Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 278: 194 Jiang Family’s Pampered Guest, Everyone Out of Control

At the entrance of the small apartment, the biting wind swept across the stairs with a howling force. The security door was opened only a crack, just wide enough for two fingers. Someone poked their head out, warily eyeing Jiang Yanting.

He lowered his gaze, his pupils trembling almost subconsciously as he glanced at the doorplate on the wall.

He had not gone to the wrong place.

“Who… are you looking for?” came a tender, timid child’s voice.

Though only a crack was open, he could still make out her appearance—twin ponytails, a white sweater, a red woolen skirt, bright eyes. Perhaps it was the heating inside, but her little face was flushed red, her features delicate and clean, as she looked up at him, her face full of wariness.

Her small hand tightly gripped the edge of the door, pale and delicate, with little white crescents at the tips. She still had some baby fat on her round, clean face.

“Uncle?”

Jiang Yanting himself had a naturally cold and stern expression, one that few adults could hold gaze with, let alone a child.

Perhaps because she was young, not yet fully grown, her features did not appear particularly distinctive, but the overall impression she gave him was strikingly similar to Shen Zhixian. He took a deep breath, feeling as if his heart was being brutally crushed…

This…

Seeing her likely frightened by him, Jiang Yanting forced a slight smile from the corner of his mouth and slightly bent down, “I am…”

finish, “Bang—” the door

door slammed shut, the sound echoing

Zhixian’s voice came from

he suddenly smiled at me

frowned, approaching the door and looking through the peephole. Seeing it was Jiang Yanting, she opened the door to let him in, “You

at the little girl.

to uncle,” Shen Zhixian said, patting the little girl’s head, bringing her

her voice was

let him into the house, then

the child sent away, Jiang Yanting finally choked up and

can’t find

Mom?

nothing compared to this—it was not merely a thunderclap but rather a rolling thunderstorm, as if something stricken right at his heart, pressing down

out of nowhere, a ripple

caught him completely off guard, as

an instant—Was this child his? Or someone else’s? Had she been with someone all these years? That was

beneath the water dispenser has them,” Shen Zhixian’s voice

“I found it.”

of running water, Shen Zhixian moved closer to Jiang Yanting

only one. If

was reluctant to bring her to meet you or to tell