Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 1380 - 791: Don’t Leave Tonight, So Young After All (2nd Update, Must Read)

As Si Yushan was drifting off to sleep, he was thinking, with Jiang Yanting, Jiang Jinsang, and the others all there, playing a bit later wouldn’t matter. If they weren’t back by midnight, he would call and ask. In the end, he fell asleep.

Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Jinsang was already home, coaxing his child.

He was leaning against the headboard, flipping through Shen Shuci’s exam vocabulary book that she had unintentionally left at his place, while Jiang Xiaowai lay on him, already fast asleep.

"Leaving Fourth Brother and the others there shouldn’t be a problem, right? They’ve both drunk a lot, it could get rather chaotic." Tang Wan said, fresh from her bath, towel drying her hair.

"It’s his own place. Even if he drinks too much and rolls around on the floor, or runs around naked, it’s no issue." Jiang Jinsang replied, seriously perusing the book.

"Why are you reading an English book again? You’re not taking the exam, when are you going to take it to Auntie?"

"Who said I’m not taking an exam? I’m getting ready to take some advanced financial courses."

Tang Wan thought he was just saying it casually; after all, his work was already so busy, where would he have time for studying? Jiang Xiaowai shifted restlessly on him.

Later, Jiang Jinsang passed the exam, and Jiang Xiaowai’s hellish life began.

In other families, parents teach or accompany their children in studying.

In their family, his dad studied alongside him. When his dad studied, he had to sit on a small stool beside him, practicing writing. For a while, life was a bit tough.

**

Over at the venue

Ruan Mengxi had work the next day, so around eleven, she called Assistant Xiaozhu to pick people up.

"Are you leaving?" Si Qingxiao frowned. If they left, it would be just her and Jiang Chengsi, and she didn’t know how to get him home. Sending him to the old house so late seemed inappropriate.

"It’s getting late, you should leave early too; do you need help with transportation?" Ruan Mengxi asked politely.

"No need." Since Qi Zeyan was already drunk, she couldn’t manage to find help, so how could she bother her.

After they left, Si Qingxiao was fretting over how to handle Jiang Chengsi when the manager came in.

"Miss Si, the rooms are ready, here’s the key card."

Si Qingxiao knew they were having a fixed gathering, the private room was also fixed. Since the manager provided the key card voluntarily, she thought Jiang Chengsi might have a regular place to stay here, and she nodded her thanks.

"Fourth Brother?" Si Qingxiao looked at the tipsy figure leaning on the sofa, "Are you okay? Can you walk? I’ll take you to your room to rest."

"Hmm." Indeed, Jiang Chengsi had drunk quite a bit tonight, but not to the point of oblivion, as he put an arm around her shoulder, weighing half his body on hers.

Si Qingxiao, a girl, couldn’t handle it and staggered, almost losing her balance.

"Fourth Master..." the manager wanted to help, but was waved away by someone directly, "You’re not my wife, don’t touch me."

The manager looked embarrassed, while Si Qingxiao’s face flushed.

The term ’wife’, he had never used in front of her.

Especially since she was meeting the manager for the first time, an outsider. Being referred to this way inevitably turned her ears crimson.

"I’ll help you to the room door." Si Qingxiao was visiting for the first time and didn’t know the way.

The main issue was that Jiang Chengsi was heavy; as they moved together, they swayed, making the manager worry they might topple over.

He pressed the elevator button, ushered them inside, and followed in.

Jiang Chengsi was still clear-headed, knowing he was heavy and fearing he would make Si Qingxiao uncomfortable by leaning too much on her, so he staggered to distance himself a bit.

He leaned to one side, almost falling.

"Don’t move around." Si Qingxiao was already struggling to support him, yet he kept trying to move.

"Xiaoxiao..." Jiang Chengsi wrapped his long arms around her waist, pulling her close. His warm breath enveloped her, heating her up in the confined elevator space.

"Mm." She responded softly, her voice trembling.

"Am I very heavy?"

"Not really."

"I’m afraid of pressing you."

"..."

The manager stood in the corner, not knowing where to look!

Who am I, where am I, what should I do?

This venue thrives on entertainment and consumption, countless girls come clinging onto him, but it’s his first time hearing their Fourth Master speak so saucily.

The words are fine, but the tone made even a man blush with embarrassment.

"I’m fine, don’t move." Si Qingxiao’s voice was very quiet, since there was still another person in the elevator, she being a girl, her face was thin-skinned.