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Chapter 313: 211 Fifth Master’s sudden enthusiasm, suspected of being sick? (3 more updates)

The next morning, Qi Zeyan was having breakfast in the fourth-floor restaurant. He had gotten up early to choose a spot next to the window where he could watch the snowfall.

The night before, amidst the blustery snow, the sky was slightly chilly, and now, as the sun began to emerge, the scenery was spectacular. Qi Zeyan, being an ordinary person with no artistic pursuits, would just eat his breakfast, appreciate the snow, and take a few photos to upload to his social circle. Ruan Mengxi was the first to like the post, followed soon by a comment.

Jiang Chengsi: “Reeking of money, there you go pretending to be some artistic youth early in the morning.”

Qi Zeyan exploded immediately. The subtext of that comment was essentially saying he was a poser, wasn’t it?

Due to the heavy snowfall last night, Chengsi had been stuck at the airport. Qi Zeyan had initially felt some sympathy for him, but now it seemed…

That was just karma for his usual misdeeds; he deserved it!

Before his annoyance had subsided, a figure appeared before him. When he looked up, he saw Jiang Jinsang and Tang Wan approaching his table.

“Morning.” Despite being annoyed with Jiang Chengsi, Qi Zeyan still greeted the two amiably.noveldrama

“Have you finished eating?”

“Not yet.”

“Join us?” Jinsang asked, which was just an invitation to share the table.

“It’s no big deal, just sit anywhere you like.” Qi Zeyan really didn’t mind.

Breakfast at the hotel was buffet style, and after the two went to get their food and returned, the three of them chatted sporadically.

“The festive atmosphere of the New Year is really fading, it seems. Maybe it’s just for the kids. As for me, apart from meeting friends, there isn’t much excitement about the New Year,” sighed Qi Zeyan.

Were it not for the fear of getting his legs broken upon returning home, he would even consider mooching a New Year’s Eve dinner at the Jiang Family’s home.

If his grandfather found out, he would probably march over with a stick and beat him back to where he came from.

“It seems there are a few good movies during the Spring Festival. You could go see some,” Tang Wan spoke up.

Qi Zeyan laughed, “My grandfather has already made plans for me, to take a bunch of kids to the cinema to watch ‘Boonie Bears’.”

Tang Wan looked down to stifle her laughter. During the Spring Festival, it truly was a universal fate to be arranged by the elders.

With that laugh, however, she inadvertently revealed a love bite hidden under her sweater. On the side of her neck, it was a bright, bloody red…

Although Qi Zeyan lacked practical experience, he was still someone who, as an underage teenager, would sneak into the cinemas to watch adult movies behind his parents’ back.

He understood what that mark was. He stared at Tang Wan for a moment, then turned his gaze toward Jiang Jinsang…

Oh hell! Could it be that these two actually… last night?

“I’m going to get some soy milk, do you want any?”

“Should I go with you?” Jinsang said, noticing Tang Wan getting up and wanting to join her.

“Can you two manage on your own, huh? You’re not conjoined twins. She’s just getting soy milk, and you want to go together? Going to the bathroom, you’ll need to hold hands too?” Qi Zeyan couldn’t hold back any longer.

The men of the Jiang Family must all be toxic, one after another coming to provoke him.

“I can go by myself.” Tang Wan also thought it wasn’t necessary for both of them to go.

“Sis-in-law, then please get me a cup too, with extra sugar. Thanks.” After saying this, Qi Zeyan immediately received a sharp glance from Jiang Jinsang.

Taking advantage of his wife?

He really dares.

“Hey, Jiang Xiaowu, you two last night…” Qi Zeyan said, then clapped his hands.

Jinsang didn’t bother with him, leaning down to poke at the carrots on his plate with a fork—carrots that Tang Wan had specifically selected for him in their fruit and vegetable salad.

He had expressed his reluctance earlier: “Seems like there’s too many carrots.”

“It’s all leafy greens, the carrots add a nice touch of color.”

So she loaded up his plate with carrots just to make it look good?

What a ridiculous reason.

“Jiang Xiaowu!” Qi Zeyan, still curious, pressed, “Well, how many times?”

Whack— Jinsang’s wrist force increased, the fork piercing through the carrot and striking the plate with a clear sound, “What did you say just now?”

“No, nothing.”

Qi Zeyan didn’t need to ask further. Just by that reaction, he knew that nothing had happened last night, or else with his repressed and provocative nature, he would definitely have teased him about it.

…

When Tang Wan and Jiang Jinsang returned home, both were summoned to their rooms by Tang Yunxian and the old lady.

Ignoring past matters, now that the two were dating, although Tang Yunxian believed as a father there were some things he shouldn’t interfere with too much, he was still worried that his daughter would be taken advantage of, so he hinted around about the previous night.

“You were at a hotel with Jiang Jinsang last night?”

“Mm,” Tang Wan nodded.

“You guys slept in the same room?”

Tang Wan wasn’t foolish, understanding his implication, she immediately replied, “There were two beds!”

“Is that so? Two beds, huh.”

“What else?” Tang Wan laughed heartily.

“No problem, I was just asking,” Tang Yunxian said with a smile. Among clever people, there was no need to spell things out too clearly.

Yet on the other side, the old lady was straightforward, and very direct, “You stayed overnight; nothing happened?”

“What do you hope happened?” Jiang Jinsang couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

The old lady just gave him a deep look, “Alright, you can leave now.”

But as soon as he left, the old lady made a point to call Zhou Zhongqing. She asked if he wanted to come over for New Year’s Eve dinner, and then inquired about Jiang Jinsang’s health, “Xiaozhou, is our Xiaowu really alright?”

Zhou Zhongqing, on hospital duty, nearly spit blood all over the screen, “What happened to Xiaowu this time?”

“Oh, nothing’s wrong, I was just asking.”

“This… Which aspect are you referring to?” Zhou Zhongqing coughed.

…

Jiang Jinsang didn’t know at this time that his grandmother cared so much for him. After returning to his room, he changed his clothes while thinking about the previous night’s incidents, eventually laughing helplessly.

Actually, he hadn’t originally had any romantic ideas, he really just wanted to cuddle with her in sleep.

The heat was strong in the room, and both had consumed some alcohol, lying under the same quilt, feeling itchy and hot, inevitably became somewhat thoughtful.

It seemed everything was going smoothly, naturally unfolding.

He might have been too eager, the more eager the itchier, and with the combined effects of alcohol and the heating, his blood circulation sped up, his body temperature astonishingly high.

Suddenly, Tang Wan touched his forehead, asking in a low voice, “Wuge, are you having an attack?”

“No,” his response was firm.

“Do you need to take some medicine?”

Tang Wan saw that his temperature was abnormal and was genuinely concerned. Many things needed that particular atmosphere to spark an interest, and to suddenly have it ruined was a bit depressing.

Mainly because of Jiang Jinsang’s sudden enthusiasm, a usually gentle person becoming like that… She was already overwhelmed, which led her to ask.

“I’m fine,” Jiang Jinsang took a deep breath, both lying shoulder to shoulder, each trying to calm their breathing.

After a while, Tang Wan asked quietly again, “Did you bring medicine with you when you went out?”

Jiang Jinsang remained silent. Because their arms were pressed closely together, with a slight movement of Tang Wan’s finger, she could touch the back of his hand. She moved and grasped his hand.

She was rarely so proactive. The girl’s fingers were soft and slender, gently holding his hand. That feeling was as if she had caught hold of some vital spot, turning his whole being soft.

Inevitably, a different kind of emotion sprouted from the bottom of his heart again, and then she leaned in, quite considerately saying,

“Next time we go out, I’ll help you bring your medicine.”

Jiang Jinsang: “…”

So thoughtful.

Truly laughed and cried with frustration, but there was no helping it; this was the wife he had chosen, only to spoil her further.

…

The roaring sound of motorcycles downstairs snapped him back to reality.

Hearing the noise, he knew who it was. Pulling back the blackout curtain, he saw Jiangjiang had already run out from the house, climbed onto the bike, and sat down in front, Jiang Chengsi even prepared a small helmet for him, fastening it before taking him out for a thrilling ride through the streets…

Jiang Jinsang slightly furrowed his brow, thankful that his elder brother was not at home right now, otherwise…

In any case, Jiangjiang, following Jiang Chengsi, had almost done all sorts of bold things, and his educational philosophy was such:

“Boys need to go out and see the world. Having seen everything, not only will it broaden his horizons, but nothing will tempt him in the future, he won’t be curious about anything, won’t make mistakes out of novelty, nor will it lead to being deceived or abducted, and getting into trouble.”

He spoke with conviction, making it hard for others to object.

In any case, people called Jiangjiang the little patriarch, the Demon King, and he was very much related to him.

Fortunately, at this time Beijing was practically an empty city, with few people outside, the streets were spacious, and without any control, it made Jiangjiang ecstatic.

“Uncle Xiaosi, I have made plans with my sister to ride in your car for a spin on the first day of the New Year.”

Jiang Chengsi frowned; what, was he now a chauffeur?