Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

”After You Shenming was arrested, the You Family indeed wasn’t what it used to be, but recently he’s become quite the popular figure in Beijing, visiting Grandpa perhaps to avoid criticism.”

”Popular figure?” Tang Wan laughed.

”The Si Family is back in Beijing; they keep a low profile and don’t entertain guests. Those who want to curry favor will certainly go through the You Family.”

Tang Wan sneered, ”So, they’re still leaning on the power of the Si Family.”

”If he behaves, it’s fine. If not...” Jiang Jinsang chuckled in a muffled voice.

”The Si Family can’t accommodate him either.”

”That’s their family’s business, nothing to do with us.” At this moment, Tang Wan was entirely focused on her child. She listened to matters unrelated to her but didn’t take them to heart.

”How do you know it has nothing to do with us?” Jiang Jinsang teased.

”What does it have to do with us? Last time Xiaowai’s full moon celebration, the Si Family sent many gifts. At most, next time they have a banquet, we’ll return the favor. What else is there?”

Jiang Jinsang smiled silently, making Tang Wan want to hit him.

Why did he always smile so meaningfully, as if hiding something she didn’t know?

She turned around to check if her son was awake, only to find Shen Shuci had left her book behind—a heap of postgraduate entrance exam materials. ”When did she become so forgetful? I’ll give her a call.”

”No need to call. I’ll deliver them to her when I have time.” Jiang Jinsang had heard the Huo Family had brewed quite a bit of green plum wine and always wanted to get a few jars. He picked up one of the books inside and flipped through it casually.

”Postgraduate English Reading Comprehension Past Papers”

Postgraduate English, just these? Jiang Jinsang flipped through a few pages; it didn’t seem too difficult to him.

As it turned out, Shen Shuci returned home, just in time to meet guests, and forgot about buying books.

A pile of postgraduate materials ended up being viewed by Jiang Jinsang, and in the end, Shen Shuci didn’t pass the exam, while Jiang Jinsang, who casually enrolled in a school, actually got in...

This led to a series of subsequent events that significantly impacted Jiang Xiaowai’s future.

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Meanwhile, on Jiang Chengsi’s side, after noticing a change in his state of mind, he didn’t often talk with the person across from him during meals. She thought Jiang Chengsi was in a bad mood, so she gradually spoke less too.

”Fourth Master, if you’re not in the mood today, we can postpone the driving lesson,” she suggested, noticing Jiang Chengsi’s odd expression and lack of interest in teaching her to drive.

”No need to postpone!” Jiang Chengsi quickly dismissed the suggestion.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere felt a bit strange.

After the meal, they drove to Jiang Chengsi’s home garage. Among a bunch of heavy motorcycles, the modified car stood out prominently because its body was lower than the others.

”Try riding that one, just as I taught you last time,” Jiang Chengsi pointed to the vehicle.

”I’ve never seen this car before; is it new?” She touched the car, its exterior matte black, exuding a low-key yet flamboyant aura.

”Yes,” Jiang Chengsi nodded.

She climbed onto the car, its body slightly lower, allowing her feet to touch the ground. The grip on the handlebars and the overall feel were excellent.

”Wait here a moment; I’ll get something from inside.” Seeing her fitting well on the bike, Jiang Chengsi turned back toward the house. She stayed on the bike, getting a feel for it, not paying attention to what Jiang Chengsi was doing. So when he returned with a helmet and gloves, she was taken aback.

”This is...”

”It’s yours, newly bought. Try it on.”

”Thank you.” She took the helmet in both hands, unable to articulate the complex emotions in her heart.

”Don’t know how to put it on?” Jiang Chengsi noticed her lack of action, looking down at her with lowered eyebrows. This was a helmet specifically for motorcycling; someone not into biking might never have touched one.

Before she could respond, the helmet was taken back by Jiang Chengsi. ”You’ll need to tie your hair a bit lower, or it will get pressed.”

”Okay.” She reached up to undo the ponytail, letting her hair flow down, smooth and shiny, before tying it into a low ponytail.

Jiang Chengsi watched her intently, his fingers itching on the helmet, feeling the urge to touch her hair.