Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

"They've been together before, so there's no need to be so melodramatic," Shen Zhixian accepted the fact that they had been intimate quite calmly.

But she found it strange that she couldn't remember anything at all?

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yanting sized her up.

"Last night... how long did we do it?"

How could she not feel anything?

When Jiang Yanting heard this, his fingers paused, and his face turned dark, "Get up, wash up, change your clothes. We still need to pick up the child from Chengsi."

As soon as she heard about the child, Shen Zhixian quickly threw off the quilt and washed up and changed.

While brushing her teeth, she still found it strange. Usually, he was quite demanding in that area, but this time it felt okay...

Could it be that he is now so gentle, or is it...

He's past his prime?

Shen Zhixian, when drunk, was bold and would say anything, and when sober, she was elegant and dignified, very proper. Some thoughts were only entertained in her mind, definitely not to be spoken in front of Jiang Yanting.

And she had no idea that last night she had already said everything, appropriate or not.

If she weren't his wife, Jiang Yanting would have probably wanted to strangle her long ago.

This matter was already frustrating for him, and she was just rubbing salt in his wounds.

For a man...

The last thing he wants is for someone to say he can't perform, especially when that someone is his wife. This score, sooner or later, would have to be settled.

**

When they went to pick up the children, it was nearly noon, so they had lunch at Jiang Chengsi's house.

"The kids must have troubled you too; let me handle the cooking for lunch," Shen Zhixian offered with a smile.

"I'll do it," Jiang Shiyi chimed in.

Having lived alone abroad for many years, he had mastered cooking. When he insisted on cooking, Shen Zhixian couldn't really say much, but she still took off her coat, tied on an apron, and helped him out.

Shen Zhixian had only heard Jiang Chengsi occasionally complain that Jiang Shiyi had minor OCD and was a bit of a clean freak, she had just laughed it off, but now that she was helping him, she truly realized it.

She had imagined, with two grown men and two kids, the house would be chaotic. Instead, it was spotless, cleaner than their own home.

Jiang Shiyi was in charge of cooking, his movements so graceful it seemed like he was crafting a work of art; the kitchen counter where he chopped vegetables was impeccably clean, and the cookware was arranged neatly. Shen Zhixian was almost too embarrassed to intervene.

"Will you need green onion, ginger, and garlic? I'll prepare them first," Shen Zhixian washed the green onions and began chopping them into sections and dicing some.

Jiang Shiyi didn't say anything at first, but after she walked away, he took the knife and reprocessed some of the onion sections. Naturally, Shen Zhixian noticed this when she returned...

Because all of the green onion sections were now exactly the same length.

When he began to cook, placing the seasonings in the pan, he was almost exact in how many grams of each ingredient was needed.

"Don't you find cooking this way troublesome?" Shen Zhixian asked quietly.

"Troublesome? Where?" Jiang Shiyi looked at her.

Having conducted experiments for years, his hands were naturally precise in measuring, not needing scales to estimate the proportions of marinades or condiments.

When he first went abroad, Jiang Zhaolin had found him a housekeeper, whom he dismissed later; then he cooked himself, naturally following recipes. On these recipes, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar were all precisely measured by the gram. He cooked according to those recipes precisely. Over time, he had gotten used to it.

"Isn't this tiring to cook?" For ordinary people, it would definitely seem troublesome, but for Jiang Shiyi, it was just routine.

To her question, Jiang Shiyi simply responded with eight words:

"Scientific ratio, healthy nutrition."

Shen Zhixian was amazed, "Your ratio is really scientific."

However, once the hot dish was served, the taste was quite good, even though his cooking style was a blend of Eastern and Western cuisines. The two children enjoyed it immensely.

"Uncle, did you make all of this?" Taotao loved his boiled pork slices so much that she ate half a bowl more rice than usual.

"Yes," replied Jiang Shiyi with a nod.

"How impressive." Like a miracle-working uncle, capable of anything.

Taotao bowed her head to eat, but her thoughts lingered. All uncles in the Jiang family were impressive. She glanced covertly at her own father...

Jiang Yanting saw her looking at him, thinking she had something to say, but the little girl, after a long look, bowed her head again:

Nothing's wrong, being able to make money is also an impressive skill.

On the way back, Shen Zhixian glanced at Jiang Yanting, "You should call them later. If they don't want to cook, they can call ahead and come eat at our place."

"Okay." Jiang Yanting could see that Shen Zhixian was simply trying to bring the brothers closer together. Jiang Chengsi was fine, but Jiang Shiyi really wasn't close to anyone.

"I always thought Jiang Shiyi was somewhat cold-hearted, but after interacting with him, I don't feel he's as aloof as I imagined. What kind of person is he, really?"

"Ever since he was young, he's been a top student. Grandpa had once said, he and Xiaowu are the smartest ones in our family. Although Xiaowu's health isn't good, preferring to read all sorts of miscellaneous books and research eccentric topics, Shiyi is more orthodox. He won many awards in various competitions from a young age..."

Listening to this, Shen Zhixian's impression of Jiang Shiyi was:

A top student!

Jiang Jiang was not interested in how smart Jiang Shiyi was, or how he got accepted into university, became a researcher, and pursued a PhD because he already knew. He was busy tinkering with a Rubik's Cube, while Taotao listened very seriously.

It sounds like... Uncle is really impressive.

And a thought firmly took root in her little heart:

Studying is really useful! If I study well and graduate, I can be as impressive as Uncle.

"Mom, I also want to study hard," Taotao said.

"Good, you should study hard like your uncle," what parent wouldn't be happy to hear that? Shen Zhixian certainly was.

Taotao glanced at her brother, still playing with the Rubik's Cube, and sighed helplessly.

"Taotao, look, I've solved this side," Jiangjiang showed her, "Am I not impressive?"

Taotao smiled weakly, "Brother, you're the best!"

Jiangjiang was overjoyed, continuing to brag about his Rubik's Cube skills to Shen Zhixian, who praised him, making him very pleased.

But Taotao, looking at her brother whose obsession with toys might be costing him his future, sighed softly:

How do I save you, my foolish brother!

Still, studying hard is the only way forward.

Jiang Yanting, hearing his daughter's resolve to study, felt reassured. However, knowing children often change their minds quickly, he took her words with a grain of salt, oblivious that Taotao had made Jiang Shiyi her role model and was determined to study hard.

And since Jiang Jinsang also loved reading books, Taotao felt that studying hard and reading diligently was the most important thing.

This way, after growing up, she could become as impressive as her uncle.

Thus, a common scene at home was Jiangjiang holding a toy gun, counting down as he "fired" shots, rightly earning himself the nickname "The Little Demon King" for never staying still; whereas Taotao would be sitting in her room, studying earnestly.

The contrast in their activities was bizarre, indeed...