Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots

Chapter 44 - 44 044 Make a small investment

?44: 044 Make a “small” investment 44: 044 Make a “small” investment Dong Mao was on the verge of tears.

His master was in stark contrast to that little ancestor; one was rigid and serious, the other was indulgent and unrestrained.

Because of differing ideals, that little ancestor has always looked down on his master—only Dong Mao never dared to tell his master.

But Dong Mao never imagined that even now, with a change of status, his master could still be scorned?!

Xia Ye was actually thinking this:

The little brother Jiang Yunyang is quite adorable, and Jiang Yunzhou will be in the same school where they’d run into each other often, so he casually liked their moments.

As for Jiang Xuan’s…

Was there a need?

Just pretend he didn’t see it.

After all, he doesn’t even know when he’d check his phone.

It can’t be possible that all three of them are together at this moment, right?

Jiang Xuan turned off his phone screen, slid it into his pocket, and casually slipped his hand into the pocket, too.

There he stood at the doorway, tall and long-legged, looking down at the two nephews who were so engrossed in chatting on WeChat that they didn’t even notice he was about to leave.

“Little cousin, why did it suddenly get so cold?

Did you turn the air conditioning up again?”

“No?

Brother, don’t interrupt me; I’m sending voice messages to Sister Little Tiangao!

Sister, I sent you 520—that’s all my pocket money, please spend it!”

Jiang Xuan’s lips tightened: …

His WeChat account was pegged at 2.5 million on the black market.

An account so many desired but couldn’t have, and he took the initiative to add someone, yet they declined?

He was so soft and compliant when he needed help saving his third brother, but now it seemed like he was being discarded after use.

After a while, Jiang Xuan spoke with a heavy tone, “Yunzhou.”

“Ah?” Jiang Yunzhou responded, “What’s up, uncle?”

“Do I recall that you start school tomorrow?” Jiang Xuan asked.

Jiang Yunzhou’s mind was already wandering, and he replied nonchalantly, “Yeah~”

Jiang Xuan hinted enigmatically with a tilted lip, “Uncle will take you to school.”

Jiang Yunzhou was deeply touched!

**

Jiang Xuan’s building was right next door; he could walk back home.

The man strode ahead with Dong Mao and Shen Jing following behind.

Shen Jing swallowed hard as he watched the CEO’s towering figure.

Over the past few days, he had realized that Xia Ye was the key to affecting the CEO’s mood.

There had been a lot of rumors about the Xia Family’s daughter in Capital City lately, but he couldn’t care less; as long as the CEO liked her, she might as well be his grandmother.

“President, don’t overthink it.

Miss Xia must have her reasons for adding them as friends.”

“Master Yunzhou has already called off the engagement, so the two of them are just ordinary classmates.”

“And there’s no need to mention Master Yunyang; he’s 13 years younger than Miss Xia, there’s definitely no chance there!”

Shen Jing kept persuading as they walked, and by the end of his last sentence, Jiang Xuan came to halt.

Shen Jing gave Dong Mao a triumphant eyebrow raise.

The implication was clear: Impressed, aren’t you?

After my persuasion, the President must be feeling better.

However, Dong Mao’s returned look held not a shred of admiration.

Idiot!

No chance just because there’s a 13-year gap?

Do you even know how many years apart the master and that little ancestor are?!

**

Having grown tired from chatting on WeChat, Xia Ye yawned lazily, grabbed a bottle of drink from the fridge, twisted open the cap with one hand, and took a swig.

Xia Xing had sketched out some key points for her to memorize on the car ride to school the next morning.

Tomorrow, her eldest brother and third brother were tasked with taking her two sisters to school, as he couldn’t make it.

Mainly because he was now too popular; it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that if he appeared at school, it would absolutely be impenetrable.

So he seized the moment to give them a few more instructions.

After this period of intensive tutoring, the brothers realized that Little Tiangao was indeed very smart, but her performance was highly variable.

Questions that were correctly solved today end up confusing again by tomorrow.

And the problems that originally stumped her somehow become solvable after a couple of days.

Quite baffling.

But this was to be expected, considering she’d never been to school when she was younger.

Xia Xing stood up, intending to bring her the exercise book with highlighted key points, and when he noticed her phone on the table out of the corner of his eye, he picked it up to hand it to her.

As Xia Ye took her phone, her fingerprint touched the unlock sensor, and the screen lit up momentarily.

Xia Xing caught a glimpse of an odd icon on her phone’s desktop, a capital letter ‘B’.

The app name was quite long, he didn’t see it clearly, but caught something like ‘virtual’ and ‘operator’…

Could it be one of those platforms similar to trading Bitcoin?

That kind of thing involves buying and selling in sums of millions, where making a fortune overnight is possible, but losing one’s shirt can happen just as quickly.

Most people can’t make head nor tail of it, let alone get a foot in the door.

He had only heard it mentioned in passing once.

Noticing his bemused expression, Xia Ye curved her lips and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Xia Xing came back to his senses, “Ah, it’s nothing, nothing.

Don’t be nervous about the test tomorrow, just relax.”

Xia Xing shook his head.

He must have seen it wrong.

How could Little Tiangao understand such things?

It must be some sort of game or similar software…

**

On the last day of February, Beijing No.1 Middle School started its new term.

Tender willows supported by the breeze, budding sprouts moistened by the rain.

A light rain had just fallen in the early morning, but now it had stopped.

The moist air was infused with the scent of early spring flowers, a cool white hue that was intoxicating.

Boys and girls in the uniform of Beijing No.1 Middle School were crossing the roads, their colorful umbrellas folded in their hands, converging towards the campus.

The most advanced infrastructure, the best quality landscape gardening.

In terms of teaching staff, university entrance rate, and teaching environment, Beijing No.1 Middle School was far ahead of any other high school in Capital City.

There was a huge, stylistic stone standing at the entrance with eight characters carved into it.

‘Self-Improvement, Perseverance, Progress with Each Passing Day.’

The inscription was bold and vigorous.

It was the school motto of First Middle School.

Jiang Xuan’s car slowly pulled into the parking lot outside the main gate.

In the back seat, Jiang Yunzhou, with his neat short hair and wearing the sporty school uniform, looked less like a rich playboy and more sunny and handsome.

He packed his backpack, held onto the front seat, and leaned forward, “Uncle, it smells great.

Did you prepare breakfast for me too?

I got up late and didn’t have time for breakfast.

It smells like…

roast chicken?”

Jiang Xuan sealed off the insulated storage box and replied mercilessly, “No.”

“Ah?” Jiang Yunzhou sounded downhearted, “Alright then…”

After Jiang Yunzhou got out of the car, Jiang Xuan didn’t leave right away but sat there for a while until, from the rearview mirror, he saw the Xia Family’s car parked obliquely behind his…

The car came to a halt, and Xia Yourong, with her high ponytail drawn back, got out dragging Xia Tiao.

She cooed in a lengthy tone, “Big brother, it’s the first day of school, and I can’t manage by myself, so keep me company, okay?

After all, little sis and Third Brother are with her.”

Xia Tiao looked back at Xia Ye still inside the car, shook his head with concern, and went ahead into the school with his eldest sister.

It took another dozen seconds before Xia Ye and Xia Xian left the car.

Jiang Xuan’s dark pupils contracted slightly.

The same uniform, yet it exuded a completely different aura on Xia Ye.

She wore a white baseball cap, the brim pulled down low, her jacket casually open, revealing a pure white T-shirt underneath, one pant leg hanging down, the other rolled up to her slender calf.

After parking the car, Xia Xian hooked her backpack over his shoulder, “Little Tiangao, don’t rush in just yet.

I’ll buy you some breakfast first; I can tell you didn’t eat well this morning.”

Xia Ye agreed.

She had wanted chicken for breakfast, but Aunt Wu said they didn’t make such greasy food so early.

She ended up eating some bread, barely enough to fill the gaps between her teeth.

Oh, how she longed for some chicken…

With her eyes closed, Xia Ye was pondering this when the scent of honey-roasted chicken wafted into her sensitive little nose.

She opened her eyes, following the scent.

And “chicken” was coming her way…