Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

“It’s fine, the Jiang Family isn’t some tiger’s den.”

…

They had set for dinner in the evening, around four o’clock, when Jiang Yanting went to pick someone up from the apartment. He parked his car downstairs but did not go directly upstairs.

At this time, the atmosphere in the Jiang Family was not good. Although they had found Jiangjiang’s birth mother, and she had not intended to abandon the child, allowing for a maternal reunion and a happy family gathering, the matter with the Xie Family loomed like a haze over the entire house. The old lady had already sighed countless times today, filled with endless lamentation and deep concern.

He stepped out of the car and walked towards the staircase.

Although it was not yet five o’clock, the sky had already darkened completely. The harsh wind howled as if it wanted to take away the last bit of warmth from people’s bodies.

He approached the door and pressed the doorbell.

“Wait a moment.” Shen Zhixian’s voice came through the security door, muffled.

But the one who opened the door was not her!

Jiang Yanting looked down at the person in front of him, his pupils trembling slightly…

About a quarter of an hour later, Fan Mingyu received a phone call saying they needed to prepare an extra pair of chopsticks.

“Adding another person? Who from the Xie Family is coming along?” Upon hearing there was one more person, everyone instinctually thought someone from the Xie Family was coming along, and they became as tense as if facing a great enemy.

“Not sure, he didn’t make it clear.” Fan Mingyu was also perplexed.

“This meal is going to be unpleasant.” The old lady sighed. After all, whoever it was, they had to be on guard. Seeing Shen Zhixian, they also had to play dumb, pretending not to know. She walked to the window and looked up into the sky, “It’s been overcast for so many days; is it going to snow or not?”