The Tyrant Father’s Pampered Daughter Chapter 183 - You... You Want This?

Chapter 183: You… You Want This?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Ye Siming remembered him, but he didn’t hide his displeasure at all.
“It’s you again. Is this your seat?” Ye Siming asked coldly.
Jiang Xiaoran looked at Ye Siming’s toned shoulders and waist that was covered by his clothes, as well as the sword at his waist.
Grandpa said that a wise man submits to circumstances…
He quickly shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This seat used to be mine, but at this moment, it’s not anymore. It belongs to you guys now!”
After saying that, Jiang Xiaoran laughed foolishly. “The two of you can sit here. I’ll go to the back.”
Jiang Xiaoran’s temper was domineering and ostentatious. There were not many people in the class who had a good relationship with him.
He walked around the classroom and realized that those who were close to each other were basically sitting together.
There were only two seats left for him. One was the seat behind Ye Siming and the other was next to him.
After thinking about it, Jiang Xiaoran chose to endure the scalp-numbing sensation and sat behind Ye Siming.
At least Ye Siming didn’t have eyes on the back of his head.
Jiang Xiaoran never expected that as soon as he sat down, Gu Nuo’er would walk towards him with a messy face.
When he saw Gu Nuo’er, Jiang Xiaoran almost reflexively held onto his wallet tightly.
“Young Miss, we’re in school today, you don’t have to spend money.” he reminded her politely.
Gu Nuo’er placed her elbows on his table and rested her face onto her small hands, pushing up her chubby cheeks.
She blinked her big eyes and looked at Jiang Xiaoran. “I know that. I’m not here to ask you to buy things. I just want to take a look at you.
“It’s because Teacher said that this class is for children between five to eight years old. But you look like you’re already 12 or 13 years old. Why are you still here?”
Jiang Xiaoran felt a pain in his scalp.
There it was! There it was! This brat actually asked the question he hated the most in his life!
However, there was no malice in Gu Nuo’er’s eyes, only pure curiosity.
Jiang Xiaoran laughed dryly. “I… I’m more eager to learn. I like to set my foundations well in the class for the younger kids. This way, it won’t be difficult to learn in the future. Do you understand?”
Gu Nuo’er nodded obediently. “Oh, I understand a little. Does one have to learn the foundations for four to five years? That’s really difficult!”
Jiang Xiaoran’s smile froze and he was furious inside.
He was about to pinch Gu Nuo’er’s chubby and ink-stained face and shake it to tell her to mind her own business.
However, from the corner of his eye, he saw that the cold-looking youth in front of him had turned to the side and rested an arm on his table. Although Ye Siming’s slender fingers were hanging down, he was still gently tapping on the side of the table.
From the looks of it, if he was not careful, Ye Siming would come over and break his neck.
This damned pressure!
Gu Nuo’er lowered her head and took out the small bag at her waist. Soon, she took out a small yellow candy that Noble Consort Qiao had given her when she went out this morning.
She took the initiative to hand it to Jiang Xiaoran.
“Here, this is for you. You treated us last time. Take this as a thank-you gift. Don’t stand on ceremony~”
Jiang Xiaoran stared at the yellow candy in her small palm and felt that he was being toyed with by her.
Did she think that this worthless piece of candy was worthy as a thank-you gift?
However, looking at Gu Nuo’er’s bright eyes and the clear smile in them inexplicably made Jiang Xiaoran feel very comfortable.
Forget it, forget it. This girl was still young.
He wouldn’t stoop to her level.
Jiang Xiaoran took the candy from her and the teacher happened to enter the classroom. Gu Nuo’er quickly turned around and ran back to her seat.
Jiang Xiaoran was about to throw the candy into his mouth when he saw Ye Siming staring coldly… at the candy in his hand.
Jiang Xiaoran stopped his actions.
“You… you want this?”