Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

The two were arch-enemies, Xie Duo was typically indifferent to him, and suddenly he was passing pastries and kindly reminding him, something felt unusual.

“What’s with me?” Just been scolded by the old man, Xie Duo was still tactful, just going through the motions.

“Did you take the wrong medication?”

“…”

“Or is it because my proposal was successful, and you’re already conscious of being the nephew you ought to be?”

Xie Duo was so agitated he gritted his teeth, could this man be any more shameless?

He smirked, “You want to be my uncle? Wait till you and my aunt are married then.”

A knife plunged in, followed by a flow of bright red blood.

Jiang Yanting did not entangle with him much and directly entered the study…

**

Elsewhere

Tang Wan and Jiang Jinsang left the clubhouse and did not go directly home but went to the hospital to see Zhou Zhongqing for a follow-up.

Zhou Zhongqing was hanging an expert plaque today and was so busy he was spinning. Just as he entered his office and saw Jiang Jinsang coming in a wheelchair, he slightly raised his eyebrows: quite delicate.

Having surgery on his stomach, yet acting as if his legs were disabled.

“Uncle Zhou,” although she had acknowledged him as her godfather, Tang Wan had not yet changed how she addressed him, “are you very tired? You should sit down and rest a bit; I knew you were almost done on your side and prepared some monk fruit tea for you. It should be just right to drink.”

“Good.” Zhou Zhongqing held the cup and took a sip, the sweetness permeating straight to his heart.

He glanced at Jiang Jinsang with the corner of his eye and clicked his tongue helplessly:

No wonder they say having a daughter is like having a little cotton-padded jacket, truly caring and warm-hearted. If it were Jiang Jinsang, he’d probably just pay lip service, telling him to rest a bit and that would be it.

After drinking half a cup of tea, Zhou Zhongqing began to examine Jiang Jinsang, “Have you been exercising too often recently?”

Jiang Jinsang did not respond. Could this be seen too?

“The body is not a machine; your chronic condition is congenital, and even though the surgery removed it, you should also moderate your exercise. No need to talk more about the principle of moderation, right?”

“I’ve never seen you so eager to exercise your body before, heh—”

Zhou Zhongqing’s tone was clearly saying: you think I don’t understand your little schemes?

Even Tang Wan caught the hint and coughed with her fist to her lips, “Uncle Zhou, you don’t have surgery today, right?”

“Uh, I’ll leave on time today.”

Before, Tang Wan didn’t realize being a doctor was this strenuous, especially at Zhou Zhongqing’s level. Having one or two days off in a week to leave on time was already quite good.

“What will you eat tonight?” Tang Wan intended to change the subject.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Zhou Zhongqing stood up, stretched his back, and signaled Jiang Jinsang to fasten his coat buttons, “By the way, Wanwan, I spoke to your dad on the phone a few days ago about the recognition banquet.”

“There’s really no need for that.” Tang Wan felt it was too exhausting.

“Nowadays, there are special organizations to handle it; I just have to pay some money.” Zhou Zhongqing put down his stethoscope, “We discussed it, you and Xiaowu haven’t registered for marriage nor held an official ceremony…”

Jiang Jinsang’s fingers hesitated on the buttons, his intuition told him:

These two fathers-in-law getting together, probably up to no good.

Sure enough, what Zhou Zhongqing continued with was like a bolt from the blue.

“We were thinking; it’s not appropriate for you to continue staying at the Jiang Family. Before, there was no choice, but now that you have me as a godfather, our house is quite big, and you can move in to live with me.”

Tang Wan hadn’t expected Zhou Zhongqing to say such a thing.

“Uncle Zhou, you’re hardly home, and Wanwan will be alone most of the time if she lives at your place, it might not be very safe.” Jiang Jinsang frowned.

Having avoided Tang Yunxian, another Zhou Zhongqing pops up.

Zhou Zhongqing bent to organize his stethoscope, “Living at my place isn’t safe, and living at your place is safer? Don’t think I don’t know what you are plotting!”

“As the spring warms and brings renewal, it appears some people can’t restrain their fluttering spring hearts.”

“Let me tell you, with your health condition, without my permission, you are not allowed to engage in strenuous activities. If something happens in bed, who do you want to scare to death?”