Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Ever since the You family incident, Huo Ran earnestly began learning martial arts. With Huo Qinqi teaching him, he improved pretty quickly.

On weekends, the Jiang Family had gatherings, and they originally invited Shen Shuci, but since she and Huo Qinqi had already made plans to have a meal at the Huo Family, Tang Wan didn’t force her to come.

“Sister-in-law, while my brother’s cooking, why don’t we go outside and spar a bit?” Huo Ran felt that his training had been quite effective, and he wanted to have a sparring match with everyone he met.

“You and me?” Shen Shuci had seen his skills.

When he brawled with that You brat, it was much like a fight between elementary schoolers.

“I’ve learned quite a few things with my brother recently, and it’s been very effective.”

“Alright then.” Huo Qinqi was cooking, and while she intended to help, he chased her away. The Huo Family didn’t have much else in terms of entertainment or recreation, so she was feeling a little bored.

Just as the two arrived at the Martial Arts Arena, someone reported the live situation to Huo Qinqi.

“Sir, Young Master Huo Ran said he wants to spar with Miss Shen, and they’ve already reached the Martial Arts Arena.”

Huo Qinqi nodded without saying a word, and the ensuing reports came in one after another…

“Young Master Huo Ran told Miss Shen not to hold back.”

“He is provoking Miss Shen, saying that considering she’s his sister-in-law and also a woman, he’s worried about hurting her, and asked if she’d like to wear protective clothing or gear.”

“He also said he’d give Miss Shen a hand and a foot, or let her have three moves.”

…

The Huo Family talked back and forth for a long time, and the final message was: “Young Master Huo Ran got knocked down by Miss Shen with one kick.”

Huo Qinqi just raised an eyebrow and continued cooking without looking up.

When the two came back, Shen Shuci didn’t seem out of breath or blushing, acting perfectly normal. However, Huo Ran entered the house limping and clutching his backside. The injuries from the previous beating hadn’t fully healed, and he looked particularly miserable, lying on the sofa and whimpering.

“Those flashy moves he used against me, did you teach him that?” Shen Shuci looked at Huo Qinqi.

“What moves?”

“Just…” Shen Shuci briefly described it to him.

Before the sparring started, he kept doing these showy but impractical things, acting all high and mighty, circling me while making silly noises. Honestly… seeing him like that really made me want to hit him.

“Do you think that’s something I would teach him?”

“Then who taught him?”

“Probably Chengsi.”

…

At this moment, Jiang Chengsi was sitting in Jiang Shiyi’s car on the way home when he suddenly sneezed, causing Jiang Shiyi to frown and glance at him from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t worry, bro, I’m not catching a cold.” He grinned sheepishly.

“I just think you’re dirty.”

“…”

“You know that droplets from a sneeze can spread over three or four meters, and you sneezing inside my car, in this confined space, means it’s probably filled with your droplets now.”

Jiang Chengsi leaned back in his seat, wondering, I just sneezed:

Who am I? Where am I?

“Bro, how come you didn’t tell me you resigned from your job?” Jiang Chengsi quickly changed the subject, “Was the pressure that bad?”

“Yeah.” Jiang Shiyi replied seriously, “Insomnia, hair loss.”

Jiang Chengsi squinted, instinctively looking at his hair…

Dark, thick, and shiny, it didn’t look like someone experiencing hair loss at all.

“Which company isn’t profit-driven nowadays? To make money, there’s bound to be competition. So what kind of job are you planning to find?”

“I’ve got an interview on Monday, I’ll let you know once I get the result.”

“Hope the interview goes well, I’ll treat you to a meal.”

“Let’s talk about it when the time comes.”

Jiang Shiyi’s line of work was worlds apart from his own, and he couldn’t really help or understand his profession, so he didn’t dig deeper, letting out a yawn and falling asleep.

…

However, this matter piqued Tang Wan’s interest.

“Do you know anything about Third Brother changing jobs?” Tang Wan asked Jiang Jinsang, who had just come out of the shower. After months of continuous exercise, although he still looked slender in clothes, his muscle lines were increasingly smooth and appealing.

“What inside scoop would I have?” Jiang Jinsang replied while drying his hair with a towel.

Ever since the incident with Huo Qinqi and his little aunt, Jiang Jinsang had become several degrees more observant and vigilant.