Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

But when Jiang Jinsang looked at her, she felt her chest flooded with warmth.

”Where does it feel uncomfortable?” He walked over slowly, the heat apparent in his eyes.

”The back... Help me fix it, please.” Tang Wan instinctively covered her chest, allowing him to move behind her, reaching out to help her adjust.

Jiang Jinsang then noticed the wedding dress revealed most of her back, and his throat tightened a little.

His fingertips burned, and when he touched her skin, it made her stiffen, letting his fingers wander across her back.

”Is it not ready yet?” Tang Wan’s fingers clenched slightly, and she bowed her head, not looking at her reflection in the mirror, knowing her face was surely beet red by now.

Jiang Jinsang grunted, his intentions unclear until he stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind, his bare back pressing against her chest, causing Tang Wan’s breath to deepen.

The next second, she felt his chin resting on her shoulder, his rough, heavy breath burning hot against her skin.

”This one looks very nice.”

His breath felt as if it carried the heat of the wind, causing a slight tremor at the tip of her heart.

”Mhm,” Tang Wan nodded.

”You also look very nice.”

There were still voices outside, and he kept his voice low, Tang Wan watching in the mirror as he leaned down to gently kiss her shoulder, the soft, burning sensation on her lips triggering a shiver through her body.

Their bodies turned, their breaths entwined...

Tang Wan felt she must be insane, to be with him in a dressing room like this.

Ever since she got pregnant, they had rarely been overly intimate. But today, Jiang Jinsang was different, his kisses torrential and intense, as if he wanted to devour her, a slight pain spreading from the corner of her lips.

”Mmm—” Tang Wan couldn’t help but let out a low moan.

Though it was due to pain, in Jiang Jinsang’s ears, it sounded like the mewing of a kitten, enticing in a different way.

”Shh, keep your voice down,” he murmured hoarsely.

Tang Wan was frustrated—you know this isn’t the right setting, and yet you tell me to keep quiet.

After a few minutes, Jiang Jinsang helped her tidy her hair, his gaze dropping to her flat belly. If it weren’t for this child...

But thinking about it carefully, Tang Wan’s pregnancy was quite normal.

By day, a gentle and soft young woman, by night she would suddenly transform into someone else—like a seductive siren. Jiang Jinsang had always thought he wasn’t a lustful man, but he couldn’t resist her proactive flirtations.

During that time, life was heavenly, and without taking precautions, a pregnancy was only natural.

But after experiencing her fiery passion, suddenly having to abstain—how could one bear it?

He reached out and touched Tang Wan’s belly:

This little guy really knows how to choose the moment.

...

After trying on a few more wedding dresses, when they got home, Jiang Chengsi was idly sitting in the courtyard playing with birds. Seeing the two of them holding hands as they entered, he was taken aback.

Just trying on wedding dresses, and still holding hands? How childish!

”Did you pick a wedding dress?” Hearing them arrive, Old Tang came out of the house and inquired. Then, turning to Jiang Chengsi, he said, ”There’s not much fun to be had at our home. It must be quite boring for you here, certainly not comparing to Beijing.”

Old Tang always felt bad for not entertaining Jiang Chengsi well, noticing he seemed rather bored when he fell ill at their home.

”Oh, no, this kind of life is comfortable,” Jiang Chengsi replied with a smile.

”He just wants to ride a motorcycle,” Jiang Jinsang chimed in.

Old Tang’s eyes lit up, ”Ride a motorcycle? We have motorcycles here.”

”Grandpa, elder brother wants a motorbike,” Tang Wan clarified.

”We have one!” Old Tang exclaimed. Jiang Chengsi’s eyes gleamed, ”It’s just been a long while since I’ve ridden it, not sure if it still works. Let’s go, follow me to check it out.”

Tang Wan didn’t even know they had such a thing in their family, so she followed them to the backyard along with the rest. This area was rarely visited, a place for storing old items.

”This was purchased over a decade ago; it’s practically an antique by now.”

Jiang Chengsi was already itching to get riding, yearning to drive unrestrained and wildly. When he saw the motorcycle, he was utterly dumbfounded...

”Don’t judge this bike by its age. The things made back then didn’t cut corners; the quality is still very good.”