Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 152: 127 Trial wedding night, fond at heart, learning to get close_2 Chapter 152: 127 Trial wedding night, fond at heart, learning to get close_2 ** Tang Wan saw that Jiang Jinsang had returned with her father and could roughly guess that the two must have discussed something.

Everyone was forced into this situation, like ducks being pushed up a shelf. It was her own grandfather undergoing surgery; it was only right for Tang Wan to make ssacrifices. But his family's issues had nothing to do with Jiang Jinsang...

He was completely innocent, yet dragged into this affair.

The more Tang Wan thought about it, the more she felt guilty.

Even as they went upstairs, she was still preoccupied.

The old lady kept giving Jiang Jinsang meaningful glances: Con! I've helped you this much, grandma has no other way to help if you don't step up now.

Jiang Jinsang felt helpless, what exactly was this old lady anxious about? It was supposed to be a marital trial, but upon reaching the third floor, it was still just the two of them, each returning to their own rooms as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Tang Wan quickly showered, but with her mind preoccupied, she nearly used the shower gel as shampoo.

After coming out of the bathroom, she dried her hair while staring at Lord Wansui. Tang Wan pursed her lips and finally walked over to the wardrobe, asking softly, "Jinsang, are you asleep yet?" "Not yet." Jiang Jinsang seemed to have anticipated her coming over. Upon hearing her voice, the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.

"Is it okay if I cover?" "Sure." As the wardrobe was moved aside, the overly sufficient warmth from Jiang Jinsang's room hit her face instantaneously. The two bedrooms had similar decor, yet the atmosphere was starkly different.

Perhaps because of the excessive heating, his room felt too dry; he had a humidifier on, and the scent of lemon essential oil filled the air, fresh and invigorating.

He was leaning on a couch, a dim floor lamp stood by his side, and he was holding a book whose title was unclear from afar.

Wearing a dark grey homewear set, it made his skin look even whiter and his demeanor more languid. They say people look different under the lamp light, like flowers in the fog, charming and graceful. It was indeed so.

"You're up late, not resting yet? Is there something you need?" Jiang Jinsang put down the book and politely stood up.

Tang Wan still held the towel for drying her hair in her hands, feeling somewhat awkward as she dabbed her hair, unsure how to bring up the evening's matter.

Jiang Jinsang approached her, taking the initiative to close the wardrobe between their two rooms. Tang Wan felt a sudden thump in her chest, as if her escape route had been cut off.

"I'm sensitive to the cold and have a fear of drafts, the heat might drift into your room; the temperature might be too much for you," Jiang Jinsang seemed to see through her concerns and explained.

"You're not having any physical discomfort today, are you?" "I'm quite well." Jiang Jinsang tilted his head to look at her, "Just finished showering?" "Yeah." "What did you need to seeabout?" Jiang Jinsang took control of the conversation with ease.

Tang Wan dabbed her hair twice more before mustering the courage to speak, "It's still about tonight's matter..." "The marriage trial?" "Yes." Tang Wan nodded, "This was originally an issue with my family; it had nothing to do with you. I didn't expect that you would somehow end up getting involved as well." "But don't worry, it's just a marriage trial. At most, we'll just go through the motions, we won't actually register for marriage. I'll try my best not to cause you any inconvenience." Jiang Jinsang stood right in front of her, eyes lowered, brows slightly bent, inspecting her earnestly.

Tang Wan had never dealt with anything like this. Although she said those words, she knew that to Jiang Jinsang, it probably was an inconvenience. The more she spoke, the less confident she felt, her voice getting softer and softer.

Jiang Jinsang could only lean forward slightly, coming closer as if trying to catch every word she said clearer. "After grandfather's surgery is completed, I will surely..." Before Tang Wan could finish, the towel in her hand was suddenly pulled away.

He raised his hand to shake the towel out, stretching it completely open, holding the towel in both hands. Tang Wan struggled to organize her words, when the towel lightly landed over her head, and through the fabric, he reached out, rubbing her hair twice.

Her entire field of vision was obscured by the towel, all she could see...

was his chest, neck, and the angle of his jaw.

"Your hair keeps dripping water," Jiang Jinsang's voice seemed to get trapped in the towel, echoing in her ears. "Really?" Tang Wan reached out, intending to grab the towel, to take control, but instead of touching the towel, her fingers brushed against Jiang Jinsang's hand.

Unlike last night, it wasn't icy cold.

It was warm and toasty.

Jiang Jinsang was much taller than her, he raised his hand and carefully wiped her hair.

Having just bathed, her hair was still wet, and her scalp had been somewhat cold, but now Tang Wan only felt her scalp tingling with warmth, "Fifth Brother, letdo it myself." Tang Wan reached out to take the towel, and Jiang Jinsang naturally let go, but the distance between them didn't narrow, he just stared at her intently.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who would wrong myself?" he asked.

Tang Wan slightly lifted her eyes to look at him.

"Very few people can forceto do something I dislike..." "So you really don't need to overthink, and certainly don't feel like you oweanything. If I truly didn't want to, I would have refused at the time." Perhaps because he had been leaning over and speaking with his head down, his voice seemed muffled, smooth yet husky, the low timbre striking a seductive note.

"Being with you, I feel very comfortable and at ease, and it's because I genuinely like it that I agreed." He enunciated the word "like" very slowly, with deadly clarity.

Tang Wan suddenly felt her breathing tighten, their eyes were locked, his pupils were so dark, only the spark from the bedside lamp danced in his eyes, making her reflection even more distinct.

She looked away, the first to admit defeat.

"As for this matter, we should at least wait until Grandpa Tang's surgery is over. Or do you think that being withmakes you uncomfortable?" Now that they were in his own room, there were many things Jiang Jinsang was not in a rush about.

A slow simmer makes for a sure catch.

"No." Jiang Jinsang was very good at socialising, handling things with a perfect sense of proportion, never making people uncomfortable.

Much like today's outing, he seemed to know almost everything, choosing to talk about what she liked to hear. The day flew by in no time.

"That's good then. Being with you, I feel very comfortable. I'm just afraid you might be compromising yourself." "No compromise." Jiang Jinsang actually suited her tastes very well. There was no chance of feeling compromised.

"Going to sleep?" "Not yet tired." "Wait until your hair's dry before going back,” Jiang Jinsang said, then raised his hand, preparing to dry her hair for her. Naturally, Tang Wan intended to refuse.

"I can do it myself." "Even if it's just an act in front of Grandpa Tang, you should learn to be closer to me." Tang Wan pursed her lips; there was truth in his words.

After drying her hair, Jiang Jinsang naturally pulled her to find a place to sit down. Jiang Jinsang read his book, while Tang Wan played with her phone for a while, the atmosphere remaining harmonious.

Tang Wan occasionally lifted her gaze from her phone to glance at the person not far away.

Truth be told, everything about Jiang Jinsang was excellent, he was even a faultless marital al prospect, except his health was truly concerning. She was really afraid that she might accidentally lose him in the middle of the night... Even if there was a fondness in her heart, she hadn't dared to rashly entrust her entire life to someone whose days were numbered.

She pursed her lips, her expression growing ever more solemn.

Jiang Jinsang's peripheral vision had been monitoring her. He was well aware that Tang Wan was sneakily looking at him from tto time. On the surface, she acted as if everything was normal, but deep down there was a little thrill.

However, her gaze seemed to be getting weirder... From initial shyness, to later confusion, and finally, did it becpity and compassion? **

Meanwhile, on the second floor, Jiangjiang, clutching his small pillow, still nocked on Jiang Yanting's door. He was still working on company documents, and when he saw him cin, he set his work aside. "Daddy, I want to sleep with you tonight." Jiang Yanting lifted the quilt, letting him climb onto the bed, "Don't want to sleep alone?" "Daddy, since Uncle has Aunt now, you must be very lonely, very lonely, sleeping by yourself, right?" Jiang Yanting: "..."