Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 262: 185 Wuyei’s jealousy, does he like someone like me?

Jiang Family

Jiang Yanting carried his luggage, and with a composed expression amidst the shocked and astonished gazes, changed his shoes.

“Yanting…” Fan Mingyu coughed lightly, “Does this mean that you and Jiangjiang aren’t coming back tonight?”

“Jiangjiang really likes her, he’s so happy, I can’t bear to call him back.”

He spoke in a helpless tone.

Except for old Mr. Tang, the Jiang family knew his true character well; they were always strict with Jiangjiang and had their own set of principles for child-rearing, never catering to the child’s preferences.

If everything were done according to the child, wouldn’t that be turning the world upside down?

So, when Jiang Yanting made such a statement, it seemed shameless at this moment.

“Is she living alone? Both of you going over there doesn’t seem appropriate, does it?” Jiang Zhenhuan raised an eyebrow, “After all, neither of you are married, and spreading the news isn’t going to sound good.”

“If anything happens, I naturally will take responsibility.”

Jiang Zhenhuan was stunned. It appeared that this kid had made up his mind to stay at someone else’s house.

“Maybe she’s willing to let Jiangjiang stay, but doesn’t necessarily want you, right?” Jiang Zhenhuan again threw a sharp comment.

Considering how brief their acquaintance was; for him to stay over so suddenly seemed too soon – many young girls have strong self-preservation instincts. For a child it’s one thing, but for a grown man to come and go in someone else’s house, that’s truly inconvenient…

“So tonight you two are…” The grandmother suddenly became somewhat excited. She had always felt that her grandson was slow and even somewhat unromantic, so his sudden amorous display was indeed hard to get used to.

But the thought of a man and a woman together so late at night suddenly exhilarated her…

Could it be that she might soon be holding a great-grandson?

“Grandma, there’s still Jiangjiang here. Keep your thoughts wholesome.”

“I…” The grandmother clenched her cane, “Get out!”

Jiang Yanting bid everyone goodbye and promptly left, leaving the grandmother quite livid, that rascal!

“Mom, just spending one night together, if this gets out, it might not matter to our family, but it could be damaging to the girl’s reputation.” Society these days claims to be open, but at times, the thinking is still conservative.

“They are adults, capable of discretion. As long as they are in mutual love, wanting a status isn’t something the Jiang family can’t afford…”

The grandmother seemed rather open about it.

“I’ve always worried that Yanting wouldn’t catch on, fearing he’d just end up leading a life with only his child. I hadn’t expected…” Fan Mingyu shook his head, “When will Xiaowu and Wanwan be back?”

“You, always worrying about the kids. When both children are home, you worry; now they have objectives, and you still sigh,” said Jiang Zhenhuan lightly smiling.

**

On the other side

Jiang Jinsang and Tang Wan were at the cinema. They entered a bit late, the movie had started three or four minutes ago, and the entire theater was dark, visible only by the changing light of the screen.

There weren’t many films released on the eve of the festive season, and this was an international film. There weren’t many people in the theater, Jiang Jinsang led the way, with Tang Wan being careful with the steps as she followed him.

But the cinema was so dark, and the thunderous sound effects like incessant drumbeats suddenly made them both a bit nervous.

After they sat down, Tang Wan suddenly felt an inexplicable tension.

Previously, when watching movies, she was always with her girlfriends. Now, with Jiang Jinsang sitting beside her, she glanced at him from the corner of her eye and couldn’t concentrate on the movie at all.

In the dimly lit cinema, she looked down at his casually placed hand on his knee. Jiang Jinsang seemed to sense her gaze, reached over, and enveloped her hand entirely in his palm.

The dim, soft light in the theater, for some reason, carried a pulse of thrilling ambiguity.

Tang Wan looked up at him, her face flushed, while Jiang Jinsang continued to watch the movie, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand, bringing a tickling sensation that reached deep into her heart.

Although the movie was an arthouse film, it inevitably filled with some sensually charged scenes.