Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 327: 219 Craving your body, even more craving for you (2 more updates)

The Tang family returned home that day, and before they had even had dinner, visitors started to arrive one after another, mainly close friends or neighbors, exchanging pleasantries. It wasn’t until after eight in the evening that everyone gathered around the table for dinner. By the time everyone had returned to their rooms and began packing, they were all exhausted.

Tang Wan had packed part of her luggage and was too tired, so she sat on the edge of her bed video-chatting with Jiang Jinsang when suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Wanwan——"

"It’s my grandma." The old lady was not very nimble, so Tang Wan put down her cellphone and went to open the door. To her surprise, her grandmother had brought over a bowl of sweet soup. "Why did you bring it yourself?"

Tang Wan quickly took the bowl from her hands; the porcelain was scalding hot. It was so dark outside, and her grandmother had hobbled all the way from the front yard.

"It’s cold outside, and I knew you were busy, plus I didn’t have anything else to do."

"Please come in," Tang Wan said as she took the bowl and closed the door.

"Have you not finished packing yet?" The floor was crowded with two open suitcases, leaving hardly any room to step.

"Please sit here," Tang Wan said as she set the bowl down and tidied up the bed a bit. Her cellphone lay on the bed, and the video call was still ongoing.

"Are you on a video call?"

"Uh, well..." Tang Wan coughed, "Would you like to say hello to him?"

"Me? Look at me, I just finished cleaning the kitchen; it’s hardly convenient," the old lady said, although she was already patting her hair down and straightening her clothes, fully prepared.

Actually, she had come to chat with Tang Wan about Jiang Jinsang. She was the only one in the household who hadn’t met him in person, and she was certainly curious.

Tang Wan greeted Jiang Jinsang and then turned the camera to face her grandmother.

"Grandma, this is Jiang Jinsang..."

"Gracious, you could have at least turned on the beauty filter for me. Look at my face. Do I look presentable?" the old lady complained as she saw her wrinkled face in the camera.

Tang Wan couldn’t help but laugh. "You know about beauty filters?"

"Your aunt taught me. You think I’m an old relic who doesn’t understand anything."

"Hello Grandma, I’m Jiang Jinsang." On the screen, Jiang Jinsang had straightened up, looking docile, "Happy New Year."

"Good, good. It’s a pity you couldn’t come and give me New Year’s greetings in person. I can’t give you a red envelope either."

"Grandma, give it to me, I’ll pass it on to him," Tang Wan laughed.

"You just want to keep it for yourself," the old lady frowned, "Stop keeping me company and drink your soup before it gets cold." noveldrama

Tang Wan went to drink her soup and tidied up a bit more, while her grandmother seemed to really enjoy chatting with Jiang Jinsang.

Jiang Jinsang, being naturally gentle and harmless looking, always carried a smile. Plus, with the camera’s flattering lighting, his skin appeared warm and healthy, and he spoke kindly, which greatly pleased the elderly.

Knowing that the elderly lady loved beauty, he took every opportunity to compliment her again and again.

Tang Wan listened to their conversation, shaking her head. Was he sweet-talking them? Could you even listen to this conversation anymore? It was nothing but excessive flattery, but if it could keep her grandmother so happy, he must be quite skilled...

Meanwhile, in the Shen family, the old master was waiting for his wife to return to their room. She had gone to deliver a bowl of soup and had been gone almost two hours without returning.

When the old lady finally returned to her room, the old master mysteriously discovered that she seemed more agile, and her whole demeanor was vibrant.

Jiang Jinsang originally thought that Shuci’s character might have been inherited from someone in the Shen family. He had met Mr. Shen and secretly thought the Shen family matriarch would be challenging—yet, she turned out to be...

Extremely easy-going, and they even exchanged phone numbers.

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Ruan Mengxi arrived the next day, carrying a basket of milk and fruit and riding the pink electric scooter she had used in high school. By the time she arrived at the Tang family’s home, her face was red from the cold.

"Why didn’t you just take a cab here?" Tang Wan handed her a hot water bottle to warm her hands.

In Pingjiang, without centralized heating and not as warm as the south, the damp cold was uncomfortable, and getting through winter really depended on moral fiber.

"During the holidays, the roads are too congested. Riding my beloved little pink, I never have to worry about traffic jams," Ruan Mengxi had already visited old Mr. Tang, and now sat on Tang Wan’s bed, "Shall we go out shopping later? I just asked my aunt, and she’s in Beijing. With not having slept well for two days, she said she needs to catch up on sleep. If we go out, it’ll just be the two of us."

"Okay, but you need to wait for me."

When girls go out, they must dress up thoughtfully.

At the Jiang home, Tang Wan was there to take care of a patient—she had no time to seriously dress up for an outing—so this time, her preparation took quite a while.

She applied her makeup meticulously, wearing her favorite high heels and the brightest lipstick.