Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Tang Wan returned home to find Qi Zeyan there, somewhat surprised.

That afternoon, Tang Yunxian and Tang Lao had left Beijing to return to Pingjiang after the family reunion banquet had ended, but her father and grandfather were still around, and she had stayed home for the most part. It was only after the two men had left that she went to her studio to handle some things, which naturally kept her busy until late.

"You weren't going to see Auntie?" Why did you end up here?

"I just saw her," shrugged Qi Zeyan, his spirit heavily struck.

"How was she doing today?" Tang Wan had been too busy to even call and ask about Shen Shuci.

"She was doing quite well."

"Do you want something to eat? Shall I make you a bowl of noodles?" Jiang Jinsang spoke up, startling Qi Zeyan. Since when had he started cooking?

"Sure," nodded Tang Wan as she took off her coat and beckoned Qi Zeyan to sit down, "I'm just worried about her being alone, something could happen and no one would know."

Qi Zeyan was dumbfounded. How could she be alone? These days she had a car to pick her up and drop her off from work, come rain or shine, service thorough, she didn't need your concern.

But he suddenly realized a serious problem, "Sister-in-law, you said, Miss Shen takes a taxi to work now? How do you know that?"

"In her area, if she takes public transport, she has to transfer three times. If not a taxi, then what?" Tang Wan saw a clatter in the kitchen and hurried to check, "You sit for a while, I'll go take a look."

So, Shen Shuci hadn't told her the truth?

Why lie?

Those two must have an affair going on; otherwise, why not just admit it openly?

The kitchen was semi-open, and as Tang Wan went in, she washed her hands and took over the task in Jiang Jinsang's hands, which seemed to be chopping some ingredients.

The two leaned in together, murmuring to each other, and he saw Tang Wan lower her head, seemingly a bit shy and coy, then quickly pecked him on the lips.

Qi Zeyan was stunned:

It's just cooking, can you two not be so sickeningly sweet? There's still a living person here!

Hey—look at me! I'm still here.

Later, when Jiang Jinsang leaned in and turned his head, Qi Zeyan could only see the back of someone's head. What the two were doing was self-evident.

This is ridiculous, what are you two doing?

I was just threatened with a bitter melon and hadn't even swallowed it when I was force-fed dog food.

They are just doing this to make it hard on me, aren't they?

"Don't mess around, there's someone outside," whispered Tang Wan, her head down as she continued to chop the green onions.

"He doesn't mind, he won't watch."

Little did they know, Qi Zeyan was staring at them intently with wide eyes.

His heart was in utter despair. This was all some messed-up situation.

Tang Wan finished chopping the garnish for him, and the rest was up to Jiang Jinsang. She stood to one side, occasionally instructing him. Their intimacy was, to Qi Zeyan, a single fellow, utterly incomprehensible.

These people, especially Jiang Jinsang—who had been sick for a long time and had few friends—appeared gentle, but had a strange temperament. It was impossible for him to imagine a year ago that someone in love could be so clingy.

Ever since Tang Wan came back, he was totally treated like thin air.

After they made noodles, Qi Zeyan couldn't help but tease, "Can you two pay a little attention? There's still a living person here. Mind the influence!"

Jiang Jinsang glanced at him, lifting his eyebrows, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"Jiang Xiaowu, I know a secret about you. Don't you want to know?" Qi Zeyan looked at him with mischief.

"I'm telling you, this matter has a lot to do with you."

"You better be nice to me, who knows, in a good mood, I might just..."

...

Jiang Jinsang looked at him for a while, "Jiang Cuo, see the guest out."

Qi Zeyan clenched his teeth, "Jiang Jinsang, you better not regret this. I'm telling you, this matter also involves your wife."

"Are you threatening me with my wife?"

"I'm not threatening. It's a peaceful negotiation." How did it become about threats.

"I don't want to listen."

"..."

Qi Zeyan left the Jiang Family's home feeling aggrieved, amusing Tang Wan. These people often bickered, "Are you really not interested in the secret he has? He even said it's about me."

"He can't keep a secret to save his life. He probably heard some gossip from who knows where and wants me to beg him to tell it. But I've never been interested in gossip."

"Not even if it's about me?"

"We're always together. What could there be that I don't know about?" Jiang Jinsang looked at her seriously. He had a general understanding of the matters concerning Tang Wan's work. He probably even knew about every fly that had come buzzing around her.