Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

In a room of the Jiang Mansion

After Jiang Jinsang finished speaking, Qi Zeyan was almost driven mad with anger by him. Just listen to this crap.

What he was talking about had nothing to do with the turtle.

The main issue was his attitude. Things were already on fire, and he still had the leisure to sit here making toys for his son.

Seeing a certain someone starting to work on the wood again, his anger flared, and he walked straight over, wanting to snatch the thing out of his hands.

”Can you just fucking listen to me properly?”

”Zeyan.” Jiang Jinsang put down the file in his hand and looked at him seriously. ”Who told you we haven’t done anything?”

”What have you done then? Say it and let me hear it.”

”That person is clearly coming for Fourth Brother. If Fourth Brother doesn’t make himself look a bit miserable, how would the person behind dare take follow-up action? This guy is hiding way too deep. If we don’t give him something heavy, why would he be willing to show his face?”

”...”

Jiang Jinsang continued sanding the wood in his hand. ”I’m sure that what happened at the bar before also had his hand in it. Since he wants to ruin Fourth Brother, we might as well go along with it and let Fourth Brother sink into self-destruction and give him what he wants.”

”Anyway, it fits his image.”

”He’s a playboy by nature. After taking a hit like this, drowning his sorrows in alcohol is perfectly normal.”

Qi Zeyan instantly understood what he meant.

No wonder no one in the Jiang Family had moved.

”But I dragged him out of the bar. That won’t mess up your plan?”

”That’s part of the plan. We’ve long known your temper. Once you got the news, you’d definitely rush back to find him right away. It was all arranged. The tempers of the few of us are right there for everyone to see; none of us would blow up at him in public. Only you—one spark and you explode.”

If any of the Jiang Family brothers were to lay hands on him, they’d definitely pick a place with no one around. A public quarrel was almost impossible.

So this had to be done by Qi Zeyan.

”...”

Qi Zeyan suspected this bastard was deliberately implying that he couldn’t keep his cool, saying he had no patience.

”We just want them to think their goal has been achieved. Only then will they take further action. As long as they make a move, things will be easier to handle.”

Qi Zeyan coughed lightly. ”But I actually hit him.”

”You really hit him?” Jiang Jinsang had also seen the gossip online and thought it was just netizens exaggerating and making stuff up.

”Yeah, I punched him once.” Qi Zeyan cleared his throat.

”No wonder on the way I sent him to the Huo Family, he kept looking at me with that resentful gaze.”

”I even told him to stop staring, said if he kept looking I’d poke his eyes blind.”

Jiang Jinsang: ”...”

”But he really was talking like a jerk at the time. I couldn’t hold it in. You guys could’ve at least told me in advance, then I wouldn’t have gone in so hard.”

Jiang Jinsang lowered his head, examining the wood in his hand. ”It’s fine. This makes it more realistic. If we’d told you ahead of time, with your acting skills, you probably wouldn’t have passed.”

”...”

**

At the Huo Family at this moment

Jiang Chengsi was sitting on the sofa, holding an egg to his face. Even if it was all just an act, Qi Zeyan’s punch had been way too heavy.

Fuck, he’d almost smashed his nose and made it bleed.

Though he couldn’t really blame him, since the guy hadn’t been in on it.

”How does it feel?” Huo Qinqi looked at him.

”It’s fine, just still hurts a bit.” Jiang Chengsi rubbed his face. ”Jiang Xiaowu really calculated this too well. Qi Zeyan actually did go looking for him.”

”We nailed this scene, but my face took the hit.”

”Seriously, this is killing me. And we don’t even know if this move will work. If the person behind doesn’t react, I took that punch for nothing.”

...

Just as Jiang Chengsi was grumbling nonstop, his phone started vibrating. It was an unfamiliar number. He frowned and didn’t pick up directly, turned on speaker instead. As soon as the call connected, a sultry woman’s voice came through.

”Hello, Fourth Master, sorry to bother you so late. I’m Yang Yiyi.”

Jiang Chengsi’s heart gave a jolt, and he signaled to Huo Qinqi to speak.

”Hello, what is it?”

Hearing an unfamiliar cold, hoarse male voice, Yang Yiyi froze for a few seconds. ”Isn’t this Fourth Master’s phone? You are...”