Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 133 are all vying for the favor of the ancestors!

Chapter 133: 133 are all vying for the favor of the ancestors!

"Who are you sending voice messages to?"

Jiang Xuan’s hand, shaped like a half-fist, rested against his lips as he coughed lightly twice.

A ring of rosy red blossomed around the corners of his eyes.

It even made his originally pale complexion appear a bit more lively.

The mortal flesh is indeed prone to sickness.

Shen Jing smiled, "Replying to the president, it’s Miss Xia, expressing her concern for you."

If it weren’t for Miss Xia, he wouldn’t dare to reply to WeChat in front of the president.

The five thousand words of reflection from yesterday had drained him!

Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, quite surprised.

Seeing his expression, Shen Jing suddenly regretted telling Miss Xia that it wasn’t serious when she asked. Maybe he should have exaggerated a bit?

That way Miss Xia would feel even more concerned for the president!

With that thought, he started typing a message on his phone.

’Miss Xia, it’s terrible! The president has just started to have a fever, his body convulsing, spewing white...’

Before he could finish, Xia Ye replied first.

The Heavens are Blind: I’ll prepare some medicine for him and deliver it to his house over the weekend, is that convenient?

Shen Jing’s mouth excitedly formed an ’o’ shape as he quickly deleted the message he’d just typed.

Assistant Shen: Convenient, convenient, the president’s home address is...

As long as Miss Xia comes, that’s better than any medicine!

Having replied, Shen Jing hurriedly put his phone away, deliberately not telling the president in advance.

It would double the surprise when the time came!

**

In the evening, after finishing an interview, Xia Xing and Pang Shen left the TV station building together.

Pang Shen was ready to light a cigarette outside to ease his craving, but the wind was so strong he couldn’t get his lighter to work.

After boarding the club’s car, Pang Shen ducked into the driver’s cabin.

With the flick of a lighter wheel, the man’s rough fingertips created a pale blue flame that leapt to his view.

He took a deep drag, nicotine filling his lungs, and his spirit relaxed along with it.

Clutching the cigarette in his mouth, he rested his hand on the back of the passenger seat, turning his head halfway around, his side profile turning sharp: "The makeup artist today, is she that fan your little sister saved that day?"

Pang Shen had only remembered Gu Mingzhi’s identity after Xia Xing reminded him.

Xia Xing responded indifferently, casually opening a gameplay video uploaded by his teammates to watch.

Pang Shen laughed mischievously, his tone laden with meaning: "You sure remember clearly. If you hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have recognized her."

Xia Xing knew what he meant and couldn’t be bothered to engage: "I’m the one who took them to the police station, of course I’d remember better than you."

Pang Shen shrugged: "Okay~"

He genuinely hoped that Xia Xing would find a new girlfriend soon.

He had often hinted at Xia Xing, quite obviously at times, but Xia Xing just let it go in one ear and out the other, as annoyed with him as he would be with a nagging mother pushing him to marry.

But this time, seeing Jiang Xuan’s attitude towards the little makeup artist, he really thought there was potential.

Even though she was just a makeup artist and might not exactly match up to their Xia god, she looked clean and neat, way better than Jian Manman.

When Pang Shen drove into the Xia Family residence, he saw a car that had just turned off its engine parked in front.

It was Wang Dahai bringing Xia Ye home.

The siblings had arrived home at the same time.

Xia Xing had been reclining in the back seat looking at his phone but as soon as he noticed through the car window that Little Tiangao was getting out of the car in the cold weather wearing only a school uniform, his brow furrowed deeply. He quickly took his coat and got out of the car to chase after her.

Pang Shen was just giving Xia Xing a lift home. Once he dropped him off, it was time for him to leave.

He watched as Xia Xing draped his coat over Xia Ye’s shoulders, tapping her little forehead tenderly, probably saying something like how she should wear more in this cold weather.

Pang Shen smacked his tongue.

Such an adorable little sister.

Xia Ye is truly blessed.

It’s maddening to compare oneself with others!

**

Xu He knew it would cool down today and specially asked Mother Wu to stew several bowls of ginger soup.

Everyone had to drink a bowl upon entering the house.

The bowl for Xia Ye was brought to the dining table by Xia Xing, who was careful not to scald her.

He even specially added a spoonful of brown sugar to it.

Back when he was with Jian Manman, she said that brown sugar was good for girls. Xia Xing didn’t know exactly how it was good, but it happened to counter the bitterness of the ginger soup.

Xia Ye felt quite warmed after drinking it.

Before she went back to her room, she also thoughtfully expressed concern for Xia Xing, reminding him to keep warm and not catch a cold in the chilly weather.

About half an hour later, Xia Yuzheng got home after finishing his work at the company, and there wasn’t much ginger soup left for him.

Xia Yuzheng’s voice was slightly nasally, "Xiaohe, did Yeye drink her ginger soup?"

"She just finished," Xu He noticed something odd about his voice, and with fingers delicate as scallions, she touched his forehead, "You’re not coming down with a cold, are you?"

Xia Yuzheng coughed a few times, "A little, someone in the office had a cold, I guess I caught it."

He looked around the room, "Why did Yeye go back to her room so early today?"

Xu He flipped through a fashion magazine, her tone soft and natural, "That little thing said she wanted to make some cold medicine, drank her ginger soup, and then went back."

Upon hearing this, Xia Yuzheng’s brows and eyes immediately relaxed from the slight fatigue of a second ago, "How did Yeye know I got a cold? She’s such a considerate child!"

After saying this, he directly refused the cold medicine from Mother Wu, "I’ll wait for the medicine Yeye’s making for me."

The wife was right, whether or not it had an effect, Yeye only made medicine for people she liked. To receive her medicine was indeed pleasing.

Xia Xing sat on the sofa playing a game, quietly glancing at his dad’s expectant face without uttering a word.

How could Little Tiangao possibly know the old man just came back with a cold?

On the contrary, Little Tiangao had indeed just told him to take good care of himself, so Xia Xing believed that the medicine was actually prepared in advance for him, the brother!

**

The next day was a Friday.

After lunch at noon.

Yang Dai felt somewhat embarrassed as he knocked on the door of the principal’s office.

"Principal Tian, regarding the matter you mentioned to me yesterday, there’s no surveillance in the classroom, it’s indeed hard to investigate, and we can’t let anyone other than Tang Tianjiao know..."

Tian Hanwen put down the documents in his hand and looked at him through his reading glasses, not surprised by the outcome.

But the more it was so, the more he was convinced that Tang Tianjiao’s test paper must have been graded by his elder brother.

"All right, Teacher Yang, you can go now."

"Ah, right, Principal Tian."

Just as Tian Hanwen was about to lower his head to the documents again, Yang Dai’s voice rang out once more.

While pondering, he said, an issue he had not figured out himself even upon returning home the night before, "You mentioned a student who is clearly left-handed, but uses the right hand to twirl a pen—is that... how can that be?"

"What?" Tian Hanwen paused in his movements, as if he had thought of something, and slowly raised his head with a gradually stern expression.

Yang Dai waved his hands, "Ah, it’s nothing, go on with your work, Principal. I was just asking casually."

But Tian Hanwen directly pressed, "The student you’re talking about... is it Xia Ye from your class?"

Yang Dai was momentarily stunned, "Ah, yes."

Getting a positive answer, Tian Hanwen’s gaze shifted from his face and he slowly looked out the window, his eyes deep and enduring.

After a long pause, he suddenly snapped out of it.

It brought back Xia Ye’s first day coming to his office and calling out to him:

"Tian Hanwen—"