Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 397

Chapter 397: 257 The Unpredictable Third Child of the Jiang Family, Gossip also Inherited (2 updates)

Beijing’s winter was deep and protracted...

The man who entered my vision was tall and slim; perhaps he had just returned from abroad and misjudged the weather, wearing attire that was rather thin, a neatly buttoned long-sleeve white shirt paired with crisply ironed black trousers.

He was scholarly and clean, exuding a heavy aura of books.

Members of the Jiang Family were all naturally good-looking, and even if their features weren’t perfect, their temperament and poise wouldn’t be lacking.

This man was no exception, his facial features weren’t particularly delicate, not as sharp as Jiang Yanting’s, nor as mischievous as Jiang Chengsi’s, certainly different from Jiang Jinsang’s elegance. He could be described in one word...

Plain!

He had a pair of quite beautiful peach blossom eyes, which could be due to his light attire or perhaps the bright lights, made his face appear somewhat pale. His looks were clearly that of a romantic, yet his lips were thin, cold and icy.

"Xiaowu." His voice carried a unique depth and maturity, magnetic and pleasant to hear.

"Third cousin," greeted Jiang Jinsang upon seeing him, an indication of their rather unfamiliar relationship by deliberately adding the word "cousin."

"This must be Miss Tang," their gazes met, and Tang Wan felt an inexplicable jolt in her heart.

Perhaps it was because he had rushed to catch the flight, but there were some red veins in his eyes. His pupils, ink-dyed, were deep and unfathomable. He was someone with a particularly strong bookish air, yet, paradoxically, the angle of his jaw was sharp.

him an

Wan greeted him

come

liked, and was already sitting to

surprise, she too

should be the one

long time, the old lady was naturally

leaving," said Jiang Shiyi with a steady voice, showing

ordeal, Jiang Chengsi and Jiang Zhaolin having fallen out, and Jiang Shuyan seriously ill in the

you stay, I worry

...

to leave. The old lady didn’t

one side, and with a peripheral glance to Jiang

breath, knowing the

striking figure, the other somber in black. One too rigid, the other too roguish, they didn’t resemble

to have realized the truth and still have indulged her by sending

for reconciliation between you

you know

denied directly, "I just want to tell you to visit mother more often when you’re free. I still need to go home and pack

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