The way Di Jinxuan carried herself with such composure and decisiveness gave an oddly reassuring yet exciting feeling.
If Jinxuan were awake right now and saw her like this, he’d probably be head over heels in love, maybe even acting all domineeringly cute.
Xiaowu had seen Nangong Jin act coy with Di Jinxuan before, and that scene... well, it was an invisible display of affection that could make anyone drown in sweetness.
Jinxuan’s typically cool deanor at Netherworld Pavilion was already deeply ingrained in everyone’s mind, but the first ti Xiaowu saw Nangong Jin being affectionate with her, he inexplicably chuckled for days.
Xiaowu couldn’t help but glance at her again. Her eyes were still closed, yet sohow she exuded an unexplainable sense of calm.
Thinking back, when she made the phone call, she didn’t waste any extra words. She simply asked everyone to gather together, saying she’d explain everything once she arrived. If this had been soone slightly less composed, they might’ve rambled incoherently on the phone, which would have only wasted ti. After all, there were three of them, and if each person had to repeat the incident in detail and separately answer erratic questions, it would be a massive waste of ti and energy.
Instead, it was smarter to et face-to-face, explain everything in one go, and then deal with it decisively.
There’s no denying that Di Jinxuan was incredibly steady.
Xiaowu had been considering how best to help Nangong Jin resolve the issue, but then Di Jinxuan stepped in. And this wasn’t just stepping in—it was the kind of move that felt like the entire capital shuddered under her command.
This woman’s family background, social connections... truthfully, there were few in the Empire who dared cross her.
It was only fitting for her to exude such boldness and dominance, yet she managed it without being ostentatious, always maintaining a deliberate and composed deanor—a stark contrast to her youthful appearance.
It was precisely this contradiction that made her irresistibly magnetic.
In fact, thinking about it, this might just be the hallmark of Di Family blood. The three sons of the Di Family.
Di Mingzhe was steady and iron-fisted, Di Mingchen swift and decisive, and Di Mingjue renowned for his resolute efficiency—getting straight to the point without wasting a single word.
So, even though Di Jinxuan was a young girl and still quite youthful, being born of the sa parents, it was only natural that so of their character traits would shine through in her.
Di Jinxuan carried traits unique to a woman, such as gentleness and a soft charm, but she also bore the hallmark qualities of her three brothers.
Indeed, dragons beget dragons, and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, while mice can only dig holes.
So traits that run in one’s veins are simply unchangeable.
This is precisely why so many won dream of marrying into powerful families—not rely for their wealth but because there is always sothing extraordinary about them.
They possess qualities ordinary people lack, traits that set them apart—be it high intelligence or an unwavering perseverance over decades. These are what make them erge from diocrity and rise to prominence as a powerful family.
So, being part of a powerful family isn’t rely about material riches; it’s about the inherent qualities within their bloodline that destined them to live above diocrity.
Because compared to ordinary people, they’re always just that little bit better.
Lost in thought, Xiaowu drove like the wind, eager to rush to the Vice Presidential Residence as fast as possible.
At the Vice Presidential Residence, Di Mingzhe, Di Mingchen, and Di Mingjue had already gathered, waiting.
The three exchanged silent glances. That’s just how the brothers were—each belonged to the kind who rarely spoke, reserved and composed.
Di Xiaxia, of course, was also there. Standing close to Di Mingzhe while noticeably pregnant, she couldn’t help but voice her concern. "What’s going on with Xuanxuan?"
"No idea," Di Mingchen furrowed his brows first. "But judging by her tone, it seems serious. She told if I didn’t show up within thirty minutes, she might not make it."
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