Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 493: Mayor visits house no. 304!

The driver was Tokta, clad in a serious suit, his boss’s signature slicked-back hair now washed and trimmed into a clean, short style.

With this attire, he might not be recognized by the employees of Golar.

But he did look quite handsome.

The reason for Tokta’s notable transformation today was twofold; first, they were about to visit the descendants of a benefactor, and second, because the middle-aged man sitting next to him in the passenger seat.

In fact, the mere fact that Tokta was making such a formal visit was already newsworthy enough for paparazzi to blockade and sneak photos, but the real protagonist of the day was the man sitting primly beside him.

He was a middle-aged man, bearing a striking resemblance to Tokta but emanating a very different aura.

The man’s hair was graying at the temples, and he exuded an intimidating presence forged from long-tenured power; without any expression, he still imparted an immense sense of authority.

This was Hilder City’s mayor, Pus—Tokta’s father, whom even Tokta rarely got to see.

To understand how prestigious the mayor’s title was, one first needed to understand Hilder City.

Hilder City, the most flourishing Silicon Valley at the border, and their residence in the Wealthy District was just the tip of the iceberg...

Beneath Hilder City’s prosperous façade lay military defenses and armed forces that the O Alliance dreaded.

Tokta’s attire had been approved by Pus. If he hadn’t cut that hair, which looked like it belonged to a mob boss, Pus had planned to start the city’s anti-vice campaign beginning with his son.

Just a few days ago, at the city hall meeting, a secretary reported that a citizen had called the mayor’s hotline claiming to be his son, who wanted to inform him that they might have found their benefactor.

Pus was overwhelmed with emotion. Knowing the importance Chinese place on the Spring Festival, and particularly on New Year’s Eve, he squeezed time out of his schedule today, ensuring his son prepared some presentable gifts to personally express his gratitude.

This visit was meant not to pressure the hosts, so he purposefully sent the city hall’s driver away and let his son drive.

He hadn’t notified the Xia Mansion in advance, planning to just show up.

He had his reasons for this approach; he had heard from his elders that the benefactor was a low-profile, mysterious individual of great moral standing, who might leave if he knew in advance about a visit.

The benefactor’s descendants were likely of the same disposition, which is why Pus decided to risk being impolite this time.

The gifts Tokta had prepared for the visit, abiding by the highest Chinese etiquette, were now placed in the car trunk.

He glanced at his father, who appeared slightly nervous, and couldn’t help but want to complain, "Getting in touch through the mayor’s hotline to find your own father, must I be the first ever?"

Pus turned and glanced at him. Over the years, being busy with governmental duties had indeed led him to neglect his family, but at this moment, all he could think about was the joy of meeting the descendant of his benefactor. He wasn’t in the mood to console his younger son, so he gave his shoulder a pat, replying with feigned affection, "Don’t talk nonsense, Bekta; you’ll always be a good son to your father."

Tokta’s mouth twitched sharply: ...

Bekta, who’s that?

Quick, tell me you’re being naughty on purpose!

Tokta decided to not speak to his father again until they reached the Xia Family!

In just one hour, the agile Filipino maids had the Xia Mansion sparkling anew.

Previously, when Xia Ye was absent, Xia Xian alone at the border never celebrated the new year, and the maids had no chance to experience the Chinese festive atmosphere.

Bright red lanterns and exquisitely intricate paper cuttings added a festive charm to the view.

Jiang Xuan’s car arrived at the Xia Mansion first, prompting Xia Xian to pause his teachings of mahjong to Little Tiangao and come out to greet them.

Shen Jing followed behind his boss, holding several red boxes.

They contained items like cordyceps and ginseng, which Jiang Xuan knew were plentiful at Xia Ye’s place, so he had just casually brought some.

The box at the bottom was specially prepared by him, a red dress suitable for daily wear.

It was New Year, and he had prepared new clothes for his little girlfriend.

Shen Jing respectfully handed the clothes to Xia Ye, who looked inside and saw it wasn’t a dress, that was acceptable.

Xia Xian felt somewhat ashamed; as a careless man, he had completely forgotten to prepare new clothes for his little sister during the New Year. Compared to him, Jiang Xuan seemed much more thoughtful.

Thinking this, he quickly urged Xia Ye to go change into it.

Xia Ye agreed.

After the girl left, Jiang Xuan and Xia Xian stood silently at the door, struggling to find a conversation topic, feeling somewhat awkward.