Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 468: Night Brother 295 is here!_3

He spoke in a placating tone, "Hello? Boss, we’ve already arrived. You want me to come inside with the young miss...huh? Let me in?"

Instead of disembarking, they wanted him to enter the plane.

Moreover, they emphasized that he should go alone...

Cook swallowed nervously, instructed the bodyguards to stay put, and carefully opened the cabin door. Before he could get a clear view of the situation inside, he was yanked in by a beautiful hand gripping his collar.

Such a lovely fragrance—

The bodyguards waiting outside:...

"Ah, young miss, you want to...ah, it tickles, tickles, tickles..."

"I, I can do it myself, how could I trouble you to do it yourself..."

"The pants too???"

Behind them, Xia Xian closed the cabin door, and Cook’s especially misleading voice abruptly stopped.

The bodyguards collectively swallowed hard.

Ten minutes later, when the cabin door opened again, Cook came out...

No, that wasn’t right; the bodyguards took a closer look and realized it wasn’t Cook, but the young miss dressed in Cook’s clothes!

The same suit, when worn on Xia Ye’s body, exuded a completely different style. His legs, sheathed in black trousers, were long, straight, and slender, adding an edgy handsomeness to his entire figure.

Xia Ye fastened the matching gentleman’s hat, its brim pulled low to conceal those enticing, bewitching eyes.

The bodyguards could only see her fair, delicate skin, and those lips that, even without any expression, seemed to curve up slightly.

Cold yet charming.

Xia Xian followed close behind. Just as the bodyguards were about to follow, Xia Xian snapped his fingers at them, pointed at one of them, "You, go buy some men’s clothing and bring it to Cook."

"..." Bodyguard: "Yes."

This wasn’t Xia Ye’s first time cross-dressing; she was well-practiced at it.

Cook was about the same height as her, and the clothes fit her even better than they did Cook himself.

The siblings walked with composure to the entrance of the casino.

The uniformed doorman was briefly startled upon seeing the two of them.

Such attractiveness...

Especially the slightly shorter one behind, although it was getting dark, his little face was as white and radiant as fine jade.

Xia Xian, hands in pockets, stepped forward to shield the doorman from his heated gaze.

Realizing his lapse, the doorman promptly stood at attention: "Sorry, could you please present your VIP card."

Xia Xian tilted his chin up a little, pulled out a black card from his chest pocket, and handed it to the doorman.

This was the highest-level VIP black card currently in circulation in Golar.

The scanner beeped, and upon seeing the VIP’s identity, the doorman immediately bowed respectfully: "Mr. Xia, please come this way, your private room is ready."

Once inside the casino, Xia Ye took a deep breath of the air thick with the scent of liquor.

This is truly the home of my ancestors~

Besides the aroma of alcohol, this place was also a natural reservoir of vital essence, but now that she had a Daoist companion, the reservoir of vital essence held no attraction for her.

Well-dressed men and sexily clad women intertwined, flirting, chips slipping through fingers like sand, with the liquor serving only as foreplay.

Xia Xian signed in at the front desk, noticing his sister already eager to get started, he playfully shook the private room card in his hand: "Little Tiangao, our room is 1909. Want to go ahead?"

Most attendants here didn’t understand Chinese, so the two could speak more freely.

Xia Ye agreed.

Just as Xia Xian turned to leave, he suddenly remembered: "Oh right, Little Tiangao, since you don’t speak the local language, let Big Brother help you..."

But before he could finish, he heard Xia Ye conversing fluently with an attendant beside him in the local language, without any communication barriers.

The attendant nodded repeatedly: "Of course, Mr. Xia, right this way..."

Xia Xian looked a bit stunned.

Little Tiangao wasn’t speaking Chinese or English, but a language unique to the region.

And she was speaking it very fluently, her pronunciation even more proficient than his own.

It was just that she had used a rather outdated syntax, similar to classical Chinese in the Chinese language, not often spoken by modern locals, but it didn’t hinder understanding.

Does Beijing University... teach the local language now??

"Sorry, Mr. Xia."

Only after Xia Ye and the attendant disappeared into the elevator did the front desk suddenly look nervously at Xia Xian: "I’m sorry, I gave you the wrong room card. Yours is 1908. I’m really sorry, there were too many guests today, I’ll amend it for you right now..."

"What’s going on, how can there be a mistake?" Xia Xian frowned in displeasure, passing the private room card to the front desk with his fingertips.

Then, it dawned on him—

No, Little Tiangao had already gone to 1909!