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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.”

pretended to be well-versed

with. I’m preparing to draw Cyan Feather’s pattern.

while; Jiangjiang is sleeping, and

the Jiang

was too slick; we can’t

**

Inside the study

Manager Chen to ask about the studio’s matters, and then she opened her laptop

Jiang Jinsang, sitting on the side reading a book

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

dealing with the studio for a long time and

Manager Chen and his people were responsible for external sales—a clear

Wan opened her laptop and clicked on her email inbox, her eyebrows

“Ran into some trouble?”

fixed on the screen, seemingly utterly engrossed, but from her expression,

his book, lifted the blanket from his lap, and walked over. As he came close and circled behind her, she seemed

“Wanwan—”

gentle and deep, soothing, and clear—a typical voice of a

see her laptop screen, bending down closer, his chin nearly resting on her shoulder,

distance herself from him, but the

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 my email too – they must be

the

I used to receive a lot of calls about selling real estate. These scammers throw a wide net,

shifted her body

to you just now and

saying

was calling your

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

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

about Wanwan, can I call

softer still, and there was an inexplicable tenderness when

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

each beat like raging waves crashing against the shore, enough to make

you think that’s inappropriate, you can come up with one. What would you like me to

one would mean it’s an

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

time, you don’t have to call me Brother Five, it sounds too