Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

The night was deep, and the moonlight slanted down, casting a thin halo on him. With his pale skin and a touch of red on his lips, he looked almost ethereal, like a demon.

As they got closer, the night breeze was chilly, and the silence around them was so profound they could hear a pin drop. Tang Wan could almost hear her own heart pounding like a drum.

Her chest tightened, the thudding echoing as if antlers were butting inside.

“Fifth Master…” Tang Wan’s voice was soft and tiny, barely escaping her throat.

Jiang Jinsang seemed to hear indistinctly. He bent closer until their eyes were nearly level.

Their gazes met, his eyes deep, with the surrounding lights reflecting as if flames were flickering…

Heating one’s heart to a burning temperature.

“What did you say?” His voice was as gentle as ever.

“Why are you waiting for me? It’s late; your health isn’t good. You should sleep early and wake up early.”

“Worried about me?”

Tang Wan just wanted an excuse to get him to leave quickly. But since he asked, all she could do was nod.

His lips curled slightly, “Is it so difficult to come to my room?”

Tang Wan was mortified. So it was about that after all…

“Next time, don’t let your friend do that. If you don’t want to come, just tell me directly. I only want to offer you some help to lighten your workload, not add to your burdens.”

Tang Wan felt even more awkward. He was genuinely trying to help, yet she was always wary of him.

“Then I’ll return to my room. You should rest soon. It’s quite cold outside; don’t catch a cold.”

“Mm, good night.” Tang Wan awkwardly smiled. Once she returned to her room and closed the door, she exhaled deeply in relief.

Just a few minutes later, there was a sudden knock on the door, startling her into another jump.

“Miss Tang? Are you there? It’s Jiang Cuo.”

“Yes.” Tang Wan hurriedly put on a robe and answered the door. He held the Qing History Book she previously took to Jiang Jinsang’s room.

“Sir asked me to bring this to you; have a good rest.” Jiang Cuo smiled, eyes squinting like a fox, somewhat adorably.

Tang Wan took the book, closed the door, and bit her lip.

Was he angry?

But if something like this happened to her, she would probably feel uncomfortable too.

Lying on her bed, Tang Wan sighed helplessly. She still had a ton of questions to ask him. Now, what should she do? She didn’t even know what he liked, making it impossible to please him.

At that moment, her phone vibrated. Seeing the caller ID made her even angrier, “… What’s wrong with you? I asked you to call me, and you’re only contacting me at ten?”

In response, came a laugh, “Sis, ten is early for me. I’m a night owl; until one or two in the morning, that time is early. You didn’t give me a specific time to call. What happened? Did I interrupt something good for you two?”

“…”

At this moment, Tang Wan just wanted to smack her friend—such a fake friend.

**

On the other end

After Jiang Cuo returned to the room, Jiang Jinsang was on the phone with his older brother. Once he hung up, Jiang Cuo stepped forward, “Sir, I delivered the book. She didn’t say anything and seemed normal.”

“Mm.”

“Now that you’ve returned the book, will Miss Tang still come over?” Jiang Cuo was puzzled.

Jiang Jinsang merely caressed the phone, “She will come to me voluntarily.”

After leaving the room, Jiang Cuo spotted Jiang Jiu scrutinizing a potted plant.

It was the same plant Jiang Jinsang plucked earlier, now balding.

“Hey, you said Miss Tang is that skilled. If she were to be with our boss, and she bullied him, wouldn’t he be at a disadvantage…?”

Jiang Jiu raised an eyebrow, “From what you said, the boss treats her very specially. With his temperament, if Miss Tang really laid hands on him, he’d just lie down and welcome her misbehavior.”

“…”