Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 365 - 261 is pampering~~_2

Chapter 365: 261 is pampering~~_2

He snapped a photo of a crinkly, ragged piece of paper, upon which, using a ’shocking’ twisted stroke, someone had drawn a figure that barely resembled a robot...

Is this what they call a concept sketch?

Jiang: I even refused the trademark of my own product, and now you want me to design this?

He wasn’t truly unwilling to help; he just wanted to tease the little ancestor and chat with her for a while longer.

Who knew Xia Ye wouldn’t take the bait.

Heavenly Dao, clearly upset: If you don’t have time, forget it; I’ll ask someone else.

Jiang Xuan: ...

He clenched his teeth and replied.

Jiang: You don’t need to ask anyone else; I have time.

As he typed, he quickened his pace unconsciously, as if afraid that a second’s delay would mean Xia Ye had already found someone else.

Fortunately, he replied promptly enough, and Xia Ye hadn’t found anyone else yet.

When she received Uncle Jiang’s reply, she raised her eyebrows slightly.

About the aspect of drawing, she didn’t understand much—she liked looking at paintings in her spare time, but just for fun.

So she could only ask others for help.

However, she was increasingly feeling that since she came to the human world, looking at Heavenly Dao seemed to gradually become more pleasing to the eye, not as annoying as before...

Is there some special filter in the human world?

Xia Ye lifted her hand to reply: Thanks then; just tell me how much it is, and I’ll transfer it to you.

Jiang Xuan replied with a single word.

Jiang: Okay.

After ending the chat, he saved the ’concept sketch’ sent by Xia Ye, then deftly operated his cellphone for a few moments, sending it to an email account with an IP address located abroad.

Immediately after, he swiveled his chair to the computer work area next to him, hitting the power button and pressing a few other keys on the keyboard at the same time.

Seconds later, the screen lit up—not with the usual boot-up system, but with another interface that was minimalistic and appeared very technologically advanced.

Very few people in the country knew about this operating system.

The bootup was incredibly fast, and soon there were several alert tones in quick succession, with a flurry of new email notifications popping up at the bottom right of the screen.

Upon a closer look, one could see that this system was simultaneously logged into several email accounts, with nearly every account having received emails.

Jiang Xuan opened one of the accounts named ’J’, the first dozen or so emails being from world-leading brands requesting designs.

Jiang Xuan simply ignored these emails, opting not to be reminded of them again, and then he opened the latest email, which contained only one attachment—the ’concept sketch’ he had just forwarded from his phone.

The photo was enlarged to fill the entire screen, and Jiang Xuan leaned back in his chair, crossing his long legs as he adopted a more comfortable sitting posture.

The blue glow of the screen cast a gentle brightness in his eyes.

Jiang Xuan looked over the drawing intently, and suddenly, the corners of his lips curled upwards.

He had declined all invitations from big brands, yet here he was, about to design a robot mascot for the little ancestor.

Just imagining the little thing’s expression while typing to request his help made it impossible for him to refuse...

That night, Jiang Xuan worked overtime in the office, a rare occurrence.

Every time Shen Jing passed by, he could see the president staring intently at the computer screen with his hands moving.

However, due to the angle, he couldn’t see whether the president was typing on the keyboard or doing something else.

Because he had been facing the computer for a long time, Jiang Xuan wore glasses with blue light protection.

The frames were extremely thin, resting upon his high nasal bridge.

They added an extra layer of unruffled allure to his already handsome features.

A millennia-old ||dominant male|| indeed...!

Especially with that indifferent, aloof look in his eyes, he was the epitome of a gentleman gone rogue.

Outside the door, Shen Jing turned off his phone screen, using the dark display to check his reflection.

He too wore glasses, though his were round with gold rims.

But though they both wore glasses, why was the feeling he gave off completely different from that of the president???

Shen Jing looked at himself on the phone screen from the left and right, muttering in confusion, "Where exactly is the difference..."

Dong Mao: "Because you look too much like a young girl."

Shen Jing nodded dejectedly, "Indeed, when I was younger and my mother took me out, people always mistook me for a little girl..."

He had barely pronounced half the word ’girl’ when Shen Jing turned around as if he’d seen a ghost, looking at Dong Mao who had somehow appeared behind him at just the right moment: "You’re the one who looks like a little girl, your whole family looks like little girls!"

How did this person walk around without making a sound?

Especially at night when the corridor was pitch-black and particularly silent, his sudden appearance was startling enough to give him a heart attack!

Dong Mao tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes.

Tsk, still talking back.

The moment you get flustered, your face turns red.

And you say you don’t look like a young girl?

A true male should be like himself, bold and spirited!