Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 134 is not keeping a low profile anymore, recognizing each other with the younger brother!

Chapter 134: 134 is not keeping a low profile anymore, recognizing each other with the younger brother!

There were only ten minutes left before class started.

Tang Tianjiao was complaining to Xia Ye that she hadn’t found her math exam paper even until today.

"Xia Ye," Emperor Yang suddenly called her out of the classroom.

He told her that the principal wanted to see her in his office.

Xia Ye’s delicate brows slightly furrowed, and then she indifferently uttered an "oh."

Emperor Yang: "That...."

Xia Ye turned slightly towards him, "What’s wrong?"

Emperor Yang hesitated, "Ah... it’s nothing..."

As Xia Ye’s figure gradually walked away, Emperor Yang scratched his head.

Why did he suddenly feel that this tragic-background, class-rank-bottom student...was somewhat unfathomable...

Tian Hanwen opened a webpage on his computer, searching the news.

#X City X Town a three-year-old girl claims to have memories of a past life#

#Two-year-old boy from X Country spontaneously speaks three languages, parents say they never taught him#

In the past, with such news, Tian Hanwen would have just skimmed past these headlines and might even have clicked to report them.

Since the founding of the nation, even small animals were not allowed to become spirits, let alone people daring to spread feudal superstitious ideas.

But today, he not only read them but also analyzed them carefully.

Xia Ye could write with her right hand, but she intentionally used her left...

And also during the entrance exam he supervised, he had always suspected that Xia Ye had intentionally scored only 100 points.

Back then, when he saw Xia Ye’s photo enlarged on the white screen in the auditorium, he instantly felt that the boss had returned.

This matter was too unscientific, if it were anyone else involved, Tian Hanwen would definitely consider it a coincidence.

But that person was his boss.

The only light in his once gloomy world.

He definitely couldn’t mistake that familiar feeling.

Though they had only been together for a few short years, the tacit understanding between them was surely not ordinary.

Just like at this moment, as Xia Ye knocked and entered, seeing his turbid gaze fixed on her, she sighed helplessly.

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the window grilles, casting enlarged patches of light and striped shadows inside the room.

Xia Ye’s hands were tucked in her pockets as she walked from where light and shadow intermingle, her lips curling into a faint smile.

Tian Hanwen, slightly dazed, suppressed his excitement with his somewhat aged voice, "You, you’re back..."

The girl, upon hearing his words, did not seem shocked and calmly pulled out a chair in front of his desk and sat down.

Her thin and straight legs crossed and directly landed on the grand desk of the principal of First Middle School.

She leaned back carelessly in the chair, reclining at that familiar thirty-degree angle, precisely as before.

Her cool eyes opened, smiling, "Even dare to steal the papers your boss painstakingly corrected?"

Initially, upon returning, she didn’t want to cause extra trouble, plus this little brother had always been particularly clingy to her, so she didn’t want to recognize him.

But now that things had come to this point, there was no need to keep a low profile anymore~

At that moment, Tian Hanwen felt as if time had pulled him back fifty years.

The tranquility of his heart was churning fiercely.

The girl sitting in the chair, exuded an untamed air.

Her expression was exactly the same as back in the day.

Tian Hanwen, whom others saw as stern and serious, could not help but laugh, creasing his face with smiles.

"Without those papers, how would you recognize me?"

Only a fleeting fate while traveling in the human world, yet Xia Ye didn’t understand what he was clinging to.

She thought this to herself, yet her heart still warmed.

The music for the first afternoon class started playing across the campus.

Xia Ye glanced outside the window, her voice casual, "Class has started, rule number three in the student handbook: no tardiness to class."

Tian Hanwen simply waved his hand, "I’m the principal, what are you afraid of?"

Xia Ye chuckled lightly.

Who said her little brother never bent the rules?

She still stood up, "Forget it, we’ll catch up next time. I still need to prepare for the college entrance exam now~"

Tian Hanwen unconsciously followed her for a few steps, as if he had grown attached just from a couple of classes.

"Oh, right."

Xia Ye halted, turning to look at him, "Can you return my deskmate’s paper to her now?"

Tian Hanwen was stunned for a moment, then smiled goofily, "I’ll get it for you right now!"

**

Saturday.

Xia Ye slept until ten in the morning.

She hummed and stretched lazily, waking up from the soft cotton sheets.

Her waistline was soft and elegant, and even her sleeping face was exquisitely beautiful.

If others saw this scene, it certainly would have caused a stir.

After washing up, she put on a clean set of casual clothes, grabbed the backpack casually hanging on a chair, and stuffed in the bottle of cold medicine she had just made last night.

Hanging the backpack over her shoulder and stepping out, as she passed through the long corridor leading to the living room, her nose twitched, catching the scent of winter melon pork rib soup.

To her surprise, it wasn’t Mrs. Wu coming out of the kitchen with the soup, but Xu He, in an apron, her long hair pulled up, both graceful and virtuous.

Xu He, who usually never touched spring water, was rarely cooking today.

She smiled so gently, "Little Tiangao, come and taste the soup Mom made for the first time."

Ever since she started taking Little Tiangao’s medicine a few days ago, she truly felt much better.

After waking up today, she felt restless at home.

After asking Mrs. Wu how to make soup, she tried making it herself and surprisingly, it was a success.

She did a great job!

She served Little Tiangao a bowl, with several tender rib pieces.

The rest she poured into a pretty thermos, filling it up perfectly.

After securing the lid and sliding it into a thermal cover, everything was neatly done.

As Xia Ye tasted the delicious soup, she asked, "What’s all this for?"

Xu He smiled, "Isn’t your dad down with a cold? I heard that this soup is the best for someone with a cold..."

Mid-sentence, she noticed the backpack on her daughter’s back.

"Little Tiangao, are you going out?"

Xia Ye nodded.

Xu He thought for a moment, "Then could you help Mom deliver it to your dad? Let Wang Dahai drive, okay?"

Xia Ye stared at the thermos, as if contemplating something.

After finishing the soup, she indeed felt warm and very comfortable all over.

Those with a cold would surely feel the same after drinking it.

If paired with her cold medicine, it could probably cull the symptoms in just a day...

"Okay, Mom," she answered especially sweetly.

Xu He patted her head, squinting and smiling.

Indeed, a daughter is a parent’s thoughtful little coat.

Xia Ye got into the car with Wang Dahai, and soon they were driving out of the Xia family villa.

An hour later.

Xia Yuzheng had something on his mind and just happened to call.

Xu He answered the phone naturally, "Honey, I personally made the soup today. Is it tasty?"

Xia Yuzheng was initially calling to mention that he had left a document at home, but hearing his wife’s words, he was both baffled and expectant, "Soup? Xiaohe, you made soup for me?"

Xu He blinked, "What? You didn’t receive it? I sent Little Tiangao to deliver it to you. It should have arrived by now..."

Meanwhile, Wang Dahai’s car pulled into the Jiang family’s old mansion.

Xia Ye got out.

She carried the backpack with cold medicine and a thermos filled with winter melon pork rib soup...

Good things, of course, should be reserved for fellow Daoists...