?Chapter 41: 041 Feeling neglected when not favored? You cane closer to me. Chapter 41: 041 Feeling neglected when not favored? You cane closer to me. Tang Wan fled back to her room in a panic, and the word “like” that Jiang Jinsang had uttered seemed to still be tapping on her heart, lightly and heavily, her heartbeat unable to calm no matter what.
It was not a big deal that this man was handsome, but his short life was indeed a sin.
Knowing full well that there was a pit of fire ahead, Tang Wan definitely would not jump in. After reading for a while, her phone suddenly lit up—it was still a message from a work colleague, asking her if she would take the Qing Pce Drama.
She had been reading Qing historytely and felt confident enough to call the person back.
“Have you thought it over?” Manager Chen knew her well after working with her for so long.
“Mm, I’ll take it.”
“Alright, I’ll contact them, we should be able to sign the contract right away. If you have any special requests, let me know, and I’ll discuss it with them.”
“Thank you.”
“Why are you being polite with me?”
…
Now that Tang Wan had to start working, naturally, she couldn’t be as leisurely as before.
Jiang Jinsang was still waiting for her to “take the initiative toe over,” but unexpectedly, even though they lived in the same courtyard, he hadn’t seen her for two consecutive days.
That afternoon, the weather was a bit overcast. ording to the forecast, a cold front was moving south with a sudden rain, and the Jiang Family was busy relocating the flowers and nts in the courtyard to a sheltered area.
Jiang Cuo, with his fox-like eyes squinted, nced at the house. “Sir has been in a bad moodtely.”
“Just when he thought he was favored and before they could get intimate, he was suddenly cast aside to the cold pce, what do you think?” Jiang Jiu spoke bluntly.
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The weather wasn’t great, and the old master did not go out for his walk. Jiang Jinsang got up from bed in the morning and went to the front hall to y chess with him.
The old master got upte, and when he got out of bed and came out, he saw Jiang Jinsang poking at a bird with a stick.
Catching a glimpse of the old mastering, Jiang Jinsang put down the stick casually, his expression carefree.
Hua Mei chirped “Qiu qiu—”, finding its days too difficult to bear.
It was either poked for no reason or forced to fast.
“Grandfather Tang.” Jiang Jinsang saw him using a cane, moving with difficulty, and reached out to help him.
“Rheumatism, an old problem. I took some medicine, feels much better.” The old master walked to the door and looked up at the sky. The deep blue sky was windless and cloudless, yet seemed to be brewing an unnamed storm.
“Don’t you want to go back to bed and rest for a while?”
“No need, it looks like it’s going to rain heavily. Why hasn’t Wanwane back yet?”
Jiang Jinsang just looked at the sky and kept silent.
Just as the two of them had half-finished a game of chess, the rain poured down as if it were cascading silver needles intent on burrowing into the ground, sshing water all around.
Tang Wan had been out buying materials for Cyan Feather today and it started raining before she got home. She initially wanted to wait for the rain to lighten before returning, but then she received a heavy rain warning for the Pingjiang District on her mobile phone.
Guessing that the rain wouldn’t stop anytime soon, she decided to drive back.
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Jiang Jinsang was still ying chess with the old master at the time. Chen Ma had made tea for them, looking outside, “This rain is really heavy, I guess the second young miss won’t being today, right?”
Tang Mo, who had been locked up overnight in the detention center and scolded by the old master, had been well-behaved these past few days, and no one knew if it was because she knew Mr. Tang wasing back.
After being discharged from the hospital, she reported to the old house every day except for school, which was a kind of ingratiating gesture.
The old master didn’t say much, if she wanted toe, she coulde.
“Make a phone call to Wanwan and ask her when she’ll get home?” Perhaps because of the rain, the sky at four o’clock in the afternoon was already dark.
Chen Ma nodded, made a call, and at that moment Tang Wan was already close to home, about a five to six-minute drive away.
Jiang Jinsang nced at his wristwatch without trace. About five minutester, there was the sound of a car outside. However, after a long time, there was still no sound of the door opening.
“Isn’t Wanwan back? Why isn’t sheing in?” Old Tang furrowed his eyebrows, stood up with his cane, and walked to the door.
“I’ll go have a look,” Jiang Jinsang said naturally.
“That’s good.” The old master always wanted to match the two of them up, seeing that they got along well, and was happy about it.
The distance from the front hall to the doorway was not far. When Jiang Jinsang went out with an umbre, he saw Tang Wan’s car parked in front of the door, her arm holding an umbre, apparently organizing things in the trunk. From Jiang Jinsang’s angle, he could just make out her back.
Even though autumn had set in, the temperature in Pingjiang was not low. She was wearing a dress, and at that moment, the hem of her dress was wet from the rain, clinging to her calves, outlining the curves of her legs for all to see.
Jiang Jinsang squinted his eyes and took a deep breath, then started walking over.
The rain was too heavy, Tang Wan didn’t even hear the door open, she just sensed a hand reaching out, trying to pull out the umbre tucked under her arm. She turned around in shock, and her own umbre ended up in Jiang Jinsang’s hand, while arge ck umbre appeared over her head in an instant.
“Number Five?” Tang Wan stood up straight.
“Why aren’t youing in?”
“I wanted to move things in, but realized it would be difficult while holding the umbre,” Tang Wan pointed to two boxes in the trunk.
“Hold the umbre, I’ll do it.”
Before Tang Wan could refuse, the umbre was already thrust into her hands, and it seemed as if the warmth from his palm still lingered on the handle, warm.
Jiang Jinsang picked up the two boxes, not too heavy. Tang Wan quickly closed the trunk, locked the car, then held the umbre, closely following his steps.
Jiang Jinsang was much taller than she was; Tang Wan had to raise her arm as high as possible to prevent the umbre ribs from hitting his head. The umbre was heavy, which made it a struggle for her.
“Have you been busytely?” Jiang Jinsang slowed his pace.
“Preparing for work,” Tang Wan exined, as she needed to hold the umbre for Jiang Jinsang, keep him from getting wet, and also be careful not to touch him, to be honest…
The umbre was only so big; it was indeed difficult.
Jiang Jinsang turned his head to look at her, his peripheral vision catching sight of one of her wet shoulders.
“Actually…”
“Hmm?” Tang Wan’s arms were getting sore.
“It’s okay if you touch me…” His voice was already gentle, and apanied by the sound of rain, it seemed to carry a bit of echo under the umbre.
“You can stay closer to me.”
Tang Wan responded, holding her breath, she moved a step closer to his side, their arms brushed against each other, both icy cold.
The space under the umbre, already small, felt even more crowded now.
By the time the two reached the front hall, Jiang Jiu had quickly reached out and took the boxes from Jiang Jinsang’s hands.
Tang Wan stood under the eaves, just closed the umbre and leaned it to one side when she suddenly felt warmth over her body, Jiang Jinsang had draped his coat over her.
“Number Five, no need…” They were home, and she could change clothes in her room.
Tang Wan was about to give the clothes back to him when she heard him leaning over and whispering, “Your inside clothes are all showing through…”
Tang Wan naturally understood what he meant by his clothes, and she instinctively wrapped the coat tightly around herself.
A cool breeze carrying rain swept over them, but Tang Wan’s face flushed with embarrassment.