Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 379: Do you want to have a boy or a girl?

After finishing a set of experiments, Xia Ye noticed Jiang Xuan and Professor Bian standing outside, chatting about something.

"What are you guys doing?"

Professor Bian swiftly tucked the Treasure Tome back into the drawer, then locked it with two keys, "Your uncle came to see you, and classes just ended, too. Take a break, and we’ll continue after the next class."

Professor Bian left, and Jiang Xuan walked in. Xia Ye turned toward him while leaning back against the chair.

Jiang Xuan looked at her leisurely, the corners of his thin lips curling into an almost imperceptible smile, "You have quite a few disciples."

"Huh?" Xia Ye didn’t understand where his comment had come from.

Which disciple?

Tian Ye?

Tang Shiji?

Tian Hanwen didn’t count as a disciple, at most a little brother...

But counting them one by one, she did indeed have quite a few disciples...

The nearby equipment emitted a ’buzzing’ sound that was especially noticeable in the silence.

Jiang Xuan took two steps closer to her, his presence bringing a somewhat oppressive feel, "And they are all male disciples..."

Xia Ye shifted back slightly; she understood even less what he meant by that.

Uncle Jiang seemed really concerned.

Could it be he was worried she’d have disciples all over the place, aiming to usurp his position in Heavenly Dao?

She had absolutely no interest in that.

Whoever wants the role of Heavenly Dao can have it, as long as it doesn’t interfere with her making money.

Xia Ye recalled her disciples...

"I have female disciples too, the cute kind."

Jiang Xuan stared at her with a half-smile, no better than before.

Xia Ye unplugged the power to the equipment, and the buzzing noise stopped instantly.

Comforting.

She then asked, "Which disciple did you see?"

Jiang Xuan, "The one surnamed Bian."

Xia Ye furrowed her brow, "Professor Bian?"

Jiang Xuan, with hands in his pockets, casually leaned against the desk beside her, "I saw a book at his place earlier, the one you wrote."

This guy always managed to leave something behind in the human world every time he came.

Xia Ye reacted for a moment before she realized.

No wonder Professor Bian had such a strong reaction to that ancient book she saw earlier...

Jiang Xuan glanced at the equipment on her desk with an ambiguous tone, "Thinking of joining the Academy of Sciences?"

Xia Ye picked up an empty thermos beside her, standing up to pour herself some water, "Yeah, it seems interesting, and I might even run into the guy who kidnapped me..."

Jiang Xuan reached out to push her back down into the chair, taking the thermos from her hand and went by the water dispenser to get her some warm water, "Leave the crime-solving to the police; you don’t need to worry about that."

The person who had kidnapped her was very cautious, having not exposed any fatal slip-ups so far.

And one thing was certain, it couldn’t have been a ’normal person.’

Xia Ye stretched her sleek, fair neck to watch him get the water, "I want cold water."

But Jiang Xuan, with the cup in his hand, continued to hold it under the tap with the red heating light still on, showing no signs of getting her cold water, and forcefully said, "You’re human now, women should drink warm water."

Xia Ye’s temple twitched violently:...

Perhaps the earlier notion that he was becoming more likable was just an illusion; he was as annoying as ever, and she really wanted to pin him down and give him a good beating...

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In the second experimental class, Professor Bian and Xia Ye were in the inner room, while Jiang Xuan sat in the outer room, busy with the contract Shen Jing had sent him on his phone.

Completely silent, without making a sound.

There were some trivial parts in the contract, and Shen Jing sent a voice message via WeChat, "President, is it convenient for you to have a voice call?"

Jiang Xuan glanced at the utterly adorable Xia Ye absorbed in her work in the inner room, and texted back to Shen Jing.

Jiang: It’s not convenient, and don’t send voice messages either, converting them to text can cause errors.

Shen Jing sent back one word: Understood.

Professor Bian looked at the man sitting quietly outside, then turned to look at Xia Ye again.

Why did he feel the relationship between this uncle and niece was... somewhat extraordinary...

The lightbulb above him suddenly lit up, oh right, Professor Jiang’s last name was Jiang, and Xia Ye’s was Xia, so he clearly wasn’t her real uncle...

Throughout the whole class, Xia Ye’s gaze toward him became somewhat affectionate.

She calculated quickly, he should be her 499th generation disciple.

The little disciple she had taken on by a stroke of fate had continued to pass on her legacy.

Professor Bian didn’t catch on, thinking it was his own allure.

Xia Ye tilted her head and looked at him, "Professor Bian, do you have any disciples?"

"I haven’t found the right fate yet," Professor Bian finished speaking, his palm paused on her desk, his expression suddenly holding a mysterious smile, "Yeye, do you want to... become the professor’s disciple?"

Xia Ye:...

She had absolutely no intention of that!

If she became Professor Bian’s disciple, wouldn’t she be like a snake trying to swallow an elephant?