Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 27: I entered Fifth Master’s room, and there were only the two of us. Chapter 27: I entered Fifth Master’s room, and there were only the two of us. Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The autumn wind was supposed to gradually cool at night, yet Tang Wan felt it blowing against her, making her restless.

Walking side by side with Jiang Jinsang, no matter how much they tried to maintain distance, their arms and elbows would inevitably brush against each other.

“Today, I heard from Grandpa Tang that you went out to meet a partner at the studio. Is there a new job?” His voice was as usual, cold and restrained.

“Yes, but Grandpa’s health is unstable, and with the weather getting colder, I’m even more worried about him. I’m afraid I won’t be able to work with peace of mind.” As the saying goes, it’s hard for old folks to endure winter, and as children, extra care is definitely necessary.

“You’re very filial…” His voice paused for two seconds before he added,

“It’s truly commendable.”

Jiang Family members silently looked to the heavens,

Was he just a step away from adding, “I really like that”?

Tang Wan’s heart trembled slightly, but her voice revealed no particular emotion. “These are things that should be done, the duties of a child, nothing commendable.”

The main hall was not far from the East Courtyard, and within a few words, they had arrived.

“Fifth Master, your room’s bathroom has been checked today; there should be no problem. You can rest well tonight. So…good night.” Tang Wan said with a smile.

“Good night.” Jiang Jinsang said no more.

**

Tang Wan returned to her room and checked emails sent by work partners.

About the Qing dynasty drama mentioned during the day, the cast was considered the pinnacle of all palace dramas in recent years, with all main actors being top-tier. Even the supporting roles could stand alone.

The luxurious lineup naturally demanded more excellence in costume and props.

The more such work arose, the less Tang Wan dared to take it lightly, too much pressure. But with such a top-tier configuration, she was certainly tempted. The contract mentioned many requirements for the Cyan Feather headpiece, which she quickly reviewed, planning to study more thoroughly after her bath.

After taking a shower, she ran to the study to get some reference books; Qing dynasty dramas are based on history. Understanding the life and paths of each concubine helps design headpieces according to age.

It was then she realized she had left her book in Jiang Jinsang’s room.

Her interest in work was aroused, and she didn’t want it to be interrupted. Hesitant, she sent Jiang Jinsang a message:

[Fifth Master, are you asleep?]

His room was actually still lit.

But the message seemed to sink into the sea. It was quite late, and she didn’t feel comfortable knocking on the door, so she patiently waited.

About ten minutes later, he returned the call, “I’m not asleep. I was just showering earlier. What’s up?”

book in your

He glanced at the stack of Qing history books on the

outside, and you’ve just showered. I’ll come instead.”

I’ll wait

Jiang Jinsang glanced at the people

on

to sleep. Call us if you need

up at

gaze was faint. “You’ve been with me for quite

doing, less looking, less listening, less

warning not to spread certain

nodded ruefully and quickly walked

huddled in a corner of the

Miss Tang’s room yesterday, today brings her into

his health, I didn’t dare say a word, just going ‘hmm’ and

but went to someone’s house to flirt. Have you ever seen such bold moves? Earlier, he even said, even if this Miss Tang wanted

fit with that saying? ‘Good fun is being with your

his half-smoked cigarette directly into his mouth.

…

the door. Seeing her enter the room,

of their master’s intelligence bordering on the supernatural, not

**

a single phrase

just having finished his shower, wearing a light gray set of loungewear, simple, yet suiting

came to get

of nowhere, “The wind at night

leave within ten seconds. But

words reminded her of the doctor’s morning advice to

crouched in the corner, ready to sneak a peek through the open door, felt two words flash in their

Crap!

are they doing!

went to get her things. The book was handed to

layers?” His words were casual, as if chatting idly, yet each word dripped with a sense of

still feeling a bit

could clearly

light casting behind him left half his body shrouded in shadow, abstinent yet

slightly tilted her face up, light casting down on her

inch was vividly clear, and upon a closer look, seemed

only their light breaths

just bathed, breathed

Yet warmth surged.

moved closer, not touching her, yet his breath

nervous each time you see me. Do