Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Jiang Jinsang glanced at his wristwatch without trace. About five minutes later, there was the sound of a car outside. However, after a long time, there was still no sound of the door opening.

“Isn’t Wanwan back? Why isn’t she coming in?” Old Tang furrowed his eyebrows, stood up with his cane, and walked to the door.

“I’ll go have a look,” Jiang Jinsang said naturally.

“That’s good.” The old master always wanted to match the two of them up, seeing that they got along well, and was happy about it.

The distance from the front hall to the doorway was not far. When Jiang Jinsang went out with an umbrella, he saw Tang Wan’s car parked in front of the door, her arm holding an umbrella, apparently organizing things in the trunk. From Jiang Jinsang’s angle, he could just make out her back.

Even though autumn had set in, the temperature in Pingjiang was not low. She was wearing a dress, and at that moment, the hem of her dress was wet from the rain, clinging to her calves, outlining the curves of her legs for all to see.

Jiang Jinsang squinted his eyes and took a deep breath, then started walking over.

The rain was too heavy, Tang Wan didn’t even hear the door open, she just sensed a hand reaching out, trying to pull out the umbrella tucked under her arm. She turned around in shock, and her own umbrella ended up in Jiang Jinsang’s hand, while a large black umbrella appeared over her head in an instant.

“Number Five?” Tang Wan stood up straight.

“Why aren’t you coming in?”

“I wanted to move things in, but realized it would be difficult while holding the umbrella,” Tang Wan pointed to two boxes in the trunk.

“Hold the umbrella, I’ll do it.”

Before Tang Wan could refuse, the umbrella was already thrust into her hands, and it seemed as if the warmth from his palm still lingered on the handle, warm.

Jiang Jinsang picked up the two boxes, not too heavy. Tang Wan quickly closed the trunk, locked the car, then held the umbrella, closely following his steps.

Jiang Jinsang was much taller than she was; Tang Wan had to raise her arm as high as possible to prevent the umbrella ribs from hitting his head. The umbrella was heavy, which made it a struggle for her.

“Have you been busy lately?” Jiang Jinsang slowed his pace.

“Preparing for work,” Tang Wan explained, as she needed to hold the umbrella for Jiang Jinsang, keep him from getting wet, and also be careful not to touch him, to be honest…

The umbrella was only so big; it was indeed difficult.

Jiang Jinsang turned his head to look at her, his peripheral vision catching sight of one of her wet shoulders.

“Actually…”

“Hmm?” Tang Wan’s arms were getting sore.

“It’s okay if you touch me…” His voice was already gentle, and accompanied by the sound of rain, it seemed to carry a bit of echo under the umbrella.

“You can stay closer to me.”

Tang Wan responded, holding her breath, she moved a step closer to his side, their arms brushed against each other, both icy cold.

The space under the umbrella, already small, felt even more crowded now.

By the time the two reached the front hall, Jiang Jiu had quickly reached out and took the boxes from Jiang Jinsang’s hands.

Tang Wan stood under the eaves, just closed the umbrella and leaned it to one side when she suddenly felt warmth over her body, Jiang Jinsang had draped his coat over her.

“Number Five, no need…” They were home, and she could change clothes in her room.

Tang Wan was about to give the clothes back to him when she heard him leaning over and whispering, “Your inside clothes are all showing through…”

Tang Wan naturally understood what he meant by his clothes, and she instinctively wrapped the coat tightly around herself.

A cool breeze carrying rain swept over them, but Tang Wan’s face flushed with embarrassment.