Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 343: 227 The Bride Who Came in Sleep, Master Wu’s Night Visit to the Fragrant Chamber (4 Chapters) The studio staff dismissal seemed to be over and done with, and the following few days were exceptionally tranquil, a rare peace without a breeze or wave in sight.

Tang Wan was busy with Cyan Feather work, so occupied that she would even skip meals, let alone pay attention to Jiang Jinsang. Even their phone calls were hurriedly cut short, unavoidably neglecting him.

Jiang Jinsang knew she was busy, and as a considerate and qualified boyfriend, he shouldn’t constantly disturb her. Missing her, he still had to endure, which was truly torturous.

”...I’m saying, Jiang Xiaowu, we came out to have fun, why the sighs and lamentations?” Qi Zeyan furrowed his brow, ”What’s the matter, had a fight with your sister-in-law?”

This guy, Jiang Jinsang, was always a bit off, with a naturally quirky temper. Everyone thought that falling in love might make him a bit more normal, but no...

He became even quirkier!

”She’s been too busy lately, no time for him,” Jiang Yanting explained.

”She’s busy, but she has us, right?” Qi Zeyan took a seat next to him, ”How about we drink tonight until we can’t stand up?”

”Why is Wanwan so busy? Don’t you have any clue?” Jiang Jinsang looked at him seriously.

Qi Zeyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, ”I’m not in charge of the project. You’re about to go to the Tang family to propose soon. That’s not something you can back out of lightly; have you really thought about stepping into the tomb that is marriage?”

”What’s the matter, you’re not over Wanwan yet, planning to rob the grave?”

”...”

Robbing the grave? Given Jiang Jinsang’s personality, even if he were ”dead and buried,” he would resurrect and leap up to beat him!

A brother’s wife is off-limits, especially Jiang Jinsang’s corner. Even if he were holding a hoe, he’d have to detour and walk away.

Since the news of Jiang Jinsang’s engagement spread, it was truly game over for him. His old man was harping on him every day, pulling his ears, asking him when he would find a partner.

He’d say, even with Jiang Jinsang’s poor health, lying around at home asleep, he managed to sleep himself into a marriage. When he was out and about bouncing around every day, why hasn’t he seen him bring a bride home?

Told him to stop dawdling outside, just come home and sleep.

Did he sleep Tang Wan into his life? What kind of barbaric notions are these?

At this moment, there was still some time left before the proposal, and the two were, after all, in a passionate phase of their relationship. Jiang Jinsang knew she was busy; it was just that his mind was deeply preoccupied. Without telling anyone, he set off for Pingjiang several days early, traveling through the night.

When he departed, it was already afternoon, and by the time he arrived in Pingjiang, it was past ten o’clock at night.

**

Tang Wan had no idea Jiang Jinsang had arrived. At that moment, she was still hard at work, head down, handling the metal base needed for Cyan Feather, which was an extreme test of one’s patience and left no room for the slightest error.

”Wanwan, it’s almost eleven. Aren’t you going to rest?” Shen Shuci had stayed in her room all along.

”You go to sleep first,” Tang Wan said, too busy to even lift her eyelids.

”Then make sure to rest early, don’t stay up too late.” Seeing her intense focus, Shen Shuci poured her a cup of tea and didn’t say much else, took his things, and quietly closed the door behind him as he left.

The old Tang family residence was in the suburbs, far from the bustling city. After nine at night, the surroundings quieted down. The dim, old lights along the way in the tranquil courtyard carried an unintentional sense of horror in the dark, making one’s steps unconsciously lighter.

Shen Shuci had reached the doorway of his room but suddenly heard the pet bird Hua Mei chirping a couple of times in the front courtyard.

He didn’t pay much attention at first, but faintly, it seemed he heard the sound of a door opening, only for Hua Mei to suddenly raise its voice, drowning out that minor noise, and then there was silence.

This was the old residence, with low walls; in the past, there were frequently thieves climbing over them. Shen Shuci took a breath—could a burglar have entered the house?

Hua Mei had chirped a few times, then suddenly stopped. What was up with this bird? Its calls rarely came to such an abrupt halt.