could she harbor such a horrifying thought to harm her own sister?

Tears were forced out of Xia Yourong’s eyes, she had no defense and could only offer a feeble explanation, "Dad, I really didn’t mean it..."

Seeing Xia Yourong pushed to this extent, Qiao Yufen’s anger grew even stronger.

Just because of Xia Ye, their harmonious and beautiful home had become so toxic and dismal.

Her premonition had been spot on— that granddaughter of hers was a person who would bring misfortune!

"Enough! Stop pressuring Xiaorong!" Qiao Yufen interrupted forcefully, purposely using reverse psychology, "Isn’t this what you want, for me to take Xiaorong back to the old house promptly? I’ll have the servants pack up right now; are you satisfied?"

"Grandma, I don’t want to..."

Xia Yourong’s voice of grievance was cut short, as Qiao Yufen gave her a look, stopping her from continuing.

Qiao Yufen said it on purpose; she knew her son was filial and that upon hearing her say this, he would certainly persuade them to stay.

Looking at Xia Yuzheng, he indeed seemed troubled. He could be rather dutifully foolish, but this matter also pained him greatly. Torn between the two, he turned to Xu He as if seeking help, "You are Xiaorong’s mother, you decide on this matter."

All eyes then shifted towards Xu He.

Xia Yourong knew her father was giving her a way out, her mother had always been soft-hearted and would surely agree to them staying.

She was full of hope but seconds later, heard Xu He speak with difficulty, "Xiaorong, Mom actually thinks that after what just happened between you and Yeye, it might be good for you two to spend some time apart, to avoid friction in the same house. Maybe after all this blows over, you can come back..."

Xia Yourong couldn’t believe what she was hearing, "Mom! You really want to drive me away? Just because I’m not your biological child?"