Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 90: 090 Brothers take turns digging holes, one must be reserved in love Chapter 90: 090 Brothers take turns digging holes, one must be reserved in love In the doctor's office Zhou Zhongqing lowered his head to put away his stethoscope, glancing sideways at Jiang Jinsang, who was still adjusting his clothes.

They had known each other for over twenty years, growing up together; no matter what happened, he always maintained his poise and pride-Zhongqing had never seen him in a rush or lose his cool.

"What if I really did manage to borrow the equipment?" Zhongqing asked, on purpose. In reality, there was a ninety percent chance that the equipment couldn't be transferred.

Firstly, there were transportation difficulties, and the local hospital had surgeries to perform. Countless people nationwide sought medical treatment, all of them sick; in the face of death, no one was more privileged, and the hospital had to consider this.

Jiang Jinsang donned his coat, "You are my attending physician, you know better than I do. My body is most susceptible to illness during seasonal transitions or climate changes. If you stay in Pingjiang to treat Grandpa Tang..." He curled his lips into a smile.

"If the mountain won't cto me, I'll go to the mountain." Zhou Zhongqing's mouth twitched, meaning, I stay here, and you stay too? Under the guise of seeking treatment? It was just an excuse to stay close to the little lady of the Tang Family. How eloquently he phrased it.

And Zhongqing didn't know which mountain he meant to "go to." "I heard you fell ill the second day you arrived in Pingjiang-was it due to the climate?" "Yeah." "You still need to be careful..." After advising, Jiang Jinsang left the office. Watching his retreating figure, Zhou Zhongqing couldn't help but laugh out loud: Lucky Miss Tang, with him smitten—whether it's good karma or a curse for her.

* When Jiang Jinsang walked out, he happened to see Tang Wan chatting with a middle-aged couple, and then the three of them entered the elevator.

Jiang Cuo approached him, speaking softly, "Those are He An's parents. It seems Mr. Tang isn't willing to let go. Miss Tang, after all, is the victim. If she forgives, it might reduce his sentence by a couple of years or result in probation." "Has she gone to the ward?" "No, she got a call asking to meet outside probably, because with Old Master Tang's temper, if he saw the He Family, he certainly wouldn't show any courtesy." Old Master Tang was usually amiable, but he too had a temper.

It was broad daylight, and the He Family was asking a favor from Tang Wan, so surely nothing untoward would happen. Jiang Jinsang turned back toward the ward, but before he took two steps, his phone vibrated. He glanced at the caller ID and only pressed the answer button at the end of the hallway, not waiting to speak first when the person on the other end burst out impatiently.

"What are you doing? It took you so long to answer the phone." It was Qi Zeyan calling.

"At the hospital, didn't want to disturb others, found a quiet spot. What's up?" "How is our Wanwan today? Right after I left, she seemed a bit distracted, probably thinking of me. I knew it; this woman loves to be contrary. How could she not feel anything for someone as good as me..." Jiang Jinsang leaned against the window, the corners of his mouth pulling into a slight smile: Why doesn't he go into acting, with all that ! "Xiaowu, I'm not in Pingjiang, you have to look after your sister-in-law for me. Any butterflies or bees, if one comes by, swat it dead." He hummed indifferently.

"She's so pretty, who knows how many people are eyeing her up. I'm damn worried to death.” Jiang Jinsang's mouth twitched fiercely: My sister-in-law, what are you really worried about, always eyeing up someone else's flower, really idle.

But given his ambiguous relationship with Tang Wan at the moment, he couldn't confront Qi Zeyan openly. Otherwise, with his stubborn nature, the issue would immediately blow up.

The person on the other end was still rambling on, Jiang Jinsang narrowed his eyes, “Zeyan, my brother is calling, gotta hang up." Without waiting for Qi Zeyan to reply, the call was ended.

Qi Zeyan put away the phone, turning to look at the man sipping coffee at a table on the diagonal: Jiang Xiaowu, your brother is right across from me! Who the hell was calling you! If you wanted to hang up, just say so! Fuming, annoyed! The man slammed his phone on the table, causing the coffee drinker to raise an eyebrow, "What's the matter?" "Your brother hung up on me, with a particularly lexcuse." "It's not the first time. Aren't you used to it by now?" You brothers are toxic! ** After hanging up, Jiang Jinsang stood by the window for a while, and Jiang Cuo stood to one side, tilting his head to look out at the stark blue sky against the withered grass.

"Sir, aren't you going in?" "It's stuffy inside the ward." Jiang Cuo watched him intently, stepping aside to not disturb, while Jiang Jiu pushed the sunglasses up his nose, "Are you missing a brain cell or what?" Jiang Cuo: "Are you asking for a fight? Na time, and I'm there." "Is Sir enjoying the scenery? He's waiting for someone." "You perennial bachelor, you seem to know a lot." Jiang Jiu leaned against the wall, completely ignoring him.

After about twenty minutes, Tang Wan finally returned via elevator. She had been running to the police station first thing in the morning, and had just finished dealing with the He family, feeling a bit exhausted in body and mind. As she turned a corner, she happened upon Jiang Jinsang, who was...

Standing by the window, apparently admiring the view, yet also seeming to be waiting for her.

Jiang Jinsang's words and actions never gave people much pressure. He had always heard he was difficult and unpredictable due to a long-standing illness, but in actual contact, she found him quite apdiunpredictable agreeable. As their eyes met, Tang Wan's lips pursed into a smile.

It was as if a spark suddenly burst forth in a dim environment, the scattered embers crackling softly, landing on Jiang Jinsang's heart, and feeling a bit blistering.

He secretly pursed his lips: So beautiful, truly ought to be watched over closely, kept securely by one's side.

** Over here, Qi Zeyan was still steaming about Jiang Jinsang hanging up on him.

The man diagonally across was caressing his coffee cup, looking at Qi Zeyan, "What do you like about Tang Wan? Is it just that she's pretty?" "Can't it just be love at first sight?" "Love at first sight is often just lust at first sight." Qi Zeyan snorted coldly, not wanting to answer that question, and picked up his phone again, "I want to send a message to Wanwan, but I don't know what to say?" "Talk about work." The man continued to drink his coffee.

"But work hasn't been scheduled yet, there isn't much to talk about. Maybe I should casually ask about the weather over there or if she's had a meal? But that feels a bit odd." The man nodded, "Are you trying to flirt?" Qi Zeyan raised an eyebrow: You of all people know about flirting, such a trendy term.

"Didn't you say she's interested in you, and her refusal is just to string you along? Then just wait for her to message you first. In love, women need to be reserved, and so do men." "Makes sense." And then Qi Zeyan never received any message from Tang Wan.

Only later did he realize that these brothers had dug a pit for him one after another.

What was that about men needing to be reserved in love? When the sman chased his own wife, he didn't know the meaning of the word 'reserved.'