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

stack of Qing history

you’ve just showered. I’ll come instead.” It’s embarrassing to ask someone to deliver a book

wait for

ending the call, Jiang Jinsang glanced at the people in the room,

get on with your

should also get to sleep.

having gotten up at dawn to help

me for quite

looking, less listening, less

not to spread certain matters

and quickly walked

a corner of the courtyard, lighting a

went to Miss Tang’s room

I didn’t dare say a word, just going ‘hmm’ and ‘uh-huh’ to

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

‘Good fun

looked at the one who spoke, and one of them stuffed his half-smoked cigarette directly into his mouth. If someone heard this, they’d

…

in the corner smoking, watching Tang Wan go out, hesitating before she finally knocked on the door. Seeing her enter the room, an inexplicable feeling like

talks of their master’s intelligence bordering on the supernatural, not a word exaggerated, and this demon was not

**

Tang Wan knocked, a single phrase

just having finished his shower, wearing a light

Master, I came to

nowhere, “The wind at

planned to grab her book and leave within ten seconds. But when she entered, she

doctor’s morning advice to keep warm, so she turned to close the

crouched in the corner, ready to sneak a peek through the open door,

Crap!

are they doing! Why

handed

without wearing a few more layers?” His words were casual, as if chatting idly, yet each word

showered, still feeling a

close enough, Tang Wan could clearly sense

half his body shrouded in shadow, abstinent

light casting down on her

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

only

just bathed,

Yet warmth surged.

book, he moved closer, not touching her, yet his breath brushed

each time you see me.