Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heires

Chapter 124: An Insurmountable Disparity

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xia Ruya flinched for a moment, for she was now the ignorant one. “I’ve only heard that the Dew Essence—a beauty formula passed down from the ancient palaces—is the star product of the Floral Lingo Pavilion.”

Wen Yuya asked, puzzled, “Sister, what do you mean? Isn’t the Dew Essence the most lavish treatment here?”

Wen Xinya smiled subtlely. “Dew Essence is extracted from inexpensive fresh flowers. However, as the extraction technique has been lost to the world, it’s now dear due to its rarity. The Floral Lingo Pavilion is well-known in the beauty arena for having grasped the formula for the Dew Essence.”

“Oh, I see!” Enlightened, Wen Yuya’s eyes lit up with excitement towards the pool of Dew Essence that she could not wait to luxuriate in.

Xia Ruya’s expression had also changed at the view of the Dew Essence. “Looks like we’re in luck today.”

Wen Xinya’s smile faded to an apologetic look. “The Platinum packages here have to be made three days in advance—based on the particulars of the individual, the aromachologist will concoct a personalized blend of Dew Essence tailored to her preferences and skin conditions. I’m afraid...”

I’m afraid... that both of you can only watch while I enjoy the most lavish spa.

Wen Yuya’s expression instantly turned nasty, and her huge almond eyes shot daggers. “What’s your intention then, when you got us to follow you here, Sister?” action

Obviously, Wen Xinya wanted to humiliate them. Xia Ruya clenched her fists tightly, sinking her sharp nails into her flesh to maintain her composure. “Have you invited us to observe your indulgence in the most premier luxury in the world?”

“Although the Dew Essence bath’s out of the question, there’s still the massage by the best therapists in the Floral Lingo Pavilion in a while. I’ve invited you guys to join in the pampering out of goodwill.” Taking her time, Wen Xinya undressed, and as she entered the pool, she instantly felt her pores open. Surrounded by the fresh scent of the Dew Essence, her stiffness melted away—the effects were indeed outstanding.

Wen Yuya resisted the urge to slap her entranced face. “I get it. Thanks for the thought, Sister.”

Xia Ruya bit down on her lips as her large eyes filled to the brim with tears ready to fall as beads at the slightest movement. “What a waste, I was looking forward to the Dew Essence bath.”

Closing her eyes gently, Wen Xinya could feel her pores sponging up the nutrients of the Dew Essence greedily.

A service staff then brought over some fruits, pastries, and tea.

Wen Yuya glanced at the fruit platter which consisted up to 7 or 8 special varieties, as well as the exquisite pastries—none of which she had ever seen.

Wen Xinya casually plucked a piece of Niagara Grape, stuffed it into her mouth, and felt its sweet juice flowing down her throat. It was splendid.

Xia Ruya’s eyes vaguely filled up with maniac jealousy. She felt inexplicably superior and despised Wen Xinya. So what if she were the eldest daughter of the Wen Family, so what if she possessed better looks—she had led a wandering life for fifteen years and was merely a little thug on the streets. She was coarse, her actions graceless, her words vulgar, devoid of refinement, cultivation, and knowledge. Even if she went from rags to riches overnight, she would sooner or later fall from grace—eventually losing everything she had to her.

As such, she had never considered Wen Xinya a worthy opponent!

So what if she had changed—she did not have foundation back at the Wen Family, was not in the good books of Grandma and Uncle Wen, had Aunt Ning and Wen Yuya constantly picking on her, and only had Grandpa’s sympathy as the only offspring of the Wen Family. With careful management and minor tactics, she could easily make the Wen Family abandon her.

However... for the very first time, she clearly felt her place—the illegitimate daughter of the Xia Family who had previously held the title of the Wen Family’s eldest daughter. Their disparity was already insurmountable.

Wen Xinya possessed the status of the most premier Platinum member in the Floral Lingo Pavilion and indulged in the most premier luxury in the world, while she could only spectate her enjoyment, ashamed of the Silver membership card—that she had prided herself on—tucked away in her purse.

“Show my companions to the jacuzzi bath.” Wen Xinya instructed in a listless sigh.

The service staff acknowledged verbally and proceeded to leave the bathroom with the green-eyed Wen Yuya and the fuming Xia Ruya.

An hour passed with Wen Xinya soaking in the bath, and she was only brought to the massage room after the pool left her whole body soft and relaxed.

Wen Yuya and Xia Ruya were already waiting, unexpectedly, alone in the massage room.

“Where’s the service staff?” Wen Xinya asked casually.

Xia Ruya’s gaze sparkled briefly. “I couldn’t find my phone and got her to check if I left it in the jacuzzi bathroom.”

Nodding, Wen Xinya settled on the massage bed.

Just then, the service staff returned with a pink phone which she handed to Xia Ruya. “Miss, indeed, your phone was misplaced at the jacuzzi bathroom. Do safe keep it and be careful in the future.”

Xia Ruya said gratefully, “Thank you so much. There’s a lot of important stuff in this phone, and it’s valuable to me. I almost thought I wouldn’t get it back.”

The service staff said with a smile, “As long as it’s really lost in the Floral Lingo Pavilion, it’ll naturally be found.”

Xia Ruya repeated her gratitude, before putting the phone away.

The service staff hurried over to Wen Xinya and apologized. “I’m sorry, Miss Wen, for the delay. Let me get you.”

Wen Xinya nodded.

The service staff put on soft music in the room—the gentle melody flowed freely, soothing the tension instantly.

Three masked masseuses then entered the room, of which a lanky one walked directly over to Wen Xinya’s massage bed. “Miss Wen, masseuse no. 09 at your service.”

“No. 09!” Wen Yuya shrieked. The top 5 masseuses at the Floral Lingo Pavilion were: no. 00, 05, 08, 09, and 99. Each of them possessed leading massage techniques—rumored to have been passed down from the ancient families of Chinese physicians—beneficial for health maintenance, healing, and anti-aging properties comparable to acupuncture.

“Can’t believe you have the honor of getting one of the top 5 masseuses at the Floral Lingo Pavilion, no. 09, to attend to you, Xinya.” No matter how hard she tried to suppress her emotions, Xia Ruya could not hide the tinge of jealousy in her tone.