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Chapter 58 - 58 Who exactly is he
Chapter 58 - 58 Who exactly is he
?58: Who exactly is he?
58: Who exactly is he?
Seated in the top-tier private room for a meal with Jiang Xuan was…
Xia Ye?!
Xia Yourong was shocked into stillness on the spot, losing all ability to speak.
When Jiang Xuan saw Xia Ye wanted to come out, he turned to the side to make space for her.
Usually, others would only follow humbly behind him, when had he ever been seen making room for someone else like this?
Qiao Yufen began with unnatural ease, “Second granddaughter, how come you’re dining with President Jiang?”
She didn’t realize that this was the first time she had called her ‘second granddaughter’ since Xia Ye had been brought back after such a long time.
Usually, it was either calling her by name or just referring to her as ‘she’.
If it were Xia Yourong, she would surely have first explained the situation and then sweetly asked, “Grandma, would you like to join us for a meal?”
In doing so, Qiao Yufen would have made the other ladies around envious to the bone, probably keeping them up all night.
But Xia Ye just wouldn’t give her that face.
The girl lifted her brows in cool disdain and lightly said three words, “None of your business?”
“You,” Qiao Yufen had rarely wanted to give her some face, but who would have thought the girl wouldn’t accept it?
But since President Jiang was present, she ended up holding back the harsher words she had in mind.
Xia Xian didn’t care about anything else, seeing Little Tiangao safe and sound with a usual expression, he felt a bit more at ease.
With so many onlookers and a group of Capital City’s most gossip-loving ladies present, he didn’t say much.
He only emphasized, “Please, President Jiang, when you finish your meal, make sure to escort my little sister home.
If a high school student gets home late, the family will worry.”
Jiang Xuan replied quite readily, “Don’t worry.”
He seemed very gentlemanly indeed.
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After the meal, Xia Ye said she would take a cab home by herself, but Jiang Xuan now had an excuse.
He said her third brother had specially requested that he must take her home, and Xia Ye couldn’t refuse.
Xia Xian never expected that his words would actually give them more time together.
Jiang Xuan parked the car near the villa by the Chaotai River, and they walked a stretch together.
Xia Ye walked ahead, while Jiang Xuan trailed a step behind.
A long path lined with rows of tree shadows.
The street lights were dim, casting elongated shadows.
Jiang Xuan asked her, “Now that you’re back, is there anything you want to do?”
His question carried ambiguity, but Xia Ye thought he was referring to after she had been rescued from the traffickers and what she might like to do.
And the rebellious revolutionary in her had quite a unique train of thought: “Thinking…
of getting my ears pierced?”
“Get what pierced?” Jiang Xuan didn’t know what she was thinking about all day long.
Completely the epitome of a teenager in an extended phase of rebellion.
“Ear piercings,” Xia Ye said with her hands in her pockets, turning back to look at him: “Don’t you have one too?”
Jiang Xuan paused, indeed he once had one on his left ear.
Suddenly lost in thought, if she got one too, wouldn’t their ear piercings be quite matching…
In a moment of distraction, the girl’s face was close at hand.
Jiang Xuan hesitated, suddenly halting his steps.
Xia Ye looked intently at the piercing on his left ear for a long while, unafraid of him, “That one of yours seems to have closed up, right?”
Jiang Xuan was quite resolute, “It can be pried open.”
Xia Ye: …
Afterward, for the rest of the way, Xia Ye walked with her hands clasped behind her head, leading the way.
Jiang Xuan watched her slender figure from behind, the little girl occasionally having certain thoughts that drifted into his mind.
After sending her home, Jiang Xuan returned to his car.
Under the quiet moonlight, he didn’t immediately drive off or turn on the lights, but rather savored the thoughts from the young girl’s mind.
She sensed something familiar about him but couldn’t make it out clearly due to the scarcity of Spiritual Energy.
She muttered to herself.
— ‘Who is he, really?’
Jiang Xuan’s lips curled meaningfully, his slender fingers casually snapping a finger.
The dim inside of the car was momentarily illuminated.
A ball of cold, white flame twirled at his fingertips.
Who was he really?
He, was Heavenly Dao.