Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 22: 022 Little Ancestor of the Jiang Family: Second Uncle’s Fence Can’t Be Dug? (Part 3) Chapter 22: 022 Little Ancestor of the Jiang Family: Second Uncle’s Fence Can’t Be Dug? (Part 3) Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Tang Wan held her breath, her body tense. His approach had already crossed the safe distance between people.

But before she could speak, Jiang Jinsang had already straightened up. As he leaned over, undried water droplets from his hair slid down, splashing onto her shoulder.

It was scalding.

“You were so focused that I called you twice, and you didn’t respond,” Jiang Jinsang explained the reason for his approach.

The distance between them widened. He stood there, composed and indifferent, strikingly handsome.

“Wearing headphones, I didn’t notice. Have you finished your shower?” Tang Wan asked a pointless question, just trying to ease the awkwardness.

“Yes, then I’ll leave you now and not disturb your rest,” Jiang Jinsang was gentlemanly and restrained from start to finish.

He could make hearts race, yet he never made people feel he was overstepping boundaries.

One had to admit, this was a skill.

“I’ll see you out,” Tang Wan got up to see him to the door. After closing the door, she leaned against it, exhaling a long breath. This man was too good-looking for his own good, a complete homewrecker.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

“Miss Tang?”

She was leaning against the door, and the low knocking sounded like a hammer on her back, startling her heart out of rhythm, “What’s up?”

“My mother wants to have a word with you. Is it convenient?”

His mother? Mrs. Jiang?

It was likely either a video call or a phone call, probably knowing she wasn’t asleep. The two families’ elders were so familiar that refusing would be impolite. She had no choice but to open the door. As expected, Jiang Jinsang was holding a phone, only muted, so their conversation hadn’t reached the other side.

“It’s okay if it’s inconvenient.”

“It’s no trouble; give me the phone,” Tang Wan had seen Mrs. Jiang before and knew she seemed very elegant and kind.

She took the phone and couldn’t just stand at the door to take the call, so for the second time, she brought Jiang Jinsang back inside.

Jiang Family stood at the door, exchanging

yet another time…

*

unmuting the phone, softly

No response.

“Aunty?” Tang Wan frowned.

grandma? She went downstairs, and she’ll be back soon. Sister, what’s your

it be? The voice sounded innocent and well-mannered, so Tang Wan’s tone softened by a few degrees, “It’s okay, I’m not

Wan’s voice was gentle and soft, the kind of voice that even women

voice

“Thank you.”

The little fellow was already holding onto the banister

like Tang in ‘Tang, Song, Yuan,

little one’s brain turned quickly, “Sister, with a voice so

a scoundrel dad and uncle in the house, the little one had long learned the

as she felt pleased deep down. After chatting for

his mouth wide, silently mouthing two words:

go to sleep.” She had come downstairs to

phone, Tang Wan’s tone of voice naturally

Xiaowu going over, he’ll surely trouble you in

too polite.” His schedule was managed by the Jiang

be more tolerant and don’t take it personally. If he really does something too outrageous, just tell me, and I’ll definitely stick up

…

tattling

“domineering, malevolent” force at home, totally out of alignment with his image. However, given how Jiang Jinsang nearly “beat Tang Mo to death” today, she really didn’t believe that

martial arts practitioners; it was impossible for everyone to be blind just because one person made a mistake, and Tang

The only possibility was…

Master Jiang Fifth really did want

two of them chatted a bit more and exchanged contact information before Jiang Jinsang took back the phone and

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expressed her sentiment after hanging up the phone, thinking that she and Tang Wan got along

adjacent bedroom, the little one holding a glass of milk knocked on

did

the video call ended, the little guy had already placed the milk on the table. Like a koala, he clambered onto his father’s