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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.

stood at the

again, yet another time… he went

*

her throat and, after unmuting the phone, softly said, “Hello, Aunty —

No response.

“Aunty?” Tang Wan frowned.

child’s milky, muffled voice, “Are you looking for my grandma? She went downstairs, and she’ll be back soon. Sister, what’s your surname? I’ll go

the little ancestor of the Jiang Family could it be? The voice sounded innocent and well-mannered, so Tang Wan’s tone softened by a few degrees, “It’s okay,

of voice that even women found soothing and attractive, purposely softened, making it

your voice

“Thank you.”

little fellow was already holding onto the banister with one hand, the phone in

is Tang, like Tang in ‘Tang, Song,

a voice so nice, you must be

house, the little one had long learned the art

this even as she felt pleased deep down. After chatting for a while, the little fellow found his grandmother, “Grandma, the phone,

his mouth wide, silently mouthing

milk and go to sleep.” She had come downstairs to get

Jiang answered the phone, Tang Wan’s tone of voice naturally

Wanwan, with our Xiaowu going over, he’ll surely trouble you in many ways. I do feel a bit

won’t be any trouble for me. You’re being too polite.” His schedule was managed by the Jiang Family, no need

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

…

tattling wasn’t

However,

for everyone to be blind just because one person made a mistake,

The only possibility was…

Jiang Fifth really did want to

chatted a bit more and exchanged contact information before Jiang Jinsang took back the phone and returned to

**

Mrs. Jiang expressed her sentiment after hanging up the phone, thinking that she and Tang Wan got along quite well and it’d be great if she could really marry into

a glass of milk

was still working, video conferencing with some senior executive. Only when he saw the little one enter did he say a summarizing sentence, “Let’s pause here for now; talk

had already placed the milk on the table. Like a koala, he clambered onto his father’s body