Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

When he was about to leave, Zhou Zhongqing even went out of his way to leave a note, poured a glass of water, and placed it beside the bed; he was just about to tuck him in when he almost got kicked.

Jiang Jinsang's brow furrowed...

He hadn't expected that after so much drinking, Zhou would still be such a handful.

**

Tang Wan could hold her liquor well and seldom got drunk, so Jiang Jinsang had his arm around her waist, supporting her as they left through the door and entered the elevator.

At that moment, there was a young man in the elevator looking down at his phone. He glanced at them once, didn't pay much attention initially, but then sneakily took another look or two.

Wasn't this Fifth Master Jiang with his wife?

The two had been the subject of a livestream before, because of the Cui Yu incident; many young people knew them. The young man coughed, pretending to be engrossed in his phone while taking furtive glances at them.

After all, it was rare to see them in person.

Tang Wan had a gentle demeanor, but she had drunk quite a bit today; her cheeks were slightly flushed, looking as if brushed with a layer of powder, and she was leaning half-softly into Jiang Jinsang's arms, her voice soft and tender, "Fifth Brother—"

His breath was searing, penetrating his clothes and landing on his chest.

The fire flared so hotly it made his heart quiver.

The young man beside them unconsciously tightened his throat.

Miss Tang's voice was indeed too seductive; even the most ascetic man, upon hearing that naive and tender voice, might find it irresistible.

"What's wrong?" said Jiang Jinsang as he held her, his voice filled with pampering.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young man beside them; the young man immediately lowered his head, daring not look any longer.

"I feel a bit stuffy."

The air in the elevator was stagnant, not smelling very good, and Tang Wan was frowning, her eyes seemingly damp; her tender gaze softened his heart.

Perhaps feeling breathless, she clenched her hand on the front of his shirt, twisting it tight.

Jiang Jinsang felt as if she was kneading his heart, and it instantly made his own breathing become more labored.

"It's too uncomfortable."

Tang Wan rarely got drunk, and suddenly having drunk so much, she naturally felt uncomfortable; all sticky and overheated, she subconsciously tried to tug at her collar but Jiang Jinsang stopped her with a steady hand.

"Stop fidgeting, be good—"

His voice was gentle and caring, making even the nearby young man flush with heat.

Oh no...

He had originally thought himself lucky to run into them, but now he wished he could find a crack to crawl into; it was unbearably hot in the elevator!

"Phew—" He let out a breath; just as he glanced their way, his eyes met Jiang Jinsang's directly.

He shrank back, terrified!

Jiang Jinsang's eyes narrowed further, and the young man could no longer stay; as soon as the elevator reached the ground floor, he fled.

Oh my goodness—

He had recently been following the news and the gossips claiming that Fifth Master Jiang and You Congrong were a pair, and some delusional fans were saying that their relationship was loveless, Tang Wan couldn't compare to You Congrong?

That was absolute nonsense. Tang Wan in person was much prettier than in videos and photos, and the way they were now...

It was unmistakably the passionate love phase of their relationship.

Even a single extra glance felt as if Fifth Master Jiang would devour him; where did these fans get off criticizing their relationship?

He regretted his cowardice for not daring to look more.

**

In the elevator, when it was just the two of them, Jiang Jinsang was still holding her hand.

"Be good," he said in a deep voice.

Jiang Jinsang's voice was naturally magnetic and pleasant. At this moment, deliberately lowered, it blew by Tang Wan's ear; already warm from drinking too much, her ears now felt even hotter.

She covered her ears, "Itchy—"

Her voice trembled, soft and weak, very gentle and delicately whining.

Jiang Cuo and Jiang Jiu had been waiting in the garage; catching a glimpse of the two coming out of the elevator, with Tang Wan still tipsy, Jiang Jiu immediately got out of the car and opened the door for them.

"Sir, heading home?"

"First, to the pharmacy; buy some hangover medicine." Tang Wan rarely got drunk and might feel quite uncomfortable when she woke up.

But on the way there, Tang Wan was visibly restless, leaning into his arms, constantly shifting her body; she was suffering, but her movements were starting to make Jiang Jinsang uncomfortable too...

Just as they were about to enter the freeway, Jiang Jinsang suddenly spoke up.

"Let's go to a hotel."

Jiang Cuo was stunned, "A... hotel?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing." They were husband and wife; booking a room wasn't an issue.

Zhou Zhongqing was drunkenly hazy, vaguely remembering how he had taken care of Jiang Jinsang, even cursing him as a bastard, a damn jerk— in his dreams.

He had absolutely no idea that someone had truly played the jerk today.