Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 468: 299 transferred the Civil Affairs Bureau to the Hospital, operations are getting more and more sophisticated_2

Jiang Jinsang caught a glimpse of her donning a pair of disposable gloves, picking up some sweet bean sauce with chopsticks, spreading it on a lotus leaf pancake, sequentially adding slices of duck meat, scallions, cucumber sticks, rolling it up…

He wasn’t particularly fond of food, but at that moment his gaze was fixed on her hands, only to see her turn her head and offer the rolled duck to Jiang Yanting, “Big brother…”

Jiang Yanting glanced at her, seemingly hesitant about whether or not to eat.

Qi Zeyan turned to appraise Jiang Jinsang but found that he was sitting on the bed, staring straight at him, “What? Why are you continuously staring at me?”

“When I was unconscious, Uncle Zhou said that a little stimulation might help me wake up, and you cursed at me 5 times.”

…

He had been able to speak for a while now after waking up, yet he never brought up this matter, and everyone thought that he might not remember what happened during his coma.

Otherwise, Qi Zeyan wouldn’t dare to run here every day.

“How could that be… you remembered it wrong,” Qi Zeyan said grudgingly, pondering how to slip away.

“You said I, the sickly one, am particularly troublesome, like to play tricks, and am up to no good.”

“You said you always indulge me, or else you would have taken care of me a long time ago.”

“And you also said… if I don’t wake up, you’re going to make a move on Wanwan? How shameless it is to take advantage of others, I won’t mention that, but you even covet your brother’s fiancée, your own sister-in-law, what about that…”

…

Although Tang Wan had been in the hospital, she couldn’t possibly stay by his side 24 hours a day, and she had never heard Qi Zeyan say such things.

Qi Zeyan wished he could smash his head against tofu; he just spoke nonsense because he had such a rare opportunity to point at someone’s nose and curse. At the time, he indeed had some interest in Tang Wan, and someone, knowing his thoughts, didn’t expose him.

He also, like a fool, cleared the way for his rival in love, only for that person to snitch the tender greens under the radar.

He definitely had no interest in Tang Wan now, but upon reflecting on the entire matter, he couldn’t help feeling wronged. After all, spouting nonsense is easy for anyone; he thought that since Jiang Jinsang wouldn’t hear anyway, just pick whatever would provoke a reaction…

Truly as the saying goes:

Cursing others is a blast for a moment, cursing all the time feels good all the time, but damn, getting caught… one must apologize and regret bitterly, facing the consequences oneself.

As soon as Tang Wan heard that the matter somehow involved her, she pressed a little harder with her finger, and a drop of sweet bean sauce leaked from the lotus leaf pancake, staining Jiang Yanting’s clothes…

“Big brother…”

“It’s nothing.” Jiang Yanting had gotten somewhat closer to her after interacting in the hospital room for many days, and his tone was not as cold as before.

Qi Zeyan nervously swallowed, “Grandpa is still waiting for my Peking duck, haha… it won’t taste good once it’s cold, so, um, I’m going to head out first.”

Jiang Jinsang was, after all, lying in the bed, unable to chase him down.

But just as he opened the door to the room, Jiang stood there like a wall in the doorway, “What are you doing?”

“My words aren’t finished yet,” Jiang Jinsang said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

“Mr. Qi, please, sit for a while longer,” Jiang invited him in.

Qi Zeyan felt as though he had hit rock bottom…

If it weren’t for being in the hospital, where raising one’s voice is frowned upon, he would not have been so polite.

In the end, he had no choice but to sit in front of the sickbed and get tormented by someone for over half an hour.

Tang Wan and Jiang Yanting sat on one side, eating Peking duck and watching the show.

“…Xiaowu, after saying so much, you must have thought of what you want to do,” Qi Zeyan said, spreading his hands with an expression that clearly said:

I’m all in, what can you possibly do to me?

“Last year, didn’t your family develop a new residential area…”

“That was a joint development with others, launching for Lantern Festival pre-sales, what, you want to buy a house? In all of Beijing, who has more houses than you do? And you still want to buy?”

“A marriage house is better when it’s new.”

“So…” Qi Zeyan’s head ached, you say all this, and you’re basically asking me for a house.