Chapter 95 - 095 Flirting that makes the heart flutter, exchanging more intimate terms of endearment

Chapter 95: 095 Flirting that makes the heart flutter, exchanging more intimate terms of endearment

Tang Family’s East Courtyard

Jiang Jinsang walked into the courtyard, holding a watering can to water the flowers.

Jiang Jiu stood under the eaves, lifting his hand to adjust his sunglasses:

"The flowers have just been watered."

While Jiang Cuo had already vividly recounted the events that had transpired in the front courtyard.

Jiang Jiu yawned, "You tell the story with such gusto, you might as well take up acting."

"...Begging for mercy, and before he could finish speaking, Old Tang snubbed him and sent him packing," Jiang Cuo said, agitated.

"It’s said that He An’s father has other children outside, and he doesn’t want to further offend the Tang family by abandoning him."

"But Mrs. He only has this one son; if he’s gone, it’s feared she won’t be able to maintain her position as Mrs. He for long, so she’s doing everything possible to get him out."

Jiang Jinsang chuckled, "No wonder there’s been no word from the He Family. Mrs. He isn’t giving up, but even if this thing is fished out, it won’t amount to much."

"If only they had restrained him earlier; trying to fix a disaster after it’s done is too late," Jiang Cuo clicked his tongue.

"Keep a close eye on that Mrs. He."

"Watch her?" Jiang Cuo squinted like a fox, "Are you worried she might do something desperate for her son’s sake? Wouldn’t any harm to Miss Tang backfire on He An?"

"Just to be safe."

"Mhm."

...

During the conversation, footsteps approached, and Jiang Cuo immediately fell silent and stepped aside, Tang Wan entered the courtyard.

"Fifth Master, aren’t you going to rest at midday?"

"I’m not very sleepy; I’m watering the flowers."

Jiang Jiu stood aside, his expressionless face pushing up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose:

"You watering flowers shouldn’t just focus on one pot; some are dying of drought, while this pot is about to be drowned by you."

"Aren’t you resting?" Jiang Jinsang pretended to be well-versed in floriculture and casually fiddled with a flower pot.

"There’s still a lot of work to be busy with. I’m preparing to draw Cyan Feather’s pattern. Qi Zeyan from the company isn’t rushing me, but I can’t just keep dragging it on."

"Then I’ll go to your study to read for a while; Jiangjiang is sleeping, and I don’t want to go back to the room and disturb him."

The members of the Jiang Family collectively fell silent:

That move was too slick; we can’t compete!

**

Inside the study

Tang Wan first called Manager Chen to ask about the studio’s matters, and then she opened her laptop to deal with some backed-up emails.

"Does your studio also have a co-working space?" Jiang Jinsang, sitting on the side reading a book with a cup of steaming hot tea at hand, wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping on her call.

"I work from home, but to facilitate external business contacts, Uncle Chen rented a small office in an office building. I don’t interfere with his work, the employees don’t know me, and to avoid someone trying to get close to grandpa or my dad, it’s better to start from me; it saves a lot of trouble."

Jiang Jinsang nodded; no wonder Qi Zeyan had been dealing with the studio for a long time and yet had no idea that the mastermind behind the scenes was Tang Wan.

She was responsible for production, while Manager Chen and his people were responsible for external sales—a clear division of labor.

After Tang Wan opened her laptop and clicked on her email inbox, her eyebrows instantly furrowed.

"Ran into some trouble?"

Jiang Jinsang spoke two sentences, and, uncharacteristically, Tang Wan ignored him. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, seemingly utterly engrossed, but from her expression, it was clear she had not encountered anything good.

He directly put aside his book, lifted the blanket from his lap, and walked over. As he came close and circled behind her, she seemed unaware until...

"Wanwan—"

His voice was gentle and deep, soothing, and clear—a typical voice of a nobleman.

Jiang Jinsang tried to see her laptop screen, bending down closer, his chin nearly resting on her shoulder, the breath he exhaled, like a warm breeze, brushing past her ear, making one’s heart tremble.

Tang Wan almost instinctively closed her laptop, her body leaning forward a bit in an attempt to distance herself from him, but the gap between her chair and the table was only so big; there was no escape.

"What are you looking at?"

"There’s nothing much? Just some trash content," Tang Wan scoffed lightly. "I’ve been getting a few messages recently, claiming that I owe money. Didn’t expect to get them in my email too – they must be scams."

"Is that the only thing?"

"There was a time before when I used to receive a lot of calls about selling real estate. These scammers throw a wide net, hoping to catch anyone they can. It’s just... getting this in my email caught me by surprise."

Tang Wan slightly shifted her body to avoid any contact with him.

"No wonder I was talking to you just now and you didn’t respond."

"Sorry, what were you saying to me just now?"

"I was calling your name."

Tang Wan had been relatively calm facing him, but once again her heart was thrown into turmoil.

"You call me Brother Five, but addressing you as Miss Tang feels too distant. I was thinking of switching to something else."

"How about Wanwan, can I call you that?"

His voice became softer still, and there was an inexplicable tenderness when he said her name.

Wanwan was just her nickname, not particularly special, but coming from him, each word seemed to effortlessly stir her already fragile nerves.

Her heart was throbbing, each beat like raging waves crashing against the shore, enough to make anyone’s heart flutter.

If you think that’s inappropriate, you can come up with one. What would you like me to call you?"

Thinking of a new one would mean it’s an exclusive nickname.

Tang Wan felt his breath on her neck as he spoke, tickling her intensely, "Just call it like that."

"Then next time, you don’t have to call me Brother Five, it sounds too old."

Tang Wan nodded silently, and then Jiang Jinsang had already left, returning to his seat.

Calm and composed on the outside, but Tang Wan’s heart was in a mess. She took a deep breath and continued working.

Jiang Jinsang brewed a cup of broken silver, its rich sweet fragrance of glutinous rice filled the room, warm and sweet.

...

It wasn’t until an argument broke out outside that the two exchanged a glance and, as if by tacit agreement, rose to see what was happening.

"What’s going on?" Jiang Jinsang looked towards several of the Jiang Family members outside.

"Jiang Cuo went to check it out," Jiang Jiu explained.

But Tang Wan had already stepped forward, and halfway there, she bumped into Jiang Cuo, "Zhang Defu, that bastard, has shown up."

"What’s he here for?" Tang Wan frowned.

"He says he’s being chased for debts and that those people want to chop off his hands. He’s now kneeling and begging Mr. Tang for help," Jiang Cuo clicked his tongue, "I’ve never seen someone so shameless. After causing such a scene, he still has the nerve to ask for money? You don’t even owe him anything."

"Mr. Tang is already handling it, you don’t need to go."

"He’s got thicker skin than a thousand-layer cake."

Tang Wan understood what that meant - Zhang Defu was nothing but a rogue ruffian causing a big commotion, surely an ugly sight.

"It’s okay, I’ll just have a look." The commotion up front was loud enough to keep her restless in the back, "You guys should stay in the East Courtyard. Don’t let Jiangjiang come to the front, that guy’s a scoundrel and I’m worried he might get hurt."

Jiang Jinsang glanced at Jiang Cuo, "You go watch Jiangjiang. I’ll accompany Wanwan to check things out."

The Jiang Family: Wanwan?

What’s happening?

Just a moment in the study and nicknames are changed? That’s so typical of their Brother Five.

**

Meanwhile, the front hall was in utter chaos.

"Zhang Defu, if you don’t leave, be careful or I’ll call the police and have you arrested," Tang Yunxian couldn’t believe someone could be so brazen, to cause such a scene and still dare to come and ask for money.

"I’m not afraid of the police. At that time you framed me in front of so many people and damaged my reputation. Just for that, you need to compensate me for my mental anguish and reputation loss!"

Tang Yunxian chuckled, "Reputation? Do you even have such a thing?"