Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 158: What are you doing peeking at me?

Chapter 158: What are you doing peeking at me?

Your girl.

That’s clearly my girl!

Xu He squinted her eyes.

Seeing the card, she roughly knew who had sent the gift to her daughter.

The last time he came over for dinner, Jiang Xuan’s behavior towards Little Tiangao was all seen by Xu He.

During this period, she didn’t interfere too much, as her daughter had grown up and was bound to meet boys, and she couldn’t keep an eye on her forever. Besides, so far as she could see, Jiang Xuan was indeed very attentive to Little Tiangao.

Anyway, Wang Dahai would pick up Little Tiangao on time every evening after school, and for the rest, they could only wait and see...

Xu He looked up and met Little Tiangao’s eyes, sneakily glancing at her. The usually detached and cool gaze was now, uncharacteristically, somewhat sheepish.

Xu He pursed her lips and smiled, handing over the card and stationery together, "It must be from Mr. Jiang, remember to thank him."

Xia Ye nodded and took the items back to her room.

She sat at her desk, her gaze drifting past the stationery to the card, and finally to the signature.

’My girl’

Xia Ye curved her lips.

A pretty face and a sweet mouth, plus the attentiveness, he seems like he’ll be a decent little wolfhound in the future.

Although he’s merely a mortal, no matter, she’s formidable and can look after him.

She took the card out and stuck it into the soil of the balcony flower vase, planting the little wolfhound and waiting to harvest.

Packing the pencil case into her backpack, Xia Ye casually took out her Chinese review materials as well.

The already battered and exploded-looking review materials had, after some use during this time, become even more unsightly.

Xia Ye had to turn the pages slowly, or they were likely to turn to dust in her hands.

Past eleven o’clock at night, Xu He passed by Xia Ye’s room and noticed a sliver of light under the door.

She could faintly hear the recitation of classical Chinese texts.

Xu He stood outside her door for a while before quietly returning to her own room and softly closing the door.

Dressed in a dark nightgown and reading in bed, Xia Yuzheng smirked, "Why are you being so timid, like you’re afraid of startling someone?"

Xu He gestured for him to keep his voice down. "You have no idea, I just passed by Little Tiangao’s room and heard her reciting her texts inside."

Xia Yuzheng couldn’t help but smile, "That little blockhead, why has she suddenly started working hard?"

Xu He: "Little Tiangao is not stupid at all, she was so smart when she was little... It’s those damn criminals who held her back. If it weren’t for them..."

As soon as she brought this up, Xu He’s emotions uncontrollably surged.

Xia Yuzheng’s eyes darkened as well, he took Xu He’s hand, his voice firm, "I’ve been asking about the police investigation; Captain Fu and his team haven’t given up on the pursuit. We need to have faith that the criminals will be caught."

Xu He nodded solemnly.

**

The next morning, as Xia Ye got up for breakfast, she noticed a framed oil painting hung on the blank wall next to the dining room’s French windows, covered with a red velvet cloth.

Xia Yuzheng, smiling, sat to the side, "Your mother’s painting is finally finished. She said she wanted to wait until this morning to show it to you, to help you relax before the exam."

Xia Ye calmly nodded. A landscape painting should indeed be relaxing.

Xia Xing also came out from the inner room. He wore a pure white short-sleeve T-shirt and simple, casual pants. Having streamed until late last night, there was a pale blue shade under his eyelids and his short tousled hair hung over his forehead.

Even in such a casual and slightly disheveled outfit, it didn’t look slovenly on him at all, but rather added to a sense of world-weary nobility.

No wonder he became an overnight internet sensation, all because of a few shots from an esports competition.

He pocketed one hand in his pants as he passed by Xia Ye, playfully ruffling her hair, "Don’t stress about the exam. After the college entrance examination, join me at the club. With me there, it’s a lot more interesting than school."

Xia Yuzheng: "Beat it, beat it, beat it. Don’t lead your sister astray. Do you want her to end up like you, staying up all night with dark circles under her eyes doing livestreams all the time?"

Xia Xing opened a can of drink, pulled out the chair beside Xia Ye, sat down, and shrugged his shoulders without being in a hurry to retort.

After the college entrance exams, he would make his name known to esports enthusiasts across the country, and even the world, as a genius esports god.

Little Tiangao’s journey to godhood had just begun.

Xu He walked over to the oil painting, speaking with a mysterious tone, "Little Tiangao, Mommy is going to show you~"

Xia Ye agreed, picked up a bun, and took a bite. The savory aroma of the meat and the softness of the bun’s skin squeezed between her lips and teeth.

"Voilà—" Xu He even added a sound effect as she removed the red cloth that was covering the painting.

A portrait framed in a meticulously crafted, textured frame came into view.

The half-eaten bun in Xia Ye’s hand dropped onto the table.

Xu He’s painting was so lifelike that Xia Ye recognized herself at a glance, wearing a short skirt in the painting!

Her painful history, which she had recently managed to forget by burying herself in diligent study, was once again exposed to daylight!

Xia Yuzheng and Xia Xing exclaimed almost in unison, "Wow—so beautiful!"

Xia Ye: "......"

A second later, meeting Xu He’s expectant gaze, Xia Ye weakly let out a "wow" as well...

Wow... This Fox Fairy is so miserable...

And it’s going to hang right here?

Won’t I have to see it every day when we eat?

Xu He walked up to Xia Ye’s side, smiling and patting her shoulder, "Be sure to relax on today’s exam. Mom just wants to tell you, no matter what scores you get, you’re always the pride of your mom and dad!"

A twitch appeared at the corner of Xia Ye’s eye. She was quite relaxed at first, but now, every time she saw that painting, she felt overwhelmed.

She hurriedly recited a couple of classical Chinese texts in her mind to calm herself down.

She really wanted to cry on the strong shoulder of her fellow Daoist!

**

Today at school, the senior three students didn’t have to go to their own classes. They entered the examination halls directly, attended morning self-study as instructed, and would be ready to take the exam at nine.

Math was scheduled for the first half of the day, followed by English in the afternoon.

Neither subject was one she needed to prepare for, so there was no pressure.

Xia Ye checked her exam room number; she was assigned to room one.

When she entered the classroom, it was already filled with new faces from various classes.

Several students from Class 19 were also in this exam room; seeing Xia Ye, they waved at her excitedly.

"Class beauty, are we in the same room? I’m so lucky!"

Xia Ye nodded to those students and sat down at the desk marked with her student ID number.

"Xia Ye’s pretty popular in Class 19, huh?"

"She’s beautiful, of course. Which class wouldn’t pamper their class beauty?"

Some boys were whispering nearby. They were from Class 1. When Xia Ye looked their way, she recognized a familiar figure amongst them, sitting not far away, just across the aisle from her.

He wasn’t joining the other boys in their discussion but was holding a book in his hands.

When Xia Ye saw him, he was also glancing her way out of the corner of his eye.

Their gazes met, and the boy immediately looked away in guilt, coughing lightly and returning his attention to his textbook.

The old ancestor loved to tease her eldest grandson, bluntly calling him out, "Tian Ye, why are you sneaking peeks at me?"