Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 315: 212 Jiang Family Siblings Who Love and ‘Kill’ Each Other [New Year’s Eve Message]_2

“You’re insulting me?”

Tang Wan was still wondering what the problem was: was it because the car was too shabby or something else that made him so irritable, when…

Electric bike?

She turned her head to look at Jiang Yanting, who was looking down at some documents, his expression composed, “Grandma said you riding a motorcycle is too dangerous, so since they both have two wheels, we got you a safer one. This is the latest model. What’s wrong? Don’t like the color? We can change it, there’s a 7-day no reason return policy, and it comes with a one-year warranty!”

“…” Jiang Chengsi gave a light snort, “You… are something! You’re impressive!”

“Do I need you to tell me whether I’m impressive or not?” Jiang Yanting raised his eyebrows as he looked at him seriously.

“By the way, Uncle will soon find out about your return to the country. Your dad wants you to come home for the New Year’s Eve dinner.”

Jiang Chengsi scoffed and turned to walk out.

Tang Wan pursed her lips. To use her and then discard her as soon as he was done, wasn’t that a bit too heartless?

“Don’t mind him.” Jiang Jinsang seemed completely indifferent, “Do you want to go up and change your clothes? After all, last night…”

The two had been snuggling in the blankets for a long time. The outer jackets were fine, but the undergarments were wrinkled from being tousled.

Last night?

Jiang Yanting’s fingers paused on the documents. With such a brazen move, who could outdo him?

…

Meanwhile, Jiang Chengsi, riding his own motorcycle, had already rushed home and opened his private garage, where several sports cars were parked, and the rest were heavy-duty motorcycles, all sprayed with various colors. A grand sight indeed.

It wasn’t until he parked his bike and took a moment to look at all his precious vehicles that he realized there was an extra car in the garage.

It was the car he had desperately wanted last year, a limited edition that he had looked for a long time.

When he got home, Jiang Zhaolin just snorted coldly, “You still know how to come back?”

just get lost

“You—”

enough, the child has come back and that’s good. Can we say less, especially during the New Year?” A woman came out of the

Jiang Chengsi

you’re back. Why are you wearing so little? Hurry upstairs and change into

car

your second

nodded, stepped upstairs, twirling the car keys in his

his retreating figure, couldn’t help but snort, “What is Jiang Yanting really planning? Riding motorcycles isn’t serious business,

to disregard all those high-profile ladies and

I think it has a lot to do

…

runs off again, then it’ll just be

“Let

you call him back? Don’t you miss him? All you do is

a mess, he was still their own child. During the New Year, who wouldn’t want all their children by their side, sharing the joy? In the past years, Jiang Shuyan was at home, always so affectionate. This

also a tough girl. If she really marries into Jiang Jinsang,

The Tang Family…

with Tang Yunxian. Having met the man, he found him to be genteel and not appearing the least bit like a merchant,

had two sons. If their marriage affairs were settled and the engagements were not too bad, compared to his own family, he still had Jiang Chengsi, a troublemaker who always

angrier he got—no mood to celebrate the New Year at

**

just grabbing something to eat to tide them over. They were bustling with preparations for the upcoming New Year’s Eve dinner, with various TV stations either replaying past Spring Festival Galas or live-streaming

making headway in their life-long affairs, which had the old lady practically buzzing with excitement, although she did regret one thing:

could be here together, that

Just take good care of yourself. Are you worried your granddaughter-in-law and great-granddaughter won’t come back?” Granny Tang reassured

with a smile, but her eyes swept over Jiang Yanting with

stump, he completely

told him not to be like his father, carrying a deadpan face all the time. How was he going to chase after his wife in

originally sitting on the side, responding with polite replies to the cordial texts of blessings he was sending to some close

suddenly felt an intense gaze directed at him and looked up to see his

It was the New Year, why was she still

He had studied running script for a while and his brushstrokes were nimble