Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots

30: 030 Creepy Uncle 30: 030 Creepy Uncle If it were someone else, they would have been so intimidated by his inherent aura that they wouldn’t dare to speak.

But Xia Ye didn’t.

Not only was she not afraid, she actually followed his words, walked to his side, pulled up a chair for herself, and sat down.

And she sat quite close.

Closer than when they were eating.

So close that Jiang Xuan’s hand, holding the contract, became slightly tense.

Turning his head, the little girl was smiling at him.

Her eyes curved into a half-moon, carrying a fatally innocent look.

Jiang Xuan’s throat bobbed, and just as he was about to speak, the little girl beat him to it, “I’d like to ask for a favor~”

Jiang Xuan: …

Heh, no wonder he thought Xia Ye was quite well-behaved today.

Soon he realized that Xia Ye wasn’t just asking him for help, but also, it was for her third brother that she was asking for his help.

Jiang Xuan’s face darkened slightly, his gaze returned to the contract, and he spoke indifferently, “It seems your third brother is quite important to you?”

Xia Ye nodded as if it were a matter of course, “Yes?”

If a real brother isn’t important, then who is?

Certainly not this weirdo?

Jiang Xuan’s expression grew stern, and he replied mercilessly, “I’m very busy, we’ll talk later.”

Jiang He was busy with some other matters outside, and when he came back to the study, he happened to witness this scene.

Not surprised at all, he actually patted Xia Ye on the shoulder with an understanding look, comforting her, “He really is busy normally.

If you need anything, you can ask me, maybe I can help.”

The number of people seeking Jiang Xuan’s assistance was countless; being rejected to her face like Xia Ye was actually one of the better outcomes—most people wouldn’t even get to see Jiang Xuan.

Xia Ye politely said thanks, but she didn’t discuss her third brother’s matter with Jiang He.

Though her third brother’s influence at the border paled in comparison to Jiang Xuan’s, it was still easy enough for him to outmatch Jiang He.

**

At 2 P.M., Xu He looked up at the time on the wall, feeling that Little Tiangao should be returning soon.

Fearing her daughter would check upon her return, she hurriedly asked the maid to apply her medicine to her arm.

Lifting her sleeve, Xu He was stunned.

“Do you see if this bruise has really improved a lot?”

It had only been a few days, right?

Could it be the medicine…

The maid felt that the lady was truly gentle and naive, “Oh, how much strength could the second young mistress have; the bruise she made, of course, would heal quickly?”

Xu He thought for a moment and then lightly nodded her head.

Just as she finished applying it, Xia Xian in a loose, casual home outfit came out from the inner room, lazily plopped down on the couch, saw the medicine in the maid’s hand, and took it, “Blood resolving and bruise healing?

Just what I need for my sore shoulder.”

“You got hurt again?” Xu He asked anxiously.

But the maid’s attention was entirely on another matter, “Young master, you shouldn’t use this, this is for the second young…”

She meant to say “the second young mistress made it up and it’s entirely ineffective,” but before she could speak out, Xia Xian replied, “I have tough skin, just a slapdash application will do.”

Xia Xian naturally carried a somewhat sinister aura, and the maid didn’t dare to contradict him, forcefully swallowing back her words.

The border was a dangerous place, and Xu He had always wanted Xia Xian to pursue his career back in the country.

But she could advise all she wanted; for Xia Xian, it was in one ear and out the other.

He always liked challenging tasks; the kind of by-the-book job like his eldest brother’s just wasn’t for him.

But thinking of the batch of goods that had been detained, a trace of irritation colored his brow.

After a little while, there was the sound of a car outside—it was Xia Ye coming back.

Xia Xian touched his earring, his smile rogue-ish, “Did that Jiang boy apologize to you?”

Xia Ye changed her shoes as she entered the house, twisted her neck, and replied nonchalantly, “Right, I ran into that uncle at the Jiang Family’s place, talked to him about your batch of goods, not sure if he can help.”

The siblings were cheeky in identical ways.

Xia Xian was slightly taken aback, “How did you know?”

He always discussed these matters in the border language via WeChat, afraid that family would overhear and worry.

After some thought, it could only have been his eldest or second brother that told her.

Actually, he knew Little Tiangao might meet Jiang Xuan at the Jiang Family’s house but deliberately didn’t mention it, having heard from his second brother before that Jiang Xuan seemed to dislike her.

Now, without guessing, he knew Little Tiangao must have hit a wall.

Xia Xian felt pity, stood up, and was just about to touch her head when his phone suddenly vibrated in his hand.

An unknown number.

He answered, “Hello.”

There was silence for two seconds on the other end, then a man’s deep and calm voice spoke.

Just two sentences, concise and to the point.

“This is Jiang Xuan.”

“Send me the batch number of those goods.”