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Chapter 95: 095 Flirting that makes the heart flutter, exchanging more intimate terms of endearment Chapter 95: 095 Flirting that makes the heart flutter, exchanging more intimate terms of endearment Tang Family’s East Courtyard

Jiang Jinsang walked into the courtyard, holding a watering can to water the flowers.

Jiang Jiu stood under the eaves, lifting his hand to adjust his sunglasses:

“The flowers have just been watered.”

While Jiang Cuo had already vividly recounted the events that had transpired in the front courtyard.

Jiang Jiu yawned, “You tell the story with such gusto, you might as well take up acting.”

“…Begging for mercy, and before he could finish speaking, Old Tang snubbed him and sent him packing,” Jiang Cuo said, agitated.

“It’s said that He An’s father has other children outside, and he doesn’t want to further offend the Tang family by abandoning him.”

“But Mrs. He only has this one son; if he’s gone, it’s feared she won’t be able to maintain her position as Mrs. He for long, so she’s doing everything possible to get him out.”

Jiang Jinsang chuckled, “No wonder there’s been no word from the He Family. Mrs. He isn’t giving up, but even if this thing is fished out, it won’t amount to much.”

“If only they had restrained him earlier; trying to fix a disaster after it’s done is too late,” Jiang Cuo clicked his tongue.

“Keep a close eye on that Mrs. He.”

“Watch her?” Jiang Cuo squinted like a fox, “Are you worried she might do something desperate for her son’s sake? Wouldn’t any harm to Miss Tang backfire on He An?”

“Just to be safe.”

“Mhm.”

…

During the conversation, footsteps approached, and Jiang Cuo immediately fell silent and stepped aside, Tang Wan entered the courtyard.

“Fifth Master, aren’t you going to rest at midday?”

“I’m not very sleepy; I’m watering the flowers.”

Jiang Jiu stood aside, his expressionless face pushing up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose:

“You watering flowers shouldn’t just focus on one pot; some are dying of drought, while this pot is about to be drowned by you.”

you resting?” Jiang Jinsang pretended to be well-versed

lot of work to be busy with. I’m preparing to draw Cyan Feather’s pattern. Qi Zeyan from the

to read for a while; Jiangjiang is sleeping, and I don’t want to go back to

members of the Jiang Family collectively

move was too slick; we

**

Inside the study

Wan first called Manager Chen to ask about the studio’s matters, and

co-working space?” Jiang Jinsang, sitting on the side reading a book with a cup of steaming hot tea at

rented a small office in an office building. I don’t interfere with his work, the employees don’t know me, and to avoid someone trying to get close to grandpa or my dad, it’s better to start from me; it

nodded; no wonder Qi Zeyan had been dealing with the studio for a long time and yet had

Manager Chen and his people were responsible

and clicked on her

“Ran into some trouble?”

uncharacteristically, Tang Wan ignored him. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, seemingly utterly engrossed, but from her expression, it was

and walked over.

“Wanwan—”

deep, soothing,

bending down closer, his chin nearly resting on her shoulder,

her body leaning forward a bit in an attempt to distance herself from him, but the gap between her chair and the table

are you

trash content,” Tang Wan scoffed lightly. “I’ve been getting a few messages recently, claiming that I owe money. Didn’t expect to get them in

the only

calls about selling real estate. These scammers throw a wide net, hoping to catch anyone they can. It’s just… getting this in

her body

I was talking to you just now

were you saying to

calling your

had been relatively calm facing him, but once again her heart was thrown into

addressing you as Miss Tang feels too distant. I was thinking of switching

Wanwan, can I

there was an inexplicable tenderness when he

was just her nickname, not particularly special, but coming from him, each word seemed to effortlessly stir her

waves crashing against

up with one. What would you like me to

new one would

breath on her neck as he spoke, tickling her intensely, “Just

call me Brother