Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Do you have to speak so simply and bluntly?

Can’t you be a bit more tactful?

Jiang Chengsi has long wanted another child, the Si family also has few members. Si Yushan wishes these two could add a football team to the family. But having kids isn’t something achievable in a day or two; it requires planning and arrangements.

At the time, everyone was focused on the newly-born Little Tuanzi. Jiang Chengsi’s career was just starting out, and he often worked overtime at the company, coming home at midnight. Being too busy, the second child plan was shelved.

”Anyway, with mom and the child not here, what do you think?” Jiang Chengsi pressed.

”I don’t think...”

”Come on, let’s take a shower. I’m sweaty all over; it’s terribly uncomfortable.” Jiang Chengsi grabbed her without a word and pulled her into the bathroom.

”I don’t need a shower, I’m not sweaty.”

”You are sweaty.”

”I’m not!”

”I say you are, so you are.”

”...”

In certain matters, reasoning with a rogue is useless.

The Si family watching this scene was unsurprised. Originally, the Si family was about rules and propriety; but having married in a free-spirited son-in-law, a chaotic household became the norm.

A few Si family members slacked off, crouching in the corner and started gossiping:

”Guess how long it’ll be this time?”

”The Fourth Master has work tomorrow. Two hours? They haven’t even had dinner yet.”

”Wouldn’t it be great if they could add a little young master, then they’d have both a son and a daughter.”

...

Si Qingxiao was woken by a whiff of cool air. She opened her eyes. It was the first rain after the onset of autumn, urgent and fierce, with glaring lights flickering, jarring her remaining consciousness.

In the end, all she remembered was the hint of red in his eyes and the bulging veins on his temple.

Silhouette floating in her eyes...

Shade, rise and fall.

Truly exhausting.

She shifted a bit, her shoulder causing the blanket to slip down, showing red marks clear on her neck and shoulder. She looked at the clock at her side — time had surprisingly slipped to one in the morning.

”What’s wrong?” Jiang Chengsi held her waist, his voice hoarse.

”It’s raining, the window’s still open.”

”I’ll close it.” Jiang Chengsi got up, pulling a robe around himself, stepping bare-footed on the cool floor, fastening the belt while closing the window, glancing at her, ”Are you hungry, want something to eat?”

Si Qingxiao nodded, having eaten, and someone seemed to get restless.

”You have work tomorrow, don’t mess around.”

”I know.”

Though he said as much, he knew well that Si Qingxiao couldn’t resist his temptation and willingly satisfies all his demands.

The next morning, Si Qingxiao heard him making a phone call in a blur.

”... I got it. I’ll go to the company soon, you entertain him first.” Probably a client came to the company.

Si Qingxiao stayed wrapped in the blanket, watching him brush his teeth and wash his face swiftly, then dress up, tidy his attire, looking serious, the suit giving him quite an elite air, tying his tie leisurely, donning a watch...

Seeing him now, probably no one can connect him with the Fourth Master of the past few years.

Only Si Qingxiao knows this man hasn’t changed; the wildness in his bones hasn’t tamed.

Even now, putting on a racing suit, someone could still ride a motorcycle and race through streets.

”Awake?” Jiang Chengsi glanced sideways at her, ”I’m a bit busy today, can’t join you for breakfast. We’ll go out for dinner tonight. You sleep a bit more.”

”Okay.” Si Qingxiao was still sleepy, turning over to continue napping, not even aware when he left.

But dinner wasn’t free...

Probably because the parents and daughter are about to return, Jiang Chengsi became even more unruly, almost driving Si Qingxiao to madness.

The night before Little Tuanzi came back, someone got kicked straight into the study.

Jiang Chengsi lay on the study sofa, still contemplating:

Having worked hard for so long, diligently and earnestly, there ought to be some reward.

In the blur, Jiang Chengsi had a dream — Si Qingxiao gave him a bunch of boys.

All with faces similar to Jiang Xiaowai, with heads full of Little Juanmao curls, shocking him awake in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat.