Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 252 - 219 Jiang’s happiness and his name is Shen Zhixi_4

Jiang Xuan directly locked his smartphone screen and slid it into his trousers pocket, the corners of his mouth hooked with a profoundly sly smile, "Sorry, I only have enough data to send it once."

All three brothers squinted their eyes at the same time.

He wouldn’t be doing that on purpose because he didn’t want to share with them, would he?!

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Class 19 hadn’t yet organized their graduation dinner, and they felt that even if they did organize one, they would not be able to find a place more upscale than Godear.

So they decided to treat today as their graduation dinner and go wild.

Since they were at Godear, they absolutely had to order some red wine, and Tang Tianjiao also poured herself a glass.

Xia Ye asked her, "Doesn’t your grandfather forbid you from drinking?"

Tang Shiji was rather strict with his granddaughter, and generally, those who practiced swordsmanship should abstain from alcohol.

But Tang Tianjiao had long admired the scenes in martial arts films where heroic figures drink boldly, "No worries, no worries, my grandfather isn’t here anyway."

Xia Ye glanced toward the entrance, "Actually, my dad invited your grandfather today..."

Before he could finish, Tang Tianjiao had already downed her glass of wine, "Refreshing!"

She even urged Xia Ye to drink after finishing, "Xiaoge, have some too."

Xia Ye had always been weak when it came to alcohol. He was about to say, "Then I’ll join you in a drink...", when Zhuyao, the disciplinary committee member, directly took the glass Tang Tianjiao was handing to him.

"No no no, Xiaobao is still a baby! Not of age yet! You can’t drink!"

A vein in Xia Ye’s forehead twitched.

He barely forgave her for the sake of the stewed chicken feet.

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By nearly three in the afternoon, the students started to leave, unable to hide their reluctance.

Tang Tianjiao’s face was flushed from drinking, and she wanted to perform a sword dance for Xiaoge and the others without a sword, but as she turned around, she ran smack into Tang Shiji, who had just come out from the adjacent guests’ area.

Neither the granddaughter nor the grandfather had told each other they would be attending the banquet, and both had sneaked in; so when they ran into each other at this moment, Tang Shiji looking at his drunken granddaughter paused for three seconds, and on the fourth, Tang Tianjiao took off running, followed closely by the still vigorous Tang Shiji—

The students burst into laughter for a while before reluctantly being sent into the elevator by Xia Ye.

Godear’s elevator was very large, but it still took several trips to accommodate an entire class of students.

After sending off the last group, Xia Ye watched as the elevator went straight up from the first floor to the third, then back down to the second.

The elevator doors opened, and a waiter was helping Old Madam Jiang out.

Xia Ye had overheard the waiters talking, saying that someone had reserved the third floor as well.

Since Old Madam Jiang had come down from the third floor, they must know each other. Xia Ye, curious, stepped forward to greet, "Grandma Jiang."

Upon seeing her, Old Madam Jiang’s face blossomed into a smile like summer flowers, and without waiting for Xia Ye to ask, she took the initiative to mention, "Mr. Shen from Hai City is planning to expand into Capital City. Today, they happened to have a banquet upstairs as well. Their feast was also winding down, so I went up to say hello."

Xia Ye could tell from her tone that this Mr. Shen was someone of no small significance. She naturally took over from the waiter, escorting Old Madam Jiang back to the guests’ area, "You’re both from Hai City, of course you know each other. Greeting him is only proper."

At the same time, another group of waiters entered the elevator with cleaning carts, headed for the third floor.

Old Madam Jiang patted the back of Xia Ye’s hand with a smile, "Yes, Mr. Shen is a great philanthropist. Despite being only in his early thirties, he’s a notable figure in Hai City."

She didn’t know where her thoughts were drifting, but she suddenly let out a long sigh, "It’s just a pity, heaven envies the talented. Over a decade ago, a sudden disaster struck, and a perfect pair of legs..."

"Ding—"

As she was speaking, the elevator behind them made a noise again.

The elevator doors opened, followed by a quiet, wheel-like sound rolling over the carpet.

Mrs. Jiang subconsciously turned her head and saw a group of people coming out of the elevator.

The man in the front, seated in a wheelchair, wore a finely tailored grey suit, his handsome face peerless, with a pair of delicate glasses on his prominent nose, looking cultured and respectable.

The wheelchair beneath him was finely crafted, full of technological sense, functional and convenient, clearly a very expensive luxury item.

Mrs. Jiang’s eyes sparkled, wondering how Mr. Shen ended up on the second floor?

Behind him was his secretary, and beside him were several other men in suits and leather shoes, their expressions respectful as they followed along.

Those men occasionally bent down to consult Mr. Shen on certain details in the contracts.

The party looked serious, and it seemed they didn’t realize they had arrived at the second floor, assuming they were already at the first.

The legendary Mr. Shen, although in a wheelchair, one could tell from his upright upper body that if he could stand, he would certainly be very tall. But at the moment, sitting in the wheelchair, he seemed even more eye-catching, like a stunning yet fragile work of art.

Many second-floor waitstaff had only heard their colleagues talk about the mysterious big shot who had booked the third floor, confined to a wheelchair, but they had yet to see him in person.

Now, seeing him for the first time, they all whispered excitedly among themselves.

"Wow, he’s really handsome! I thought Xiaowang was exaggerating when he told us."

"So handsome and so rich! It’s just a shame..."

"What’s there to pity? I’d be willing too!"

"Stop, stop, stop, you may be willing, but Mr. Shen might not be."

Mrs. Jiang, without changing her expression, dropped the subject and patted Xia Ye’s hand, taking her forward to say hello.

This was a good opportunity to take advantage of Mr. Shen’s mistaken floor and help her favored younger generation make some connections.

However, before the two could approach, they suddenly saw Mr. Shen’s pen drop to the floor.

The black pen seemed to have a mind of its own as it rolled forward, straight and true, bumping precisely against Xia Ye’s white sneakers and stopping. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Xia Ye bent down to pick up the pen, lifted her gaze, and met Mr. Shen’s leisurely eyes looking towards her.

Mrs. Jiang took this chance to greet Mr. Shen and naturally brought Xia Ye to his side.

Xia Ye handed him the pen, and the man reached up to take it back.

Their fingertips barely touched, his particularly cool to the touch.

"Thank you," Mr. Shen had been maintaining a gentle and refined smile since he saw her, showing no surprise.

Those cool-toned, light-colored eyes seemed to harbor solid emotion, yet in the blink of an eye, that emotion vanished instantly, making one feel as if they had been seeing things.

A few seconds passed, and Mr. Shen deliberately crafted a slightly surprised expression and spoke in a low voice, "You must be this year’s top scholar with perfect scores, Xia Ye, right?"

Xia Ye looked at him, her gaze slightly cautious, not answering directly.

The man smiled, unconcerned about revealing his identity, and extended his hand to her first, introducing himself: "Hello, Shen Zhixi."