Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

“We’ll go ahead to the rest area, Zeyan’s already arrived,” Jiang Jinsang said, leading Tang Wan directly to the second-floor rest area.

Qi Zeyan was dressed in a crisp black suit today, his hair neatly slicked back, and his shoes shone brightly. The mother-of-pearl cufflinks on his sleeves sparkled, his appearance meticulously refined down to each hair.

Ruan Mengxi, on the other hand, donned a black gown with a subdued design but still looked radiant. A touch of maple-red on her lips seemed to make her whole being come alive.

“Lord Fifth, Wanwan,” Ruan Mengxi immediately stood up and greeted them.

As there were no strangers around, Tang Wan felt more relaxed too. She walked over and took her hand, “Have you guys been here long?”

“We came early worrying about the snow blocking the roads,” Ruan Mengxi said with a smile.

She obviously couldn’t say that she had been dressed and ready by two-thirty and had driven to the Qi Family to pick someone up, only for that someone to dilly-dally without end, not knowing what he was fussing over in his room, taking more time than a woman…

It was after four when he finally came out of his room.

She sat in the Qi Family’s living room, accompanying his grandfather as they caught up on two episodes of a TV series.

And when he came downstairs, the old man snorted coldly and said, “Xiaoruan’s been waiting for you a long time. How can you let a young lady wait like this? Don’t you feel embarrassed?”