She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 682: You can Drop Out

Based on Nora's appearance and talent, Malaya believed that Nora could definitely find an excellent marriage prospect. It wouldn't be worth it to give up her studies just because of Cheyenne.

"Mom, I've made up my mind. I absolutely refuse to admit Cheyenne as my teacher!" Nora declared with an arrogant tilt of her chin, her cold and resentful gaze locked onto the figure gradually moving away. 'Cheyenne, just you wait. I won't let you outshine me!'

Five days later, in Jostrana.

Just after a heavy snowfall, the trees on the streets were covered in a layer of silver snowflakes, creating a picturesque scene resembling an ice and snow kingdom, pure and clean.

Most of the houses on the main street were wooden structures. The roofs had a sloping curve, allowing rainwater to drain off easily during the summer. But for now, the houses were also covered in a layer of white snow, and faint white smoke drifted out of the chimney.

The world was quiet.

Suddenly, in the midst of this silence, came a burst of elegant and melodic music. The people on the street dropped what they were doing and gathered on the main street.

This scene surprised Cheyenne, who was new to the area. She turned her head and looked outside the café, where she saw a procession slowly making its way through the snowy landscape, with a grand display.

She bit into a fish ball and her cheeks puffed out into a round curve, contrasting with her delicate and beautiful face, adding a touch of cuteness.

"Eat slowly, it's nothing special, just a procession of the Oiran," Yvonne said, worried that she might choke on the food. She quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Cheyenne, cautioning her. "What is it?" Cheyenne asked, swallowing the fish ball whole.

bright eyes sparkled. Yvonne couldn't help but soften her heart when faced with those beautiful eyes. Anyone would

"Okay."

Yvonne stood in the crowd, and there was a faint murmur of discussion around them. Two women behind Cheyenne were talking

Oiran parade. I wonder if some big shot

heard that the chairman of the Snowflake Group is coming, so the Oiran

is here,

I was in junior high school. It's

chairman of the Snowflake Group? When Cheyenne heard these words, she instinctively narrowed her eyes and absently rubbed her palm with her right hand that covered the back of her left hand. This was

approaching procession, although it was only a distance of less than twenty meters, Cheyenne felt that the Oiran

expression, Yvonne quietly explained the local customs and

procession. Oiran are high-status courtesans, and Jostrana has preserved many traditional customs, with the Oiran procession being one

go out to welcome

procession were around thirty years old, dressed in black-based white-patterned Jostrana men's

poles with lanterns hanging on them, with

dressed in red dresses. They appeared to be around eight or nine years old, with adorable features and beautiful long

oiran. In their hands, they held

the center, walking

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was covered in a layer of white foundation, as pale as wallpaper. The rouge on her cheekbones extended from the outer corner of her eyes,

butterfly-shaped lips, which were unusually small and lush.

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