Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

“Sister, Fifth Master.” Tang Mo called out softly when she saw them enter, her voice pulling at the wounds, causing her to wince in pain.

“Aunt Liyun isn’t here?” Tang Wan glanced at the ward. There were five or six people inside, all looking around eighteen or nineteen, fashionably dressed in big-name brands.

“Hello, sister.” They stood up to greet her. Tang Wan was not much older, but she was already working, giving off a mature and sophisticated vibe, akin to seeing their own elders.

“My mom went out; these are my classmates,” Tang Mo introduced briefly.

“Hello,” Tang Wan greeted them politely, her gaze sweeping over the group, different from the ones she’d seen at home before.

With someone arriving, they felt restrained talking and eventually prepared to leave after a few simple exchanges.

“Momo, take care and get better. We’ll visit again another day.”

“Thank you, I’ll treat you guys to a meal when I’m discharged.”

Tang Wan just listened quietly. Tang Mo often spent extravagantly, and recently Zhang Liyun had cut her allowance. These kids were spending money like water when dining and hanging out together; she likely couldn’t afford to treat them.

However, Tang Mo’s affairs were not something she interfered with. She couldn’t foresee that her matters would later implicate herself.

Tang Mo was completely terrified of Jiang Jinsang. While she previously harbored some romantic notions about him, now seeing his expression only made her feel as though she was facing a devil.

Jiang Jinsang, on the other hand, found this fear more comforting.

Knowing fear meant no more mischief.

**

The two didn’t stay long at the hospital. When they returned home, the repairman had already fixed the bathroom heater and was calculating his wages, ready to leave.

Tang Wan just returned, thanked him, and inevitably asked, “Master, the heater over there hadn’t been used much. It was fine before; why did it break?”

“Maybe it just hasn’t been used for too long. When people don’t move for a long time, it can lead to problems, let alone machines. I checked, and there’s no major issue, just signs of human tampering. If you think there’s a problem, call me. Don’t try to fix it yourself.”

“Human tampering?” Tang Wan frowned. The heater was on the bathroom ceiling. Who would touch it?

Jiang Jinsang casually remarked, “It must have been when I thought it wasn’t working well. One of my guys tinkered with it and ended up breaking it.”

Jiang Family members: “…”

Oh my gosh, what the heck, Fifth Master, can you have a bit of face when you speak?

Had it not been for the fear of you getting caught lying, would we intentionally sabotage things? Now, with a simple sentence, you’re blaming it on us. A bit of decency, please?

But since it was repaired, Tang Wan wouldn’t think too deeply about it, nor notice the collective resentment of the Jiang family members. Instead, she went back to change clothes and shoes, preparing to work in her study.

When she entered the study in the South House, she didn’t expect Jiang Jinsang to be there too. “Fifth Master.”

Although she had said before to make himself at home, a stranger entering her study still gave her a sense of unease.

He sat in a chair near the window, a thin blanket draped over his knees. Sunlight bathed him, smoke-like as if turned to gold. His originally pale skin was now touched with a warm glow.

March peach blossoms were no more beautiful than this.

“Working?” His voice was as calm and steady as usual.

“Mm.”

“I won’t disturb you by being here?”

“No problem. I’m just replying to some work emails, not too busy right now.”

Tang Wan partnered with someone to open a studio, focusing on creating silk-thread and cyan-feather jewelry. She was only in charge of the designing and crafting, while her business partner managed the marketing.

They catered to a high-end clientele, primarily producing jewelry for palace-themed dramas or cyan-feather headpieces for Beijing Opera masters. When busy, they barely had time to eat, but during slow periods, they might have nothing to do for a month or two.

“Fifth Master, would you like some tea? I have some new black tea here.” Black tea is nourishing for autumn and winter.

Jiang Jinsang squinted:

The address “Fifth Master” sounded too formal and distant.

It was time to change it.

Maybe second brother? Or Jinsang…

Her voice was soft and melted into his bones. If she said his name, it should sound even better.