Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Tang Wan woke up again, thinking she was at home. With her eyes closed, she reached for her phone by the bedside but hit the lamp post instead, startling her eyes open and returning her sense to reality.

She turned her head to find herself completely alone, reaching out, she realized the bed had long since grown cold.

She turned on the light and propped herself up with both hands, only then noticing a note pinned under the telephone on the nightstand.

[I went to send off Uncle Zhou. When you wake up, call Jiang Cuo to bring you breakfast, or just wait for me to return.]

Tang Wan's head buzzed and exploded with realization. Zhou Zhongqing had flown out of the country this morning on a flight at 9:15. She glanced at her phone; it was already 8:50. How could she have slept so late?

Even if she hurried to the airport now, it would be too late.

She and Jiang Jinsang had a completely disordered schedule yesterday, sleeping only around 2 or 3 a.m., not knowing who woke up first, leaning on each other, talking for a while.

She was no longer certain who initiated it, but Tang Wan was exhausted, laying in his arms and distinctly checked her watch.

It was already 5:35.

At that moment, Tang Wan thought about going to send off Zhou Zhongqing, but her eyes were so heavy, too tired to even open, Jiang Jinsang held her as they went to the bathroom. Tang Wan didn't have the strength to refuse or struggle, and let him take her to clean up, too exhausted to even feel a shred of modesty, and fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed again.

She immediately called Zhou Zhongqing, picked up the cup by the bed, took a sip of water, and cleared her throat.

"Wanwan." Zhou Zhongqing was traveling with a team, and as it was an international trip, everything was scheduled in advance.

"Godfather, I..."

"Xiaowu already told me everything."

"What did he tell you?" Tang Wan's heart skipped, thinking that Fan Mingyu knew last night, could it be that Jiang Jinsang also told Zhou Zhongqing?

"He said you drank too much last night, threw up in the middle of the night, and didn't sleep until the early morning. It's also my fault for letting you drink so much with me, I won't do it again."

Tang Wan paused, lightning-fast in her realization, "I'm okay now."

"If you're still not feeling well, don't go to work. Just stay home and rest today, and I'll bring you some souvenirs when I come back."

"Have a safe trip."

...

After hanging up, Tang Wan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get out of bed when she felt her legs ache.

Isn't godfather always saying his health hasn't recovered yet? How could he still... Besides, it's her fault too, she even emphasized to him about not being in good shape, and someone seemed to retaliate on purpose.

Indeed, one really shouldn't say words carelessly!

Especially in bed.

After a quick wash and change of clothes, Tang Wan stared at her reflection, noticing her lip split, and spotting two unhideable bite marks on her neck. With the weather warming, it was no longer the season to wear turtleneck sweaters or scarves. Just like this, how was she supposed to face others?

Her phone vibrated, it was Ruan Mengxi calling.

"Hello, Xixi—"

"Did you spend last night with Xiaowu?"

Tang Wan: "..."

"Last night I called to ask you about work, and he picked up. I called again before work this morning, and he said you were still sleeping."

"Just woke up." Her voice was a bit hoarse, she mildly cleared it.

"Sounds like you had a rough night, Tang Xiaowan, be honest, was it very painful the first time? I read those novels that say the next day you can't even get out of bed, they describe it so exaggeratedly, is it true?"

Ruan Mengxi, the kind of unseasoned veteran with no practical experience, was particularly enthusiastic about certain things.

"It was okay, a bit."

"So are you...painfully enjoying it?"

Pain, yet pleasure?

Tang Wan's ears flushed, what kind of risque words are these, when did she ever say she was enjoying it? But before she could explain, Ruan Mengxi said she had an internal line coming through and abruptly hung up.

Suddenly, she remembered the days when she and Ruan Mengxi secretly watched those kinds of movies, just recalling that it was a weekend, she had gone over to Mengxi's place to do homework, and then she ended up pulling her into watching those colorful movies.

They were also young back then, locking the door, terrified out of their wits at any small noise outside, sneakily watching an entire movie unsure of what to say to each other afterward.

To this day, Tang Wan had no idea where she got those videos.

In any case, that person had quite the connections.

While Tang Wan was reminiscing about those school days, her phone vibrated again, a message from Ruan Mengxi:

[For a more harmonious married life, want me to lend you something for reference?]

Knowing her wild imaginations, Tang Wan blushed, not even replying when suddenly, the sound of a card swiping the door echoed, Jiang Jinsang had already returned.