Chapter 259: 183 Fifth Master sets a trap for Jiang Chengsi, wanting the son but not the father (2 updates)_2
Jiang Chengsi chuckled, "Later, give me the information, let me handle it, there needs to be a target."
"Okay."
...
Watching Jiang Jinsang hang up the phone, Tang Wan couldnât help but laugh out loud. She thought that based on Jiang Chengsiâs character, he probably wouldnât want to deal with these troublesome matters, yet here he was, unexpectedly being roped in.
"Actually, even without any scheming, he would definitely help out with this matter," Jiang Jinsang explained. "If it were someone elseâs problem, he might not be as concerned, but him..."
"He cares deeply about Jiangjiang."
"As long as itâs Jiangjiangâs matter, he almost never refuses, and especially when it comes to uncovering the mastermind behind past events, he would put a lot of effort into it."
Tang Wan nodded. Actually, the Jiang Family had many "eccentrics," regardless of their personalities, but they all cared deeply for Jiangjiang, which was fundamentally why he hadnât gone astray.
"Letâs have some porridge." Tang Wan handed him the clear porridge.
"My hand..." Jiang Jinsangâs one hand was receiving an IV, making it difficult to move, "Wanwan..."
"Hmm?"
"Could you feed me?" His voice was naturally gentle and clear, and now with his body weak, his words came out even softer, melting Tang Wanâs heart.
"..."
"Iâm a bit hungry."
Jiang Cuo and Jiang Jiu, standing to the side, were already speechless. Their Fifth Master, was he acting spoiled?
This was outrageously sappy!
Unbelievable!
When Zhou Zhongqing came to make his rounds, he saw Tang Wan feeding him porridge, and couldnât help but frown. Treating him like a child? Still needing to be fed?
The air was filled with the sickening sweetness of romance!
"Uncle Zhou." Tang Wan, now also addressing him as Jiang Jinsang did, quickly put down the porridge and got up to greet him.
He gave Jiang Jinsang a brief check-up. "Once this IV finishes, wait for half an hour and see if there are any other uncomfortable symptoms. If thereâs nothing wrong, you can be discharged."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhou," Tang Wan smiled.
"Eating, eh? Want me to feed you?" Zhou Zhongqing teased, looking at Jiang Jinsang.
That reminded Jiang Jinsang of some not-so-pleasant memories!
Zhou Zhongqing had once forced him to take medicine, even inviting another traditional Chinese medicine practitioner to prescribe a regimen that was bitter; naturally, Jiang Jinsang didnât want to drink it, and Zhou Zhongqing outright asked:
"Not drinking? Should I pour it in?"
Jiang Jinsang didnât respond, his stance clearâhe would rather die than drink.
"Poring medicine, if it spills, itâs no good. How about I mouth-feed you?" Zhou Zhongqing chuckled lightly, "As doctors, we do all sorts of things like artificial respiration; feeding medicine is no big deal, no formalities between doctor and patient."
Jiang Jinsang hadnât expected him to say something like that. He was irate but still took the medicine and drank.
At that moment, he thought this doctor was truly ridiculous, daring to say such shameless things.
He even secretly thought of him as:
A hooligan doctor.
"Just take the medicine obediently, wouldnât that save you all this trouble?" Zhou Zhongqing chuckled lightly.
His expression was clearly saying, "Youâre just an immature brat, trying to outmatch me?"
Zhou Zhongqing was just teasing after all; he wouldnât actually stay in the room to feed him. After cautioning Tang Wan briefly, he then left.
"Uncle Zhou is really looking out for you. In the short time weâve been here, he has already come by several times," Tang Wan smiled.
Jiang Jinsang snorted softly, "You donât know what he has done to me in the past."
"That was also for your good."
"..."
Speechless.
**
At the apartment,
Shen Zhixian wished she could give Jiangjiang all the best things. For the three of them eating together, she actually cooked seven dishes and one soup, and it was nearly one oâclock in the afternoon before they sat down to eat.
"Jiangjiang, try this stir-fried pork."
"I didnât know if you could eat spicy; this chili chicken cubes has only a little chili, but it still tastes good."
"This tomato-braised beef is very flavorful, especially nutritious. You should eat more."
...
Shen Zhixian interacted with him cautiously, picked up some food for him, and tentatively asked, "Would you mind if I offered you some food?"
Some people really dislike it when others serve them food.
"No, I wouldnât mind at all. Iâll definitely eat everything you pick for me."
Only then did Shen Zhixian feel relieved and served him quite a bit of food, though she still held back considering his small appetite.
"You eat too." Jiangjiang also picked some food for her.
"Coughâ" Jiang Yanting sat aside, eating by himself, observing the familial bond between them, feeling completely neglected.
Hearing his cough, Shen Zhixian glanced over and said, "You eat on your own; I wonât attend to you."
"..."
Jiangjiang promptly added, "Dadâs grown up enough to take care of himself; donât bother with him."
Jiang Yanting scoffed lightly, "Brat, after all the embarrassing situations Iâve covered for you in the past, such ingratitude."
After lunch, when Shen Zhixian was cleaning up, ready to wash the dishes, Jiang Yanting took them from her hands, "Let me handle this, you chat with him for a bit."
Shen Zhixian appreciated his thoughtfulness, "Thank you."
Before she and Jiangjiang could start talking, a collision of plates and dishes came from the kitchen, followed by a crashing sound...
"Would you like to watch TV for a bit? Iâll be right there." Shen Zhixian immediately rushed to the kitchen.
Jiangjiang bit his lip: he was sure, that lousy dad did it on purpose!
When Jiangjiang was very young, Jiang Yanting was largely responsible for washing his bottles and dishes; he wasnât a clumsy man.
That disgraceful dad, just to spur some attention, resorted to such despicable tactics, completely shameless.
Jiangjiang thought to himself, yet he couldnât keep his eyes open any longer. He had woken up very early for a competition and had cried most of the day, his eyes sore and swollen. Now, with the warmth of the radiator nearby and nap time upon him, his eyelids drooped, and after a few tries, he fell into a deep sleep.
...
When Shen Zhixian came out of the kitchen and saw him asleep, she squatted by the sofa, staring at him for some time before tentatively touching his face, knowing she wouldnât dare if he were awake.
Her heart felt the fear of being too sudden, the overwhelming warmth potentially resisting the child.
The closer she got, the more timid her feelings became.
After a long while, she knelt on the sofa, leaned over, and slowly kissed his face, careful not to disturb him. Being a sensitive person by nature, this closeness unwittingly brought tears to her eyes.
"Xianxian..."
A familiar voice sounded beside her ear. Shen Zhixian turned slightly to find Jiang Yanting had come close, now holding her from above.
A burning kiss landed just below her eye.
"From now on, weâll always be with you. You love him... and I..."
"Love you."
His words, always so tender, especially now, pierced through Shen Zhixianâs defenses. She reached out, lightly gripping his shirt, holding it tight, her forehead resting on his chest as her tears flowed freely...
Jiang Yanting wrapped his arms tightly around her, "Everythingâs in the past now, Iâm here."
Jiangjiang, though his eyes were closed, felt a surge of emotions.
Shen Zhixian had touched him, waking him up. He recognized from the scent that it wasnât his lousy dad, and getting kissed had initially filled him with joy.
But now...
His mom was crying; he couldnât open his eyes, wanting to save her face. But what should he do?
Keep pretending to sleep?
"Umm..." Shen Zhixian had been repressing too much, and after venting a little, she felt more at ease, "I have a slightly awkward request."
"Do we need to be so formal with each other?" Jiang Yanting chuckled softly.
"Could I keep him here overnight?"
"Sure."
"Thank you."
"What about me?"
"You?" Shen Zhixian frowned, "You go home..." There was only a single bed here; how would they manage?
Jiang Yanting pursed his lips: So, the son doesnât need a dad?
...
Jiangjiang couldnât hold it in any longer.
Yayâlousy dad is finally leaving, I really want to laugh, but I canât! Itâs so hard to endure.