Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

I seriously don’t want to stay at your house; out in the middle of nowhere, just a few wooden posts in the yard can scare someone half to death when getting up to use the bathroom!

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Tang Wan took Shen Shuci home and spent a long time urging, “Why don’t you come stay with me tonight?” Her hand was swollen quite frighteningly.

“Really, no need. It’ll go down soon. You all are making too big a deal out of this.”

It wasn’t Tang Wan’s fault to worry. The horse had startled her until her legs went weak. If something happened to Shen Shuci, she wouldn’t know how to explain it to her grandparents.

“Alright, you better go, don’t keep him waiting downstairs.”

“If you need anything, call me anytime,” Tang Wan frowned, still a bit worried after leaving her house.

By the time she got into her car, Jiang Jinsang was reporting to someone.

“… She is safely home now.”

“Okay.”

“I think if you are still worried, starting tomorrow, why not pick her up and drop her off at work or take her to the hospital for a check-up? Take full responsibility.”

The other person didn’t speak and just hung up the phone.

“Xiaowu, don’t meddle unnecessarily,” Tang Wan frowned, “You want Huo Big Brother to chauffeur your aunt?” After seeing his straightforwardly male actions today, he was sure to mess up Shen Shuci.

“Don’t worry, he won’t really do it. I know him well enough; just kidding around.”

If he could show even a little kindness to a girl, he wouldn’t have been single for over thirty years…

“That’s true too,” Tang Wan wasn’t too familiar with him, but he didn’t seem like someone who would do that. Yet she was still worried about her aunt.

Shen Shuci was even younger than her, living alone, and indeed there was some concern.

“If we had known there would be an accident, we wouldn’t have taken her to the Huo Family,” Tang Wan frowned.

The doctor at the Huo Family had checked her injury, and it wasn’t serious, but the bruising from being dragged was making both her palms swollen and red. It wasn’t something that would heal quickly.

“Let’s visit her tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

…

But neither of them knew, back at the Huo Family, Qi Zeyan was slapping his thigh, continuously whispering into someone’s ear: “Old Huo, today’s incident, my fault, Jiang Xiaowu was right. We should take full responsibility…”