Chapter 1120 - 661: Holding Hands? Jiangjiang Plays Wingman: Is That Fourth Aunt? (Part 2)

Chapter 1120: Chapter 661: Holding Hands? Jiangjiang Plays Wingman: Is That Fourth Aunt? (Part 2)

"Fourth Uncle, help me stop him." Taotao shouted as well, "Brother is cheating at the game."

Jiang Chengsi just laughed, "Slow down, don’t fall, and don’t run into people."

He was too lazy to bother with this pair of siblings, and moved aside to let them pass, but he seemed to have forgotten there was someone behind him, revealing this "Miss Xiao" to Jiangjiang.

Jiangjiang had to watch ahead and be wary of his sister catching up, and didn’t notice someone behind Jiang Chengsi, nearly crashing into her.

He hurriedly came to a stop.

As for "Miss Xiao", she slightly frowned. She had been staring blankly at Jiang Chengsi’s back, lost in thought. Just as a child was about to collide, she was about to dodge, but suddenly someone grasped her wrist.

Her body, caught off guard, was pulled toward Jiang Chengsi.

Stumbling, she bumped into Jiang Chengsi’s shoulder, instinctively raising her hand to steady herself, grasping onto the lapel of his shirt.

Half of her body was almost leaning on Jiang Chengsi’s shoulder, while Jiang Chengsi instinctively raised his other hand to hold her other shoulder.

To an outsider, it looked as if they were embracing each other.

She had a faint scent of white sandalwood, perhaps from previously hugging Xiaowai and having a lingering milky fragrance...

Suddenly leaning in, it made Jiang Chengsi feel a bit uneasy.

"Thank you." She slightly raised her head, thanking him.

Jiang Chengsi had never been this close to any girl before. Her voice was close, soft, and delicate, lacking any Beijing accent and instead carrying a gentle and tender undertone.

Even her words seemed to be carried with a sweet breeze...

It seemed to brush past his chin; he clenched his jaw, releasing his grip on her shoulder, "No problem."

Turning his head, he looked at Jiangjiang beside them, "Jiang Wenyan!"

"Sister, I’m sorry." Jiangjiang had already stopped.

"It’s okay."

"Don’t run around recklessly, what if you bump into someone?"

"Fourth Uncle, I’m wrong." Jiangjiang, being a child, was playful, and even though Yanting and Zhixian had warned him, he was too excited to remember their advice.

"Fourth Uncle..." At that moment, Taotao also ran over. Seeing her brother being scolded, she stood on the side and apologized as well.

"Can’t you be a bit more honest?" Jiang Chengsi frowned.

Jiangjiang bit his lips, just about to continue apologizing, when he noticed the lady next to Jiang Chengsi speak up, "Fourth Master, I’m fine, I wasn’t hit. Kids are like this, it’s enough to just say a few words."

"Hurry and find your mom and dad, don’t run around outside." Jiang Chengsi reminded them, seemingly forgetting he was still holding the young lady’s hand, leading her down the corridor.

Jiangjiang and Taotao, scolded a bit, lost their playfulness, and muttered as they watched the two leave.

"Brother, who is that pretty sister?" Taotao had only recently joined the Jiang Family and hadn’t met many relatives or friends.

"I haven’t seen her." Even Jiangjiang was curious.

"She was holding hands with Fourth Uncle."

"Yeah..." Jiangjiang pondered, trying hard to recall, but he indeed hadn’t seen her before.

...

Jiang Chengsi led her around a corner, far from the hall’s noise. It was quiet around them, and he turned to explain, "Those two just now are my second brother’s kids. They’re quite good, but after all, they’re children, maybe..."

Only then did he realize he was still holding her wrist without knowing.

When he first saw her, Jiang Chengsi had seen her in a qipao, stunning in her summer allure, full of charm. Her arms, or perhaps her legs, were slender, but he hadn’t expected...

Her wrist would be so thin.

Just about enough to grasp, as if a little more force would break it.

Both of their attentions seemed focused on his hand; Jiang Chengsi had never done something so abrupt to a girl, and suddenly his palm felt warm...

Through the thin fabric, it seemed to want to scorch into her skin.

"Sorry." He released his hand.

"No, it’s, it’s fine!" She reached out, slightly rubbing her wrist, or maybe just adjusting her sleeve.

"Did I hurt you?" Jiang Chengsi gazed down at her. She was being led by him, yet hadn’t spoken or struggled, which seemed too gentle.

"No."

It was just that his palm’s warmth lingered, leaving her wrist tingling softly.

Her voice remained gentle, but Jiang Chengsi noticed a blush on her ears, adorably cute...

Making one want to pinch.

His throat moved, fingers subconsciously tightened, "Come on, I’ll take you to my cousin’s room, it’s quieter there."