Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

”A little hungry.” Shen Shuci and Tang Yunxian heard the news and came over around two or three in the afternoon, and had had a simple dinner. When you’re too hungry, it’s hard to fall asleep.

”Should I cook for you?” Jiang Zhenhuan used to chase after Fan Mingyu and learned a bit in a rush to propose to the Fan family, but he had long since forgotten.

”You should rest early, I’ll just find something to eat.”

”There are still cakes and biscuits in the house...”

Shen Shuci, also not a cook, took some biscuits and a cup of water, preparing to return to her room.

Just then, the sound of a car arrived, followed by headlights flashing through the window; the car stopped in front of the Jiang family’s house, apparently someone had returned. She squinted, examining from the car two men in black clothing, tall and imposing. Even without seeing their faces, she could tell from their builds they were definitely muscular.

The two men helped another figure out of the car, under the dim streetlight. The person, also dressed in black, head hanging low, face not visible, only black hair visible, looked like they might have drunk too much.

That definitely must be someone from the Jiang family or a familiar acquaintance.

Shen Shuci put down the biscuits and water, going ahead to open the door.

At the other end, a few people had probably not expected the door to open... Together with the person at the door, whom they didn’t recognize, they took a second look at Shen Shuci.

”Sir, has someone come out?”

At this moment, the man in black sitting inside the car was brushing off his garment—he hadn’t drunk anything, yet he was reeking of alcohol because of two other people.

”Don’t recognize them, doesn’t seem like a Jiang Family member?”

”To show up at this hour, and daring to open the door, they must not be thieves.”

”Should we get the Fourth Master inside?”

”Just leave him.”

”...”

”Since the Jiang Family has someone here, they will naturally pick him up.”

”Yes.”

In the car sat a gentleman from the Huo Family; Jiang Chengsi and Qi Zeyan had drunk too much, one clung to him calling him ’big brother’, and the other pulled at his arm calling him ’grandpa’. He had no idea what was wrong with these two, his clothes were crumpled, and they smelled of alcohol.

He didn’t consider himself a hot-blooded or good-tempered person. The two of them forcibly dragged him, crying for daddy and mommy. He had long run out of patience.

It was already nice of him to send both back since they had arrived at the door and someone was there to receive them. He could naturally leave now.

Shen Shuci squinted at the two imposing men, wondering if they were going to help the person inside. Then, a scene unfolded before her that left her dumbfounded.

The two men loosened their grip and actually dropped him right on the ground, got in the car, and drove off...

What the hell?

They just left the person like that?

Considering how brave those two looked, but utterly expressionless while doing this, honestly, it felt like they were here to ”dump a body.”

Could this be a dead person?! Why isn’t he moving at all!

Shen Shuci tentatively walked over; the person was lying face down, unrecognizable, but she smelled a strong scent of alcohol. She slightly kicked him with her foot...

”Uh—” the person moved his arm!

She sighed in relief, thankful he wasn’t dead. She crouched down, turned him over with her hand, and saw a face she would never forget in her life!

It was him...

In her dreams, she didn’t know how many times she had kicked that face!

”Hey—” Shen Shuci poked his arm, his face was flushed and reeking of alcohol, no response.

”Jiang Chengsi?”

She called out twice, and the only response was the biting cold wind.

How had he drunk so much alcohol? Remembering the past grievances under him that had yet to be settled, should she just leave him here to freeze for the night? After all, it wasn’t her doing the ”body dumping.”

That’s what Shen Shuci thought, and so she did. She turned, went back inside, closed the door cleanly and neatly. She just picked up a cup of water, then glanced out the window one more time—he wasn’t bad-looking. What if someone passing by took him back and did something unseemly?

There were frequent reports nowadays of people getting drunk and left on the streets, picked up by others... Although he was a man, it’s hard to guarantee...

But then she remembers how he had once mistreated her as a thief, didn’t apologize, and even made some shameless comments, she was quite annoyed about that.