Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Capítulo 890: Chapter 538: Brazen Provocation—Is Third Brother Coming with a Knife to Kill?

Guantang Villa

Tang Wan and Jiang Jinsang had just finished tidying up the guest bedroom when they received a call from the old house, “Hello, Grandma…”

“Your grandmother’s being discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Come straight to the old house for dinner in the evening. I just bought two free-range chickens to make soup, to nourish you and your grandma.”

“Okay,” Tang Wan nodded with a smile.

“I went to the hospital to see her today and asked her to stay at our house, but she refused, saying that she had already discussed with you to go to your place instead.” The old lady’s tone was helpless, “Alright then, I won’t disturb your rest…”

After hanging up the phone with the old lady, Tang Wan touched her belly. At five months, her pregnancy wasn’t very visible, but recently it was as if her belly had blown up like a balloon, making it much more noticeable.

With Grandma set to be discharged tomorrow, although the Shen Family had already bought a house and it was nicely decorated, just needing some furniture and living necessities, the payment, processing paperwork, and getting the keys would still take some time.

Shen Shuci’s rental place wasn’t suitable for living, and it was awkward to constantly impose on the Jiang Family, so they temporarily stayed at Tang Wan’s place.

That’s why the couple had tidied up the guest bedroom.

Meanwhile, over at the old house, the old lady was busy making calls to notify the Jiang Family of the dinner tomorrow.

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Jiang Shiyi was writing a report in the office when he got the call. Lin Luyou had been working on a thesis recently, and as her assistants, they needed to conduct experiments and analyze data, essentially playing a supporting role.

As an assistant, he didn’t have his own office, so he was in Lin Luyou’s office with another young assistant.

The room was unusually quiet, so when his phone vibrated, it startled the young assistant.

Jiang Shiyi walked out with his phone. Lin Luyou was typing away at her thesis, glancing at the bottom right corner of her computer. It was nine in the evening; who would call him at this hour?

Only after he stepped out and addressed the phone as “Grandma” did she lower her gaze and get back to writing.

“… Wanwan’s Grandma is being discharged tomorrow. If you’re free in the evening, come to my place for dinner.”

After nodding in agreement, Jiang Shiyi returned to the office and transmitted the completed data to Lin Luyou. “Team Leader, I’ve sent you the data file. Please check it.”

“So fast?” The young assistant was amazed by his speed. They were working on the same task, yet Jiang Shiyi had finished while he was only two-thirds done.

Ever since Jiang Shiyi joined, the young assistant had been anxious, feeling like a novice in his presence.

Jiang Shiyi got up to refill his coffee.

“Did you send it? I haven’t received anything.” Lin Luyou frowned. A newly sent email should appear with a quick refresh of the inbox.

“I sent it,” Jiang Shiyi replied confidently.

“But it’s not here,” Lin Luyou said, feeling an inexplicable frustration. The pressing thesis deadline had her staying up nightly, and now she couldn’t find the data she needed.

The sound of her clicking the mouse was loud, and just as she refreshed the page again, Jiang Shiyi had already come up behind her.

“It’s really not…” Lin Luyou was aware of his presence behind her, but before she finished speaking, she noticed a shadow enveloping her, and a clear male voice spoke from beside her.

“Refresh it again, let me see.”

The deep voice, perhaps subdued due to the quiet office, was so low it seemed to press against her eardrum, making her heart skip a beat.

The young assistant nearby was discreetly watching them.

Honestly, with Jiang Shiyi’s voice, even as a man, he found it incredibly charming. Not pursuing a career in broadcasting seemed like a waste.

“Okay.” Lin Luyou nodded, preparing to refresh the page. Whether it was nerves or a faulty mouse, she couldn’t click the refresh button.

“Let me,” Jiang Shiyi said, placing his coffee cup on the table.

“No, I can do it myself…”

Before she could finish, a pair of warm hands enveloped her right hand, perfectly fitting against her hand and fingertips as he guided the mouse.

The office was chilly due to the air conditioning, but his hands were hot, likely from holding the coffee cup.

The warmth seeped through the back of her hand, reaching her heart.