Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 187 - 183 Ancestor Takes Action!

There was something even Qiao Yufen didn’t know—the old Madame Jiang had also edged her way up by being the other woman back in the day.

She despised the term "homewrecker" the most, and her face soured instantly.

Everyone in the inner hall fell silent.

Xu Qing had just returned to the inner hall after watching the servants prepare tea, and she walked in on this scene. Her eyes widened in shock, and she rushed over to pull her daughter aside, "Are you out of your mind? How can you speak to Old Madame Jiang like that!"

Yourong’s eyes were red, as red as the plant she had ruthlessly uprooted, and she seemed almost crazed, "Stand down! You dare to lecture me?"

Xu Qing: ???

Throughout this, Qiao Yufen was so frightened she couldn’t utter a word.

Her mouth was agape.

Old Madame Jiang was a person who cared about face. Although she looked extremely upset, she still held back her anger, clutched at her chest, and pretended that the granddaughter of the Xia family was just going crazy, her face full of indignation as she turned to Qiao Yufen, "Is this your eldest granddaughter? Does she have some issues with her mind..."

Little did she know, her words only further provoked Yourong.

Yourong pointed directly at her nose, cursing loudly, "Homewrecker! It’s your brain that’s sick!"

Old Madame Jiang staggered backward.

She called her a homewrecker again!!!

Qiao Yufen snapped back to her senses, "Hurry, someone come! Pull the young mistress away!"

Two servants immediately came up and dragged Yourong out.

Yourong struggled, kicking her legs forward, continuously hurling verbal attacks at Old Madame Jiang, "It’s just hooking up with a rich guy, what skill is that? I’m telling you! Your days of pride are numbered! I’ll sit and watch you get dumped by that man after he’s tired of you! You’ll become the laughingstock of the entire city!"

It could have been dismissed as mere insane blabber, but each of Yourong’s words hit Old Madame Jiang right in the heart.

Especially the last line: ’I’ll sit and watch you get dumped by that man after he’s tired of you! You’ll become the city’s laughingstock!’

It was just too cruel!

A wave of rage shot through Old Madame Jiang, darkening her vision—

"My God! Old Madame Jiang?"

"It’s bad! Old Madame Jiang has fainted!"

"Quick, call the doctor!"

**

Unlike the chaotic old mansion, the Xia family’s villa had a peaceful atmosphere.

Yuzheng returned home with his daughter after buying flower pots and sat on the sofa contemplating. His eldest daughter’s scheming was disheartening, but she mentioned something about a reserved place...

If such a place really existed, he would want to secure it for... Yeye!

If it had been in the past, he might have let it go, but last time in the third mock exam, despite the difficulty of the Chinese language paper, Yeye had scored full marks. Her Classical Chinese composition had even deeply impressed his scholastically gifted son.

That could be considered a special talent, right?

If she could gain admission to Beijing University’s Literature Department through recommendation, ignoring other subjects and solely focusing on studying literature, she would definitely keep up.

He opened the balcony window, lit a cigarette, and called Brother Zou.

Little did he know, Principal Zou sounded very helpless once he spoke, "Brother Xia, is this again your eldest daughter’s idea? I’ve explained it to her many times, why does she still think this way?"

Yuzheng: "Not really? She even secretly took the flower raised by my younger daughter, wanting to give it to you in exchange for a postgraduate recommended placement... Are you sure you didn’t mislead her somehow?"

Principal Zou, feeling wronged, "I really didn’t, Brother Xia, you know me. I love flowers, but I would never deceive my own students for a pot of flowers. Your eldest daughter even told me you agreed and instructed her to bring it to me..."

Yuzheng trusted Principal Zou’s integrity.

After hearing all this, he truly felt a chill run down his spine.

It was as if he had never known his eldest daughter.

To say one thing to someone’s face and another behind their back, and even claim that he had told her to give it to Principal Zou...

Xia Yuzheng took a deep drag of his cigarette.

This was the good daughter he had wholeheartedly nurtured, whom he once thought would be very promising, and who would, after he and Xiaohe were gone, be like siblings and take good care of Yeye...

Looking at it now, he who had once had such thoughts, was truly foolish to the core.

"It’s fine, Brother Zou, I understand what happened now. I was a bit impulsive just now, my apologies if I offended," he said.

"Oh, what are you talking about, we’ve been friends for so many years. It’s also my fault, I shouldn’t have coveted this treasure and caused trouble for your family," Principal Zou finally relaxed after he saw his old friend believed him. He carefully pondered what his friend had just said and suddenly realized something...

His tone raised slightly, "Right, Brother Xia, I just heard you say... it was the flower raised by your younger daughter? What do you mean? Could it be... the one you brought to the Botanical Association before was also found by your daughter?"

Xia Yuzheng’s tone carried a sense of pride: "Yes, if I may say so, my little daughter has a real affinity for flowers and plants, much keener than mine. Today, I saw several pots in her room that were even more beautiful than the last one. If my daughter agrees later on, I’ll find an opportunity to show them to you..."

There was a hint of showing off in his words.

My daughter’s flowers are for me to see, not you.

Subtle, subtle, subtle.

Principal Zou felt jealous.

He smacked his lips and cheerfully probed, "Is your little daughter in high school now? May I know which school she attends?"

Having heard that Brother Xia’s younger daughter had just been rescued from a criminal and brought back to Capital City, he guessed if she was in high school, it would be an ordinary one like No. 11 High School.

He asked deliberately, meaning he was considering moving her to his own school.

Xia Yuzheng truly felt it was not easy; although No.3 High School was not as prestigious as First Middle School, it still had high standards, and he knew Brother Zou only admitted students based on their grades, so he hadn’t dared approach him when initially looking for a school for Yeye.

Unexpectedly, he was now willing to bring it up actively.

Although, it was not necessary for Yeye anymore.

Over the phone, Xia Yuzheng smiled faintly—

"Thanks for your kind offer, Brother Zou, but my little daughter is studying at First Middle School, and she’s already in her final year, about to take the college entrance examination."

Principal Zou was momentarily choked upon hearing this.

First Middle School was far superior to No.3 High School.

After a moment’s pause, he awkwardly smiled, "Brother Xia’s daughter is truly as reputed, getting into First Middle School is not easy..."

Xia Yuzheng stood by the window and chatted a few more sentences with Principal Zou.

As he finished a cigarette, he saw his wife hurrying out from the inner room to find him.

Xia Yuzheng moved his phone away a bit and asked her, "What’s happened, Xiaohe?"

Xu He looked helpless: "Yourong has caused trouble again. I heard she made Mrs. Jiang from Hai City faint from anger, and the woman hasn’t woken up yet."

Xia Yuzheng hurriedly hung up the phone: "Mrs. Jiang? She came to Capital City? Why didn’t mom tell me?"

Xu He pressed her lips together and remained silent.

But her heart was clear as a mirror; the old lady must have been worried that knowing would lead them to bring Little Tiangao to meet Mrs. Jiang.

The old lady always felt that Little Tiangao would embarrass her in front of Mrs. Jiang.

Understanding her expression, Xia Yuzheng was silent, stepping back into the room: "I’ll call a specialist first, let’s wake Mrs. Jiang up before anything else..."

Xu He replied, "Yes, hurry..."

As the two of them were figuring out what to do, Xia Ye, who was eating a little pastry at the dining table, spoke up.

"Fainting from anger is a minor issue—no need to call a specialist for that——"