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.

and her bright eyes sparkled. Yvonne couldn't help but soften her heart when faced with those beautiful eyes. Anyone would have a hard time resisting her.

"Okay."

murmur of discussion around them. Two women behind Cheyenne were talking quietly, and their voices carried to her ears with

Oiran parade. I wonder if some big shot is coming again

heard that the chairman of the Snowflake Group is

the Oiran is here,

procession was when I was in junior high school. It's

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 the person she had come to Jostrana

distance of less than twenty meters, Cheyenne felt that the Oiran had taken almost twenty minutes to walk, slower

Cheyenne's serious expression, Yvonne quietly explained the

seeing now is called the Oiran procession. Oiran are high-status courtesans, and Jostrana has preserved many traditional

go out to welcome them, and they will meet the distinguished guests at the

procession were around thirty years old,

processional poles with lanterns hanging on them, with the Oiran's name

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

held the oiran's

the center, walking with

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striking red cherry blossom patterned robe. Her face was covered in a layer of white foundation, as pale as wallpaper. The rouge on her cheekbones extended from the outer corner of

were delicately painted, accentuating her butterfly-shaped lips, which were

fan