Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 152 started fighting!

Chapter 152: 152 started fighting!

In the master bedroom, Xu He and Xia Yuzheng had also retired to their room early.

Xu He had set up an easel on the large balcony of the room.

She hadn’t touched this easel for a long time, and when she moved it out of the storage today, there was a thin layer of dust on it.

Spread out beside her was a range of earth-toned oil paints.

Xu He wore a rather professional leather apron, speckled with dots of paint. Her long hair was tied back, making her profile look very young.

You couldn’t tell at all that she was already the mother of four children.

She was painting her most beloved Little Tiangao, dressed in yesterday’s skirt.

This time, she didn’t need to call Little Tiangao to pose as a model; her image was already etched in Xu He’s mind.

Xia Yuzheng leaned against the headboard reading documents, but he hadn’t turned a page for a long time. His gaze unconsciously fell on his wife, and he couldn’t focus on anything else.

That day when his wife was drawing designs for the new summer collection, he had watched admiringly for a long while.

His wife really was a talented woman!

"Oh Xiaohe, who did you learn this painting style from? It was T..."

"T·D," Xu He drew out softly, "Just two letters, how can you never remember?"

Xia Yuzheng slapped his forehead, "Right, right, T·D, your favorite painter, I’ll definitely remember this time."

Xu He’s favorite painter was T·D, not just for his exquisite painting skills, but more importantly because Xu He had once seen one of his seldom-known portraits.

In the painting, the young woman wore an androgynous British-style uniform, looking heroic and cool, a walking stick between her fingers.

She wore a top hat, delicate veiling half her face, and the corners of her lips slightly upturned, full of spirited and proud expressions.

T·D’s painting style was very realistic, with a one-to-one scale—it looked just like the person was standing right in front of you.

When Xu He saw that painting, Little Tiangao was just three years old, but she felt at first glance that the girl in the painting looked just like what Little Tiangao would look like grown up.

And now, as Little Tiangao had grown to the age she was today, looking back on that painting, it was just like a spitting image of Little Tiangao.

Because of this, Xu He began to follow this artist. It wasn’t just her; several of the ladies were particularly fond of T·D.

They had even thought about learning about his historical background, but unfortunately, there was too little verified information about him.

Talented and yet enigmatic, such a cool combination really fascinated this group of ladies.

In her office, there even hung a high-quality replica of that painting.

Last time Little Tiangao went to Paris, she wanted to show it to Little Tiangao but then Xu Qing and others arrived, and she forgot about it.

Nowadays, T·D’s knock-offs were everywhere in the market, making it hard to recognize originals, which were truly priceless.

None of these wealthy ladies dared to dream of purchasing an original. To get a high-quality replica like Xu He’s was already quite a feat.

And indeed, she had spent quite a bit of money on that replica.

**

The next morning, while having breakfast before school, Xia Ye noticed the paint splatters on Xu He’s clothes.

She asked, "Mom, have you been painting again?"

The portrait that hung above her bed, of herself at three and a half years old with princess curls, still made her shiver.

Xu He flashed a mysterious smile, "Wait till Mom finishes, and then I’ll show it to you."

Xia Ye prayed in her heart, just hoping it wouldn’t be another portrait of her.

**

In Class 19, the third period of the morning was originally math, but it was later changed to Emperor Yang’s Chinese class.

Before class, led by Zou Wu, a small group of gossiping boys noticed that the ironclad guardian against puppy love, Emperor Yang, was secretly making a phone call to Ye Miao in the corridor.

He probably wanted to ask her if she had arrived at the lecture venue or something, but Ye Miao didn’t pick up, and Yang the Emperor looked quite disappointed.

"What’s up with Brother Yang? He couldn’t possibly have a crush on Teacher Miaomiao, could he...?"

"Teacher Miaomiao indeed looks quite gentle and petite, but Brother Yang... he’s a bit too old ha..."

"Yeah, Brother Yang worries too much normally, acts like an old man in his thirties."

"Teacher Miaomiao didn’t answer his call, it’s nothing, she just wasn’t into our Brother Yang..."

Yang the Emperor hung up the call, and as he turned around, he saw a few men snickering behind him with guilty looks.

"Go on, go back and memorize your texts, I’ll have you guys recite first in a moment!"

Zou Wu shrank his neck and quickly led his brothers away.

Yang the Emperor, looking at his phone, thought that by this time, Ye Miao should have arrived, right? Why didn’t she answer the phone?

Was it too crowded at the lecture, and she didn’t hear it?

Yang the Emperor stood at the doorway a while longer before stepping into the classroom.

In the classroom, Xia Ye received for the fourth time today a humbly begging forgiveness WeChat message from Jiang Yunyang.

Xia Ye opened it— a dynamic emoticon, seemingly made on some lazy person’s custom emoticons software.

A cartoon figure of a male infant with an oversized head, drooping his head, two hands lifting up a rose.

A few words appeared in a gradient form above it.

’Sister Little Tiangao, sorry!’

Xia Ye curled her lips but didn’t reply to him.

On Jiang Yunyang’s side, sitting straight with his little butt, he was sitting at a kindergarten sky-blue eye-care kid’s desk.

Knowing that he had upset Sister Little Tiangao by uploading game videos on his own, he took it very seriously.

The expression on the small emoticon was extremely serious.

His desk mate, a little girl, couldn’t help but ask him, "Yangyang, why are you so serious today?"

Jiang Yunyang enunciated each word, as if in confession, "Made my girlfriend angry."

His mom’s favorite emotional guidance show always said, when the girlfriend is angry, one must be patient and coax her!

The animated image he sent earlier had not received a response, but he was undiscouraged and opened that custom emoticon software again.

This time, he decided to cut his own head out of a selfie and stick it onto a fat roasted chicken—Sister Little Tiangao’s favorite.

Indeed, not many minutes after sending this emoticon, Sister Little Tiangao replied!

"This one’s not bad, I’ll forgive you reluctantly."

Jiang Yunyang breathed a sigh of relief.

For Sister Little Tiangao, he was willing to endure the bitterness of love!

After the Chinese class, Yang the Emperor called Ye Miao again, still no answer.

It wasn’t until lunchtime, while he was eating in the staff canteen, that he heard Ye Miao and Zhao Yuhuan had come back from the lecture in the school’s car.

Yang the Emperor felt something was off, as Ye Miao was a young teacher who normally had her cellphone with her at all times, so it was impossible for her not to see his calls.

And usually, she answered his calls quite quickly.

There was definitely something wrong today.

Thinking this, he quickly wolfed down a few mouthfuls of rice and headed to the office.

About half an hour later, a student frantically ran back to Class 19 to bring the news.

"Not good! Our Brother Yang is fighting with Zhao Yuhuan!"