Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots

Chapter 74 - 74 074 is a bit low-key and flirty, huh

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74: 074 is a bit low-key and flirty, huh…

Shen Jing leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words.

Dong Mao deeply agreed, and without realizing it, even let out a “giggle giggle giggle” sound.

Shen Jing was startled.

“What’s that sound you’re making?

Sounds like crowing.”

Dong Mao realized the issue and immediately pursed his thin lips tightly, “You’re the one crowing, your whole family is crowing!”

Jiang Xuan was oblivious to the two men gossiping about him in the tea room; his mind was elsewhere because “Heaven Has No Eyes” had sent him another message.

Now, the sight of this WeChat name no longer repelled him as it once did, even kindling some anticipation within.

Anticipation for the messages “Heaven Has No Eyes” sent him.

Heaven Has No Eyes: About that meal we talked about last time, why not just go for it today instead of picking another date?

Jiang Xuan superficially replied with just two words: Fine then.

It appeared quite aloof.

Internally: yes!

Heaven Has No Eyes: Then I’ll come find you after school tonight.

Jiang: Wait for me after school, I’ll come pick you up.

At Beijing No.1 Middle School, it was just the second extended break of the day, and Xia Ye received the reply, remembering that starting today, they would also have evening self-study sessions.

Heaven Has No Eyes: By the way, we don’t get out of school until 8:55 pm, is that okay?

The other party responded instantly with three words: I know.

Xia Ye was stunned, he knew?

But the sender quickly realized something was amiss and retracted the message to resend.

Jiang: That’s fine.

Xia Ye’s mouth twitched slightly.

This guy seemed, a bit reservedly saucy…

**

Under the influence of “Leisure and Fun Record”, the Monday for the senior students of Beijing No.1 Middle School seemed to pass by faster than usual, even with the addition of several hours of evening self-study, it did not feel lengthy.

In Class 1, ten minutes before the end of evening self-study, Zhao Yuhuan distributed the math test papers from the previous week and explained a multiple-choice question that many had answered incorrectly.

She spent the entire day teaching math to both Class 1 and Class 19, but she had only assigned this set of papers to Class 1 because of its difficulty.

She was well aware of the capabilities of Class 19’s students; even had they taken it, only a few would have passed, and she didn’t want to waste her effort on them.

Rather than having the weaker students struggle with these advancement questions, it was better to focus on their basic knowledge and increase the average score.

After all, her performance was judged by the outcomes of the class she served as head teacher.

After explaining that multiple-choice question, Zhao Yuhuan noticed that virtually every student’s desk held a Chinese literature book, indicating what they had just been studying during the evening self-study session.

She had heard that the classical Chinese essay had been included in the required syllabus for the college entrance exam, but she didn’t think there was a need to be so anxious about it.

Perhaps it was because Emperor Yang taught Chinese literature that she had always been biased against it; past years’ test scores had proven that the Chinese scores of good students were generally similar, around 110-120.

Unlike with math, where there were significant score gaps between those who did well and those who did not.

Zhao Yuhuan adjusted her glasses.

“Alright, a few days of memorization should do, don’t fall behind in the other subjects.”

The students chimed in agreement.

When class ended, students put away their papers and started asking each other how far they had memorized that ancient text.

Zhou Yao also asked Xia Yourong.

Xia Yourong replied, “I’ve memorized the first five paragraphs already.”

She answered with a carefully modulated volume so almost the entire front half of the classroom could hear her, and many admiring glances were directed her way.

Tian Ye turned to look at her.

“Xiaorong, you have such a good memory, I’ve only just started on the fourth paragraph.”

Xia Yourong smiled modestly, “This essay is indeed quite challenging, but it becomes easier to memorize once you understand its meaning.”

But such a profound and refined essay isn’t something just anyone can understand.

If even the good students found it challenging, there was no hope for her embarrassingly poor-performing younger sister!

She even felt that having Xia Ye memorize it would be a complete waste of such a fine essay!

**

By the time school let out, it was already dark outside.

Many streetlights in the campus were on, lighting the way home for the throngs of students.

A car with its headlights on was parked at the road junction outside the campus.

Jiang Yunzhou recognized it at a glance—it was his younger uncle’s car.

Unexpectedly, not only had his younger uncle driven him to school on the first day of term, but he had also come to pick him up after the evening study session!

He suddenly felt like he was about to become the reluctant pet of the bigwigs.

What to do?

So annoying!

As he thought this, he ran towards the car with a grin that split his face from ear to ear.

He naturally reached out to open the passenger door, only to find it was locked and couldn’t be opened.

He had no choice but to walk around to the driver’s side and knock on the window.

The car window slowly rolled down.

Jiang Yunzhou said innocently, “Uncle, the door’s locked.

I can’t open it!”

Jiang Xuan looked at him for two seconds, then ‘hmm’ed.

Jiang Yunzhou: “?”

‘Hmm’?

He didn’t unlock the door after hearing his words and just ‘hmm’ed in affirmation?

What does that mean?

Jiang Xuan smiled politely and clarified, “I’m not here to pick you up.”

Jiang Yunzhou suddenly had even more question marks above his head.

If he wasn’t there to pick him up, then who was he there for?

Did his younger uncle have other nephews at First Middle School?

As a young girl’s figure approached, Jiang Yunzhou finally realized.

There might be no other nephews, but his younger uncle did have a niece.

As Xia Ye passed by Jiang Yunzhou, she gave him a slight nod in greeting, followed by the sound of the car unlocking.

Xia Ye walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and got into the car.

Jiang Xuan started the car, turned the steering wheel, and drove away.

Jiang Yunzhou just stood there, staring blankly as his younger uncle took away his Little Fairy.

And left him in a cloud of high-end car exhaust!

What on earth was going on??

Meanwhile, at the gate, two sneaky figures were looking in their direction.

“Xiaoruo, isn’t that your family’s car?” Zhou Yao asked with a face full of gossip.

Xia Yourong’s expression was grim: “It’s not.”

Zhou Yao exclaimed: “Then why did Xia Ye get in the car?

I definitely saw a man sitting inside just now.

She couldn’t be dating some rich guy, could she…”

It was dark by then, and it was actually not very clear what the person in the car looked like, but Xia Yourong recognized Jiang Xuan’s car, so she knew exactly.

But she would never tell Zhou Yao that the man in the car was the very same Jiang Xuan whom Zhou Yao pestered Jiang Yunzhou about, wanting to get to know him—the consortium magnate.

Xia Yourong pinched her wrist, subtly insinuating, “My sister often doesn’t come home until late at night, I don’t know if she’s gotten to know someone in society, but…

it’s not necessarily a wealthy person, right?”

Zhou Yao thought the car looked pretty and belonged to someone of status, but after what Xia Yourong mentioned, she thought back carefully about the car’s logo, indeed one she had never seen before.

Could it be just some low-profile, no-name car with appearances to the contrary?

Convinced, her envy disappeared, leaving only contempt on her face: “We’re still high school students; she stays out late at night without coming home.

Don’t your parents care?”

Xia Yourong’s face seemed troubled: “There’s no helping it, my sister is very good at hiding things, so Mom and Dad have no idea at all.

If only others could see this side of her, though it might not be good for her reputation, it may help her recognize her mistakes sooner…”

Zhou Yao appeared to be inspired, suddenly looking at her.

Xia Yourong quickly pretended to be nervous and waved her hands: “Forget it, forget it.

As if I didn’t say anything…”