Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots

17: 017 Is this your room?

17: 017 Is this your room?

Jiang Xuan laughed bitterly out of extreme frustration.

Still trying to suck out [spirit] energy?

Very well.

You’ve grown some nerve.

He adjusted his tie, striving to stay calm.

Luckily, he had followed along.

**

Since neither party had any objections, the annulment of the engagement had become a done deal.

However, it was a matter between two families and not to be taken lightly, so Xia Yuzheng invited Jiang Xuan to discuss the details in the study upstairs.

Xia Ye remembered that she had something unfinished, told Xu He with a word, and also went back to her room first.

Upon entering the room and glancing around, Xia Ye furrowed her brows.

Someone had cleaned it up.

It was less cleaning and more like clearing out.

The calculation papers used for casual note-taking on the desk, the ointment samples she had been testing in the bottles, all had been discarded as trash.

She raised her hand to press her temples, paused for a moment, then called for Mother Wu: “From now on, there’s no need to clean my room, thank you.”

Mother Wu opened her mouth in confusion.

Did she know how messy her own room was?

The papers were covered in scribbles, and there was some sticky substance in the bottles that she didn’t know where it came from.

And yet she forbade anyone to tidy up?

But who was she to argue with the second young miss?

Mother Wu spoke up, still pretending to be considerate: “Miss, there’s no room of the young ladies that isn’t cleaned daily, don’t joke about that.”

Xia Ye was concise: “I’ll handle it myself.”

Seeing that Xia Ye was resolute, Mother Wu didn’t say anything more, pursed her thick lips, and left with a twist of her neck.

All the better if she didn’t have to clean—it saved her the trouble.

Sitting back at her desk, Xia Ye pulled open the small drawer on the side.

A pile of lush green leaves entered her view.

Fortunately, she still had many backup leaves that she had picked from the pot plants.

She remembered from before that Xia Yuzheng liked to cultivate flowers and plants, and there were many rare and valuable pot plants in the house.

Yet most people only paid attention to their ornamental and collectible value, unaware that among them were many with precious medicinal properties.

The thriving small plant in the living room, in particular, had excellent effects on activating blood circulation and dissipating blood stasis.

Since Mother Wu had thrown away the previous batch, she had to make a new one.

The flowers and herbs in the human world, no matter how valuable, were just so.

But for now, she had to make do with what was available.

She bowed her head slightly, looking serious and focused, a stark contrast to her usual carefree and unruly demeanor.

The desk lamp’s light cast a filter over her face, her skin so delicate that it seemed poreless, her dark hair cascading down her cheeks, and her uniquely beautiful eyes shimmered, captivating.

So beautiful it was almost unearthly.

Mother Wu had forgotten to close the door when she left; Jiang Xuan, coming down from upstairs, just so happened to pass by her boudoir.

The door was opened at a very subtle angle, just enough to reveal half of the girl’s figure, obscuring yet revealing.

Xia Ye had a keen sense of smell; the faint cold fragrance at the door was somewhat enchanting.

She didn’t turn around, lightly tapped the floor with her toes, leaned back carelessly against the chair, which tilted at a thirty-degree angle, very steady.

There was an indescribable wildness about her.

“Uncle Jiang, isn’t it rude to stand silently at someone’s room door?”

Jiang Xuan paused, slowly curling his lips.

The pink princess bed, the crescent white cute wardrobe, including the desk lamp in front of Xia Ye…

seemed to also be a children’s eye-protecting lamp.

He chuckled softly: “Is this your room?”

Xia Ye detected the sarcasm in his words, cleared her throat: “This was my room when I was three, I’m just staying here temporarily.”

Jiang Xuan arched his eyebrow in an ambiguous way: “I find it rather fitting for you.”

**

After they had discussed what needed to be discussed, it was already noon.

Yuzheng warmly invited them to stay for lunch, but Jiang Xuan declined gracefully: “I have some other matters, won’t impose.”

After seeing the guest off, Xu He went to Xia Ye’s room to call her darling for lunch.

Xia Ye saw that it was her, so she handed over a small jar of ointment she had just made.

Xu He examined the jar of ointment with great interest: “Little Tiangao, this is…”