Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots

20: 020 Jiang’s family will soon have a mistress…

20: 020 Jiang’s family will soon have a mistress…

As they spoke, Xia Xing’s flashy bright blue Bugatti sports car drove into the courtyard.

It came to a stop, and three people got out of the car.

The chattering servants, who were animated just a moment before, suddenly froze.

Xia Tiao, Xia Xing, and Xia Xian’s faces, handsome to a fault and somewhat similar in features, were lined up together, creating a visually stunning feast!

It had to be said that the Xia Family’s genes were truly good, highly recognizable.

Even thrown into a crowd, they could be spotted instantly.

The three of them with thin smiling lips walked leisurely while chatting and laughing.

Leading the way was the eldest brother, Xia Tiao, with broad shoulders and long legs, standing tall and proud.

Dressed in a properly tailored black suit, with chiseled features, as a high official in the O Alliance Secretariat holding confidential intelligence, his job nature had long cultivated an imposing aura that was hard to defy.

A step behind was the third brother, Xia Xian, who at first glance, appeared the complete opposite of Xia Tiao.

The sleeves of his shirt were casually rolled up to his elbows, and his gait was relaxed.

His stunningly beautiful face blurred gender lines, marred only by a faint scar above his eyebrow.

He also wore a black earring on one side.

A real troublemaker.

Xia Xing took off his cap, used to hide himself, and hurried to catch up with his brothers, “How long do you plan to stay this time?”

Xia Xian turned back, his lips curling up in a mischievous smirk, “One day longer than big brother.”

Xia Tiao gave him a sidelong glance, “You know the day I’m leaving?”

Xia Xian, “It doesn’t matter when you leave, I’ll stay one day longer with Little Tiangao~”

Xia Tiao kept his face cold as ice, “Shameless.”

Regarding their love-hate relationship, Xia Xing was long used to it, “Your rooms are all ready, and Little Tiangao will be back by noon.”

Upon entering the house, the servants took their luggage to their rooms.

The luggage wasn’t much.

Xia Tiao had a not-so-large suitcase.

Xia Xian just had a black bag.

“By the way, I heard that Mr.

Jiang personally came to our family to break off the engagement that day?

Do you have his contact?” Xia Xian casually flopped onto a sofa and unfastened a button at his neckline.

Xia Xing had grabbed a bottle of drink for himself from the fridge and tossed one each to his brothers as he turned around, “Why?”

Xia Xian caught it with one hand, his tone casual, “A batch of goods got detained, I heard he has some influence over customs.”

Xia Tiao didn’t accept the drink but poured himself a cup of very refreshing cool boiled water, squinting at Xia Xian.

Daring to pull off such edge-walking tricks right in front of a high official of the O Alliance Secretariat.

Only Xia Xian would be so bold.

Xia Xing threw his cap carelessly onto a table, took a sip of his cold drink, “Looking for his help?

Then you’d better hurry.”

Xia Xian, “Why?”

Xia Xing spoke nonchalantly, “Our Little Tiangao, it seems, annoyed him last time.”

“Can’t be, right?

Little Tiangao is so adorable!” Xia Xian paused, pondering for a while before asking again, “So, do you actually have his contact or not?”

Xia Xing bluntly, “No.”

Xia Xian leaned his head back, “That’s troublesome, I heard he rarely goes to the office, basically untraceable.”

Xia Xing, with a knowing look that was asking for trouble, scoffed, “Men, when they are single, are unsettled.

Don’t we also constantly run around?

Don’t be fooled by Mr.

Jiang’s unfathomable demeanor; he can’t escape this rule either.

Whenever he feels like it and returns to the office, maybe the Jiang’s will soon have a lady of the house…”

Xia Xing could never have guessed, just as he was saying this.

On the other side of Capital City.

Jiang Xuan had just had a shower, stepping out of the bathroom, his dark hair only half-dried.

He leaned against his desk and picked up a mobile phone on the side.

He scrolled through his WeChat contacts for a while, finally finding an account named “Assistant Shen Jing.”

His slender, attractive fingers tapped a few times on the screen, sending over a message.

[Prepare yourself, starting tomorrow, I’ll return to the office.]