Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

The ”disappearance” of Jiang Chengsi caused chaos in the Jiang Family, especially for Jiang Shiyi, who rushed over from home without even changing clothes, wearing pajamas and slippers out the door.

Watching someone walk in with a stride that denies all kinship, it really makes you want to go up and kick him twice.

Having such a troublesome younger brother, it really feels like a debt carried over from a past life.

When Jiang Jinsang went to the company, he specially asked someone why the phone was turned off.

Without being completely unreachable, how could the family be so worried?

”Turned off.” Jiang Chengsi had turned off his phone intentionally to sneak over the wall of the Si Family for a rendezvous.

Jiang Jinsang didn’t respond, but once they got to the company, Jiang Chengsi was dumbfounded as someone handed him another dictionary, implying he couldn’t read or write.

Around nine or ten o’clock, Jiang Jinsang’s phone vibrated.

”Xiaojiang.”

Jiang Chengsi’s study spot was in Jiang Jinsang’s office, especially set up with a small desk for him.

”Director, what’s up?” Jiang Chengsi turned his head to look at him.

”There’s a local delivery for me at the entrance; could you go sign for it?”

”Sure.”

If it were the past, Jiang Chengsi would have exploded long ago; after a night of romance, he was in a pretty good mood.

He thought it was some important document, but when he got downstairs, he was shocked—a big cardboard box, incredibly heavy, so heavy he couldn’t even move it alone. The sender was Huo Qinqi, and what’s more...

It’s cash on delivery!

Jiang Chengsi found someone to help move the box to Jiang Jinsang’s office, only to be told that the stuff was all for him.

”For me?” Jiang Chengsi felt flattered. Huo Qinqi sent him something?

This weight...

Did he send dumbbells? But no need for such a big box.

Once opened, he was stunned.

Books like ”The Art of Speaking,” ”How to Be a Talker,” ”How People with High EQ Speak”... But what’s most terrifying buried at the bottom was ”How to Be a Husband in Marriage,” ”Marriage is More Than a Bed,” and even a ”Revised Marriage Law”...

And there’s a pile of parenting books too.

Jiang Jinsang just watched calmly.

”Director, I’m going to make a call.” Jiang Chengsi suppressed his rage, took his phone, and left the office to a quiet area to call Huo Qinqi.

The other person answered with the usual cold tone, lacking emotion, responding to his anger in an especially irritating way:

”I heard from Xiaowu you’re learning business, thought you might need it. There are books on marriage and love in there too, which might just be worth your reference.”

”Are you trying to piss me off?”

”It’s just caring from an elder.”

The mention of ”elder” made Jiang Chengsi even angrier.

Some of these books were given to Jiang Jinsang by Huo Qinqi when he was in the hospital for surgery. At the time, Jiang had jokingly noted that they were given with good intentions, and he felt bad even to not accept. Now, however...

The tides have turned, and the pile of books ended up with him.

Are they planning to pass these down through generations?

”Forget about those talking books, the books on managing marriage fit Qi Zeyan more; you should send them to him, not me.”

Huo Qinqi bluntly said, ”I think you need them more than he does.”

”What do you mean?” Jiang Chengsi was displeased, ”Do you think I’m dumber than him?”

”It’s quite obvious.”

”...”

Fine, now he doesn’t even measure up to Qi Zeyan.

**

Speaking of Qi Zeyan, in the afternoon, Jiang Jinsang coincidentally took him to the Qi Group for a meeting run by Qi Zeyan.

Since knowing each other, they’ve done bad things together, been punished together; in Jiang Chengsi’s mind, Qi Zeyan has always seemed just as unprofessional as he was, but surprisingly in work, dressed in a sharp suit, hair slicked back, emitting quite the aura; not precisely ruthless but definitely with his own business style.

Perhaps they were too familiar privately, Jiang Chengsi watched him lead the meeting, with a sense of seeing someone dignified yet playful.

Oddly enough, Qi Zeyan didn’t seem to have a favorable impression of him; during the meeting, he wouldn’t make eye contact, and afterward, while he and Jiang Jinsang chatted privately, he ordered Jiang Chengsi to serve tea and water.

”Qi Zeyan, I haven’t messed with you lately, right? At most, last time when you invited me for a drink, I turned you down. Do you have to give me the cold shoulder for that?”