Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 261: Principal Chen was dumbfounded!

Looking at Dean Fan, who stood a head taller than himself, with a face of solemn seriousness and an aura of old-school academia quite pronounced, President Chen felt a sudden thump in his heart.

It’s over, it’s over.

Old Fan must have seen the little essay Yeye cobbled together last night.

Just last night he had vouched for Yeye’s honor, and today, it seemed his reputation was at stake.

President Chen glanced at Director Niu, who was peeking at them through the main office door, and said to Dean Fan with some gravity, "May I have a word with you in private?"

Director Niu pursed his thick lips.

Another little secret, how stingy!

Once inside Dean Fan’s office, President Chen closed the door.

Perhaps out of guilt, he didn’t look at Dean Fan’s expression; he walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the students passing by below, hands clasped behind his back.

That silhouette resembled that of an old father, heartbroken over his daughter.

He’s about to play the card of kinship.

"Dean Fan, actually, the paper Yeye wrote... was done last minute last night, so it might seem to you a bit..."

He thought to explain for Xia Ye first but didn’t realize that Dean Fan, standing behind him, stiffened upon hearing his words, taking another hard hit.

That paper... was actually written hastily last night?!

President Chen mustered all his courage.

After all, he was the president of the university. If he wanted to push Yeye through, what could a mere dean do?

With that thought, he turned around and faced Dean Fan directly.

Just as he was about to start blustering—

Dean Fan suddenly grasped his hands, and in those bright, spirited eyes was not blame but gratitude!

President Chen: ...

Dean Fan, shaking the hands he grasped firmly: "President Chen, thank you!"

President Chen: ......

Dean Fan: "If it wasn’t for your recommendation, such a talent would have been snatched away by the Mathematics Department or the Automation Department..."

President Chen was stunned.

At first, he thought Dean Fan might be using sarcasm, for Old Fan was known for his acidity and backhanded compliments, especially when mocking others.

But as Dean Fan’s excited speech continued, President Chen looked down at his hands that had been squeezed pale.

He wasn’t being sarcastic.

Could it be that Yeye really...

"Last year’s best was a paper on nanomaterials by Shen Zhiqiao, the year before was Wang Heng’s on medical imaging. Those papers, although excellent, were biased towards new materials and didn’t touch on the essence of biomedical science. It’s understandable, as for fresh graduates, materials are the easiest entry point; once you get into the essence of biomedical science, that involves very specialized knowledge..."

Dean Fan’s tone was somewhat astonished: "But this year, Xia Ye’s paper, which discusses the highly specialized topic of biological neural control, although mostly theoretical and lacking professional calculations, I can say without exaggeration that just her insights into neural control theory could stand up to those of fourth-year seniors..."

If it were someone without real achievements, Dean Fan could criticize them severely but if someone showed true capability, he didn’t hesitate to offer praise.

President Chen’s expression went from dumbfounded to delighted, visibly changing at a rapid pace.

Dean Fan’s eyes sparkled as he looked at President Chen, who remained silent. He chuckled, "Why do you seem more shocked than I am? Didn’t you know all along that she was made of this stuff?"

President Chen came back to his senses, clearing his throat a few times: "Yes, yes, I told you, didn’t I? She is really talented in this area; you have to trust a student for whom I vouched my reputation, right?"

Honestly, although Dean Fan had initially acquiesced, he wasn’t entirely convinced. He was aware that President Chen tended to be without principles when facing the top scorers of the college entrance exam each year. So this morning, when he saw Xia Ye’s paper among those Director Niu shared, he downloaded and read it immediately.

Unexpectedly... President Chen wasn’t bluffing this year...

Dean Fan: "If, as you say, she wrote this paper overnight, it shows her knowledge in the field is incredibly solid..."

Thinking of something, he suddenly turned to President Chen: "Are you sure she’s a recent graduate? She didn’t spend seven or eight years on a retake or anything, did she?"

"..." President Chen: "Bright and spirited, not yet eighteen."

Dean Fan sighed as he looked out the window.

He was increasingly looking forward to welcoming this newcomer to the biomedical field this year...

**

Whether one was admitted into their desired major, the earliest results wouldn’t come out until mid-July.

So the Xia family had no idea what Dean Fan and President Chen discussed in the office nor the attitude they held.

But... it seemed no one from the Xia family was particularly worried about this; with Little Tiangao’s grades, even if biomedical science didn’t take her, other premier schools and majors would.

The only one concerned was President Chen himself.

He feared that this perfect scorer would end up at another school.

Xia Ye had already arrived at Godear and was having dinner with Uncle Jiang.

They entered a medium-sized private room. If the room was too big, it would actually have more people inside, whether piano players or servers, making it less private.

After entering the room and ordering food, Jiang Xuan asked the waitstaff to leave.

Sitting opposite him in the western restaurant, with its long tables, Jiang Xuan was clearly dissatisfied with the distance; he pulled out the chair beside him and patted it with his large hand: "Sit here."

Xia Ye was too lazy to move and showed no intention of doing so.

Jiang Xuan coaxed further: "Come over, it’ll be more convenient for me to peel shrimp for you."

That convinced Xia Ye.

The shrimp here was delicious, but difficult to peel.

But just as she was passing by Jiang Xuan, intending to go around to the chair next to him, Jiang Xuan moved the chair back and simultaneously extended his arm, enveloping her in his embrace.

Xia Ye’s body tipped over before settling firmly on his lap, her arms instinctively encircling his neck from the momentary imbalance.

Xia Ye turned her face and glanced at Jiang Xuan: ...

She realized that when Uncle Jiang asked her out to eat today, it wasn’t actually about the meal.

Perhaps it was about "eating" her.

Xia Ye didn’t bother to fight him; she relied on him to transfer Spiritual Energy to her now and would definitely lose if they sparred.

A wise man submits to circumstances.

Far from trying to break free, she instead nestled conveniently into the crook of his neck.

Eagerly absorbing some Spiritual Energy.

With this position, she indeed resembled a boneless little fox.

The man had broad shoulders; he looked lean but was in fact strong and sinewy. Resting on him, her body didn’t need to exert any effort and felt very comfortable.

Not to mention the nourishment from the Spiritual Energy.

Xia Ye’s breath was mere millimeters from Jiang Xuan’s firm side neck.

Gently exhaling warm air.

Jiang Xuan had intended to tease her, but instead, he found himself growing increasingly hot and bothered.

He couldn’t help but recall that precious, one-time kissing experience.

The young girl’s tender lips, soft to the point of collapse.

Jiang Xuan’s arms gradually tightened around her, unaware to the girl engrossed in absorbing Spiritual Energy.

Too delicate, as if they would break with just a bit more force.

Jiang Xuan slowly exhaled, his lips unconsciously curving into a smile.

Hopefully, no one with stronger Spiritual Energy than him would turn up...

Before then, he had to make sure their relationship became more legitimate sooner rather than later.

Even though he had already unilaterally pierced couple’s earholes, he had yet to formally discuss what exactly their current relationship was.

"My lord, Xia—"

Dong Mao opened the door and upon seeing the scene in front of him, quickly shut it with a "bang."

Standing outside, his heart was pounding.

Just now on the chair, there were two balls of pure Spiritual Energy intertwining.

He had noticed before that his master was acting unusual recently.

The once reticent and icy giant iceberg had been smiling more often. The higher-ups were also saying that the president had become more approachable than before.

Though the master himself would not admit it, Dong Mao, on a few occasions passing by the master’s office, even heard him humming a tune while reviewing contracts!

It was only later, through Shen Jing’s gossip, that he learned the master seemed to be... with Miss Xia.

Who would have thought that a few months in the human world would be more effective than a few thousand years on Ear Mountain!

Luckily the master came along. Now that the little ancestor has been punished to descend to the human world without any Spiritual Energy, he’s much more docile than he was on Ear Mountain.

His master’s strategy of striking while the iron is hot... ah spit, that is, offering timely help, was indeed brilliant!

But... the little ancestor surely doesn’t know the master is Heavenly Dao, right?

If she knew the master’s identity, wouldn’t his own identity be exposed too?!

Damn it!

Dong Mao shook his head, figuring everything seemed calm recently, so she probably didn’t know yet.

Just as he was pondering, a deep and magnetic voice from inside called out: "Come in."

Dong Mao responded and re-entered the room, where Xia Ye had already returned to sit beside Jiang Xuan.

The dishes hadn’t been served yet, and Jiang Xuan didn’t know what Dong Mao was trying to do, coming in.

He looked visibly impatient, much like his expression when his phone suddenly died in the middle of a call with Xia Ye last time.

Dong Mao felt this might not be the most beautiful moment to bring up the matter, but for the Chicken Clan’s prosperity and continuation, he had just bribed the kitchen with a hefty sum...

He steadied his nerves and crafted a sincere smile: "My lord, Miss Xia, the kitchen staff just informed us that they ran out of chicken today. The French roasted chicken, red wine braised chicken, and hand-torn Bresse chicken Miss Xia ordered... they can’t make any of them. However, the kitchen mentioned they have freshly arrived suckling pig and giant Tasmanian crab available. How about..."

That was a clever move.

Miss Xia was planning to devour three chicken dishes in one meal, and Dong Mao almost cried upon seeing the menu.

The little ancestor was smart, but even scoring top marks on an exam wouldn’t justify such a celebration, right?

Dong Mao definitely couldn’t let this human world tragedy happen!

"Sold out?" Xia Ye propped her chin with one hand.

Her tone did sound somewhat regretful, but not as much as Dong Mao had envisioned.

He mustered his courage: "Yes, Miss Xia, it’s truly unfortunate. Since there’s no chicken, you might want to consider something else."

Xia Ye narrowed her eyes slightly: "Who says there isn’t any? There’s clearly one left."

Dong Mao was taken aback: "Where is there still one?"

Did he not do a thorough enough job?

Jiang Xuan gave him a ’fend for yourself’ look, which he missed.

He only saw Xia Ye beckoning him with a finger: "Come here, I’ll tell you where it is..."