Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 354: 233 The Wild Man Who Announced to the World: Jiang Wuye (2 More Updates)_3 ”I just said, Miss Tang wouldn’t do such a thing, but now look, awkward, right?”

”A huge fuss for such a colossal blunder!”

”Off topic, but I think Jiang Jiu is really handsome.”

”Agreed, but don’t forget, he’s engaged.”

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The online comments veered off randomly; no one cared about the adultery or the Kingfisher anymore; everyone started talking about Jiang Jinsang, and some even compared him to Jiang Yanting’s photos. The brothers looked nothing alike, but he did resemble Fan Mingyu.

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In the room, the journalists were also slow to react, ”Is this really... Jiang Jiu?”

”With all these cameras, you must have taken photos and videos. If you don’t believe it, take the photos to the Jiang Family. I couldn’t have just brought some random man to impersonate him!” Tang Wan looked at them, ”I have no idea where you got your information, to come here to catch a cheater?”

”Why aren’t you at home instead of here?” the journalists nearly dropped their jaws.

”We...” Tang Wan was about to speak when Jiang Jinsang cut her off.

”What we do is none of your concern.”

His single statement left the journalists speechless!

This damn adultery sting had caught the legitimate fiancé, what could be more embarrassing!

”Miss Tang, about your studio allegedly using Kingfisher to make jewelry, do you have anything to explain?” the journalists could only fish for other issues.

Silent, Tang Wan remained mute; however, Jiang Jinsang, lowering his voice and with a calm timbre, slowly uttered three words,

”Get out—”

Seeing their equipment, the journalists were dumbfounded for a moment.

”This might be a hotel, but it is our private space too; who gave you the right to barge in?!”

”We just wanted to inquire about the Kingfisher...” The journalists were also a bit panicked.

Ever since they had entered the hotel, everything that happened seemed completely out of control, nothing like what they had expected!

Unprepared, they were utterly confused.

”You have no right to barge into someone else’s room like this! Even if Wanwan is here with someone else today, what right do you journalists have to intrude!”

”The public has given you investigative powers...”

”But not to abuse and do whatever you please!”

Their words truly struck a nerve.

”Jiang Jiu, guard the door. None of today’s journalists leave unless they register their personal information.”

His tone was rather gentle, but his eyes were cold as ice, striking fear into everyone.

”Jiang Jiu, what are you doing...” The reporters were anxious about having to register their information?

He had only four words for them:

”Settle accounts after autumn!”

This infringement on his privacy gave him the right to take these people to court one by one!

Hearing they might face a lawsuit, the journalists immediately panicked.

Jiang Jinsang looked at the people still blocking the room, ”Excuse me.”

The look in his eyes, the expression, was like he was addressing strangers.

The journalists, not wanting to offend him and already feeling guilty for intruding, naturally stepped aside to let him pass.

Jiang Jinsang turned around, looked at the person behind him, and reached out his hand.

Tang Wan took two steps forward and handed her hand to him.

Their hands clasped tight, ”Let’s go, out.”

His voice soft and gentle, as if he was coaxing her.

The journalists doubted their hearing because the interval between his sentences was too short. Although most from Pingjiang had never seen Jiang Jiu, due to the long-standing marriage arrangement between the Jiang and Tang families, they knew of him.

Rumored to be notoriously hard to deal with, bedridden for years, and having lost all normal human sensory experiences, let alone experiencing love and affection.

Yet here he was, wooing so softly, full of tender affection—wasn’t it astounding?

So after all the drama, Tang Wan’s publicly known lover—

was Jiang Jinsang!

He led Tang Wan away, while the journalists were blocked at the door, registering their information; the live broadcast had been cut off. The journalists wanted to chase after them, but Jiang Jiu blocked the door, big and burly, and with such an intimidating presence, none of the journalists, even with their expensive equipment, dared to force their way through.

”You can leave now if you want, but if you don’t register, leave your ID cards behind—national ID, press cards, whatever can prove your identity, to make it easier to find you later.”