Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots

23: 023 Pretending gone wrong 23: 023 Pretending gone wrong On the way back, Xu He received a phone call.

The temperature had warmed up today, and the car windows were wide open.

Her voice was dispersed by the wind, and Xia Ye could only faintly hear her ask, “What time will you approximately arrive?”

It seemed someone else was coming to their home.

Moreover, from Xu He’s somewhat distressed expression, it was clear—

the visitor was not a friendly one.

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When Xia Ye arrived home, there was still only one Bugatti parked in the courtyard.

Entering the foyer, he heard the chaotic voices of the servants.

“Eldest young master, you’ve got the hand soap, this is the dishwashing liquid!”

“Second young master!

Be careful not to cut your hand!”

“Oh dear third young master, the meat needs to be thawed before cutting!

The kitchen is not a place for young masters!”

Xia Ye changed his shoes and entered the house.

Following the noise, he looked toward the kitchen.

The next second, his steps halted.

Their family kitchen was a disaster!

The table and floor were cluttered with items, and the trash bin was filled with blackish “activated carbon”, which was the burnt eggs.

The three brothers had never cooked before, lacked culinary skills, but were still quite meddlesome.

The eldest was a germaphobe, insistent on repeatedly washing and sterilizing each utensil.

The second was obsessed with precision, committed to cutting a single carrot into 20 perfectly equal cubes.

The third suffered from anxiety and had been sharpening the knife for half an hour.

Only their Little Tiangao could inspire such a spontaneous decision to cook among these three stoic men.

Wu Ma guessed that the second young mistress had just returned, and the young masters would definitely spoil her, but she had never imagined it would be to this extent.

In her ten years with the Xia Family, when had she ever seen the young masters enter the kitchen?

Usually, they were even too finicky to pour themselves water.

Hearing noises from the foyer, the brothers all turned their heads in unison.

Only then did Xia Ye notice that his germaphobe elder brother was even wearing an apron.

The typically cold and serious eldest brother, paired with a tacky pink floral apron.

That scene…

“Little Tiangao.”

Xia Tiao and Xia Xian looked up, their lips curving into smiles, instinctively wearing an indulgent grin.

Although they had seen many photos of their little sister in the family chat, seeing her in person stirred profound emotions in their hearts.

“Big brother, third brother,” Xia Ye smiled and called out obediently.

Xia Tiao said, “You and mom take a seat, big brother will cook something delicious for you today.”

Xia Xing asked, “Little Tiangao, do you prefer carrot cubes or strips?”

Xia Xian interjected, “Give it a rest, my sister loves chicken the most.

Little Tiangao, wait for third brother to make you some chicken.”

The three exchanged glances.

It was a flurry of knife flashes and sparks.

The competition was on.

Fearing the smoke would bother their tender little sister, they even specifically closed the kitchen door.

Xia Ye chuckled and led Xu He to the sofa area.

Xu He had been preoccupied with accompanying him to the hospital and hadn’t even applied medicine to her arm.

Xia Ye asked for the ointment, intending to apply it himself.

Upon hearing that Little Tiangao would personally apply her medicine, Xu He’s mood immediately warmed, despite having originally been agitated by the messy kitchen.

While he was applying the medicine, not long after, the sound of Wu Ma’s ingratiating laughter echoed from the front door.

It was the person from the phone call who had arrived.

In a matter of seconds, a portly figure appeared in the living room.

This person was Qiao Yufen, by generation, Xia Ye’s grandmother.

When Xia Ye was born, the family had been overjoyed.

Only she had disdainfully clicked her tongue and said, “Why is it a girl?”

Wu Ma cautiously supported her to the sofa opposite Xia Ye, as if handling a revered golden Buddha.

“Old Madam…” Wu Ma gestured toward Xia Ye, hinting with her mouth.

Qiao Yufen, with droopy eyelids, scrutinized Xia Ye, who was still leisurely applying medicine to Xu He, acting as if he hadn’t noticed her arrival, furrowing her brow in annoyance.

The previously light and cheerful living room became instantly oppressive with her presence.

Xu He’s expression tightened slightly.

The word “Mom” had barely reached her lips when she was cut off by a harsh scolding.

“I’ve been here for half a day already, and your daughter doesn’t even know to greet people?”

Halted mid-sentence, Xu He could only give Xia Ye a look.

Only then did Xia Ye look up, noticing the imperious old lady who had appeared opposite him at some unknown time.

Expecting a respectful greeting from Xia Ye, Qiao Yufen snorted arrogantly.

However, Xia Ye spoke in a tone neither salty nor bland.

“And you are…?”