Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

“Your brother hung up on me, with a particularly lame excuse.”

“It’s not the first time. Aren’t you used to it by now?”

“…”

You brothers are toxic!

**

After hanging up, Jiang Jinsang stood by the window for a while, and Jiang Cuo stood to one side, tilting his head to look out at the stark blue sky against the withered grass.

“Sir, aren’t you going in?”

“It’s stuffy inside the ward.”

Jiang Cuo watched him intently, stepping aside to not disturb, while Jiang Jiu pushed the sunglasses up his nose, “Are you missing a brain cell or what?”

Jiang Cuo: “Are you asking for a fight? Name a time, and I’m there.”

“Is Sir enjoying the scenery? He’s waiting for someone.”

“You perennial bachelor, you seem to know a lot.”

Jiang Jiu leaned against the wall, completely ignoring him.

After about twenty minutes, Tang Wan finally returned via elevator. She had been running to the police station first thing in the morning, and had just finished dealing with the He family, feeling a bit exhausted in body and mind. As she turned a corner, she happened upon Jiang Jinsang, who was…

Standing by the window, apparently admiring the view, yet also seeming to be waiting for her.

Jiang Jinsang’s words and actions never gave people much pressure. He had always heard he was difficult and unpredictable due to a long-standing illness, but in actual contact, she found him quite agreeable.

As their eyes met, Tang Wan’s lips pursed into a smile.

It was as if a spark suddenly burst forth in a dim environment, the scattered embers crackling softly, landing on Jiang Jinsang’s heart, and feeling a bit blistering.

He secretly pursed his lips: So beautiful, truly ought to be watched over closely, kept securely by one’s side.

**

Over here, Qi Zeyan was still steaming about Jiang Jinsang hanging up on him.

The man diagonally across was caressing his coffee cup, looking at Qi Zeyan, “What do you like about Tang Wan? Is it just that she’s pretty?”

“Can’t it just be love at first sight?”

“Love at first sight is often just lust at first sight.”

Qi Zeyan snorted coldly, not wanting to answer that question, and picked up his phone again, “I want to send a message to Wanwan, but I don’t know what to say?”

“Talk about work.” The man continued to drink his coffee.

“But work hasn’t been scheduled yet, there isn’t much to talk about. Maybe I should casually ask about the weather over there or if she’s had a meal? But that feels a bit odd.”

The man nodded, “Are you trying to flirt?”

“…”

Qi Zeyan raised an eyebrow: You of all people know about flirting, such a trendy term.

“Didn’t you say she’s interested in you, and her refusal is just to string you along? Then just wait for her to message you first. In love, women need to be reserved, and so do men.”

“Makes sense.”

And then Qi Zeyan never received any message from Tang Wan.

Only later did he realize that these brothers had dug a pit for him one after another.

What was that about men needing to be reserved in love? When the same man chased his own wife, he didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘reserved.’