Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 434 - 284 is not a teacher, it’s an old......_2

Yang Qiange watched as more and more comments piled up, a smug smile playing on her lips.

She clicked on the last comment, chose to reply, and composed a message meant to skew the public opinion before hitting send—

The next second, a dialog box popped up.

’The post you are replying to has been deleted.’

Yang Qiange: ???

When she clicked back to the post she had just seen, indeed, it had been deleted.

She tried to apply for the post’s restoration but failed every time until she lost her patience and muttered ’Such bad luck’.

She thought that was the end of it, but little did she know...

Meanwhile, in the CEO’s office at Jiang Corp.

Dong Mao looked at Jiang Xuan with a face begging for praise, "Master, I found the post within ten minutes of its posting and already deleted it."

Jiang Xuan gave him a cool glance, "Ten minutes? That’s somewhat long."

Dong Mao’s eyebrows quivered, and he quickly straightened his hands down the seams of his trousers, "Yes, I will pay attention next time."

He had been in charge of monitoring that school forum for a while now.

When the little ancestor was at First Middle School, he was the administrator of the First Middle School forum.

Now that the little ancestor was at Beijing University, he had become the VIP administrator of the Beijing University forum.

Indeed, Xia Yourong had once posted on the First Middle School forum about the village girl Xia Ye getting a spot in the school through connections, and it was immediately deleted. Xia Yourong always thought it was because she included Xia Ye’s photo, which involved student privacy, but in reality...

This time, not only had Dong Mao deleted the post, but he also kept a record of the poster’s ID and the photo they posted, handing both to his master.

Jiang Xuan put down the document in his hand, his gaze falling on the poster’s ID account.

If it had been a petty act of jealousy by a regular student, deleting it would have been enough.

But this photo was taken in Xia Ye’s dormitory.

Someone with such thoughts, living and eating with his little girl every day...

Jiang Xuan was genuinely worried.

However, he wasn’t concerned that his little girl would be bullied—that would be underestimating her.

His main concern was that her temper might flare up, leading her to do something drastic, and then she would face punishment afterward.

The little ancestor had always been straightforward and rough in her approach.

Jiang Xuan took another careful look at the photo; it not only captured the white mouse but also Xia Ye’s... presumably her desk?

He remembered that on the first day Xia Ye moved into the dorm, he and the Xia Family had prepared all living essentials for this little ancestor, yet in just a few months...

A pretty young girl had turned herself into a rough old man.

Jiang Xuan knitted his thick brows, shaking his head in resignation.

After a while, he said to Dong Mao, "Later, I’ll list a few items, help me prepare them."

Dong Mao: "Yes!"

In the evening, Jiang Xuan carried a fairly large bag, yet Xia Ye still arranged to meet him in a secluded park far away from Dormitory Building No. 11 at the school.

"Jiang Uncle..." Xia Ye began to greet him but suddenly stopped mid-way, looking at him with a smile, "Do you prefer me calling you ’Jiang Uncle’ or ’Professor Jiang’?"

Jiang Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, pondering deeply for a few seconds, "I would prefer you call me ’old’..."

"Teacher?" Xia Ye thought for a moment, "Never mind, I’ll stick with Professor Jiang then."

Jiang Xuan: ...

Was she teasing him?

That definitely wasn’t what he intended to say!

Xia Ye noticed the large bag he was carrying, "What’s that?"

Jiang Xuan casually placed the large bag on the stone table, and from his effortless manner, the bag seemed as light as cotton. However, when the bag landed on the stone table, it made a ’thud,’ clearly quite heavy.

That sound, easily seventy or eighty pounds at least.

Jiang Xuan had bought many items, all sorts of daily necessities that students might need in a dormitory.

From student-specific protective eye desk lamps to various 3C smart products... In the end, he even took out a... heavy, glittering, golden cage.

Xia Ye’s mouth twitched, "This... isn’t meant for my ’little brother’ mouse, is it..."

Not only did the cage look ostentatious, but even the water bottle, food bowl, and warming bed inside were all high-grade, antibacterial, eco-friendly products.

Jiang Xuan nodded slightly, "Before the mouse turns into a spirit, it’s prone to carry germs, so it’s better to be cautious."

Xia Ye: "...I’ll thank you on its behalf."

Jiang Xuan curved his lips, "You’re welcome. Can you carry it, or do you need me to help you carry it back to the dorm?"

Xia Ye felt this was a slight on her abilities.

A bag under a hundred pounds, and she would find it heavy?

Xia Ye: "I can carry it, don’t worry."

Jiang Xuan nodded, got up to leave, then paused as if he remembered something.

"Oh," he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out several tickets, a hefty stack, "Here, take these. See if they’re of use to you, a client gave them to me..."