Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 219: 163 Accidentally Met Sister-in-law, Did Lord Wanwan Assist Big Brother? (3 more)

On the third day after Old Tang’s surgery, Zhou Zhongqing checked on him, removed the medical equipment attached to his body, and although the old man could not yet get out of bed, he had progressed to eating solid food besides liquid and his complexion had improved significantly from the previous days.

The old man lay in bed, feeling utterly regretful. At his age, he still had to endure being cut open multiple times, suffering immensely.

If Wanwan and Xiaowu could not make it work in the future, for whom had he endured all this pain?

Zhou Zhongqing often asked how he was feeling.

Everything was normal, except the pain at the incision sites was unbearable.

Whenever he cried out in pain, Zhou Zhongqing simply remarked calmly, “Pain is normal, just bear with it.”

Just bear with it?

Easy for you to say when the knife isn’t on your body, but he had cuts all over him and couldn’t afford to get angry. A slightest irritation could agitate his wounds and cause excruciating pain.

Zhou Zhongqing had figured out just this, and was far from courteous in his speech, almost angering the old man to death.

…

Fan Mingyu would come over during the day to help, allowing Tang Wan to go home and rest.

She had only been home for half a day when she called Ruan Mengxi to inquire about their company’s collaboration. There were many details and requirements that need to be sorted out after discussions before the New Year and the operations would likely commence after.

“… I didn’t reach out to you, but I was going to contact you these couple of days. Tomorrow the wardrobe and prop department along with our team members will have a meeting, and some mentors will also attend. I thought you were too busy and planned to compile the meeting details to send to you later, but if you are free, you could attend.”

Despite the overwhelming rush of love, Ruan Mengxi still knew what she had to do.

“Then send me the time and place.”

“Just a moment.”

…

The news that Tang Wan would attend the meeting quickly reached Qi Zeyan, and although there was no destined relationship between him and their boss, this was after all Grandpa Wu’s daughter-in-law, and he was promptly informed of anything concerning her.

“Since it’s her first visit to the company, you go pick her up tomorrow morning.” Qi Zeyan, out of respect and for the sake of Jiang Jinsang’s face, would definitely treat Tang Wan graciously.

Ruan Mengxi sighed at Qi Zeyan making special arrangements to pick up Tang Wan.

Hadn’t he given up yet?

Was he that infatuated?

She only regretted not rubbing salt into his wounds after stabbing him twice that night.

**

The next day, when Tang Wan left the house, Jiang Jinsang originally planned to have Jiang Cuo drive her, but Xiaozhu came with the car, which naturally saved the trouble.

“When you are done, send a message and let me know.” Jiang Jinsang stood at the entrance, watching the person getting ready to leave.

Tang Wan nodded, got dressed, and prepared to head out, her scarf and mask securely in place.

The forecast said it would snow in Beijing today; the weather was bleak and windy, adding a chill to the air.

Jiang Jinsang watched her lower her head to adjust her scarf, walked over, bowed, and helped her fix it, his fingers touched the edge of her mask, tugging it down an inch, cradling her face, he tilted his head and placed a kiss.

A kiss, light and brief.

Jiangjiang, who was sitting on the carpet playing with a Rubik’s cube, saw this and immediately covered his little face with his hands, prompting an elderly lady nearby to laugh, “What’s the matter?”

“Uncle and auntie are kissing, it’s shy.”

The elderly lady, who was looking at the morning newspaper, immediately clenched her fist in regret.

She had missed it!

Tang Wan’s entire face was tucked in her scarf, slightly blushed as Jiang Jinsang adjusted her mask properly before turning his head to Xiaozhu, “Take good care of her.”

“Of course, don’t worry.” Xiaozhu dared not be negligent, leading Tang Wan to the car and was certainly very polite.

But the two were not familiar, and there wasn’t much conversation.

Yet Xiaozhu felt like Miss Tang was sizing him up strangely—they had met a few times before and were not strangers—what was that expression all about?

“Miss Tang, is there something you need?” Xiaozhu chuckled awkwardly.

“How old are you this year?”

Xiaozhu was baffled by the question but obediently answered, “26, turning 27 after the New Year.”