Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 96 - 096 is completely done for!

Chapter 96: 096 is completely done for!

Today, Xia Ye didn’t ask Jiang Xuan for midnight snacks, but when she left school at the end of the day, she still saw Jiang Xuan’s car.

It was exuding a sense of familiarity that disarmed people’s defenses, along with that fragrance filled with Spiritual Energy.

Jiang Xuan was there to check on how things were going for her at school, like whether she liked the new math teacher or if Zhao Yuhuan had given her any trouble, and then he’d give her a ride home.

After the incident on Saturday, people had gradually started to notice Jiang Xuan’s car.

Just as Xia Ye got into the car, Zou Wu came up and knocked on the window with an utter lack of tact.

Jiang Xuan half-closed his eyes and slowly lowered the window.

When Zou Wu saw Jiang Xuan’s face, he became incredibly excited, "It’s really President Jiang! Are you picking up Brother Ye after school?"

Jiang Xuan had intended to nod in response, but when he heard the last few words, he paused for a moment and turned to look at Xia Ye, "Brother Ye?"

Zou Wu laughed heartily, "Yeah, Brother Ye is our class’s heartthrob, able to make countless girls swoon!"

Ever since Xia Ye transferred to their class, the most common thing the girls in the class would say was—

’Still like men? Haven’t seen the light yet.’

In this world that values looks, Xia Ye succeeded in becoming the undisputed belle and beau of their class by virtue of her delicate face that charmed all, and even the story of her being brought back from the countryside turned into a cool and mysterious talking point.

Xia Ye tilted her chin up at Zou Wu as an affirmation of his keen insight.

Zou Wu wanted to say more, to catch up with his Brother Ye, but Jiang Xuan quietly raised the window.

He had thought the young lady wouldn’t need to worry so soon before she came of age.

But how long has it been since the term started?

He needed to keep a closer watch...

In the distance, Jiang Yunzhou’s mournful gaze lingered on his uncle’s car as it drove away again with his Little Fairy.

Ever since finding out that the person in the photo was his uncle, and as the realization finally seemed to dawn on Jiang Yunzhou, whose mind was wildly overgrown with imaginations, he understood something...

It was over, his uncle seemed to have really taken a liking to his Little Fairy!

Jiang Yunzhou struggled not to cry.

Stay strong!

Perhaps Little Fairy had unusual tastes. She might not like someone like Uncle Jiang, who was handsome, tall, and wealthy—he hoped she’d prefer someone like him, a sunny and handsome young man in the throes of his teens!

**

All the way home, Xia Yourong was pondering how she should approach Zhou Yao the next day.

Since Zhou Yao was willing to meet her tomorrow, it must mean there was a chance.

After all, as a transfer student from out of town with no connections in Capital City, what kind of backbone could she have?

Wang Dahai could tell she was deep in thought, guessing it must be about her studies.

The young miss was indeed the young miss, the everlasting pride of the Xia Family.

"Xiaorong?"

As Xia Yourong entered the vestibule and was changing her shoes, so deep in thought that it wasn’t until Qiao Yufen called her for the third time that she snapped back to reality, looking up at her grandmother and smiling, "Grandma, did you call me?"

Qiao Yufen clicked her tongue, "Xiaorong, what were you thinking about? You were so distracted, grandma called you several times."

Xia Yourong pressed her lips together, "I wasn’t thinking about anything, did you need me for something?"

Qiao Yufen: "Grandma just wanted to ask you how that Zhou Yao with the bad intentions is doing? Is she still sitting with you?"

Xia Yourong managed a faint smile, "She has been moved to another class already, maybe because she felt guilty."

Qiao Yufen snorted, tapping her cane on the floor, "At least she has some self-awareness. Speak to the principal about it tomorrow as soon as possible, so my Xiaoruo doesn’t get involved too. Oh dear, all this trouble just because of Xia Ye. And look at her, as soon as she gets home, she locks herself in her room and doesn’t even bother to check on you."

Xia Xing was on the other side of the sofa, playing a game with one hand, his right foot on his left knee, sitting casually, "Grandma, Xiaorong went back to her room to make something for Yunzhou. She’s a victim in this matter herself, so let’s not nitpick."

Qiao Yufen pursed her lips—was she not even allowed to speak her mind?

Having answered Grandma, Xia Yourong also went to sit on the sofa.

Xia Xing occasionally glanced at her; every time he did, her gaze seemed a bit vacant.

She clearly had something on her mind.

After finishing a round of the game, he looked at Xia Yourong, his eyes conveying a clandestine meaning.

After a few seconds of silence, with an indistinct tone, he began, "Older sister."

Xia Yourong: "Huh?"

Xia Xing slightly curved his lower lip, "That incident with Xiaorong wasn’t your doing, was it?"

Xia Yourong suddenly clutched the backpack on her lap, masking her real emotions with a smile, sounding very sincere, "Older brother, I would never harm my sister."

Xia Xing stood up and patted her head, "That’s good then."

Xia Yourong thought she had dodged a bullet, but little did she know, she had lost her last chance...

**

Finally, it was Tuesday morning’s long break.

Xia Yourong, who was originally the class leader for exercises, had finally found an excuse and asked the teacher for leave to head toward Class 19 on the first floor.

However, Xia Ye from Class 19 on the first floor had gone to the top floor’s utility room...

Tang Tianjiao had specifically told her, "If Brother Yang asks why you didn’t come to exercise, I’ll say you have stomach cramps from your period—we can’t slip up on this."

Xia Ye’s face was the picture of calm, "Don’t worry, the homeroom teacher won’t be checking today."

Tang Tianjiao opened her mouth but didn’t ask how she knew, seemingly accustomed to the fact that her desk mate was just that mysterious.

Zhou Yao and Xia Yourong still chose to meet in the storage room.

This room had good soundproofing—words spoken inside couldn’t be heard outside, and outside noise couldn’t be heard inside.

When Xia Yourong arrived, Zhou Yao was fiddling with something on her phone, but as soon as she saw Xia Yourong, she smoothly pocketed her phone without attracting attention; Xia Yourong didn’t notice.

After entering, Xia Yourong first made sure to carefully close the door before looking at Zhou Yao.

She smiled, "Why were you avoiding me yesterday? We’ve been desk mates for over two years now. Were you comfortable on the first day with a new desk mate?"

Zhou Yao let out a cold laugh—Xia Ye was right; the deadline set by the principal was fast approaching, and she still acted so well.

Thankfully, Xia Ye had told her in advance what to say.

Zhou Yao didn’t want to waste time and got straight to the point, "Xia Yourong, what, finally scared? Scared that others will know you swapped the PPT and want me to take the blame for you?"

Indeed, this was what Xia Yourong had in mind, but to hear someone articulate it so bluntly still made it hard for her to save face.

Zhou Yao chuckled, "Xia Yourong, feeling guilty?"

She spoke loudly, and even though Xia Yourong knew the room was soundproof, she was afraid of being overheard and looked outside warily, "There’s just the two of us here, why do you keep calling my name?"

Zhou Yao raised her wrist and pointed at her watch.

A reminder that Xia Yourong didn’t have much time left.

Xia Yourong’s fist trembled; she steeled herself, "Yes, I came here to talk to you about that. As long as you’re willing to admit to swapping the PPT for me, I promise my dad will help you transfer to a better school!"

Zhou Yao didn’t rush to answer and instead smiled enigmatically.

Meanwhile, in the top floor’s utility room, Xia Ye locked the teacher responsible for playing the exercise broadcast music outside and, with a casual swing of her legs, pressed a few buttons on the broadcast equipment.

All of Xia Yourong and Zhou Yao’s conversation was being broadcast through the loudspeakers on the sports ground to the entire school’s teachers and students—