Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 180: 141 Roommates, warmth in every glance; Deadbeat dad turns over a new leaf? (3 updates)_2 Tang Wan only listened to her complain for a bit before hanging up the phone, preparing to take a shower. However, after changing her clothes, she felt at a loss for what to do next; it didn't feel right to go to bed yet, so she could only sit and wait for him.

But what she got instead was a phone call from Fan Mingyu.

"...I didn't disturb you and Xiaowu, did I?" Tang Wan's mouth twitched, "No, not at all, Xiaowu isn't in the room." "Where did he go?" Fan Mingyu frowned, feeling frustrated about finally creating an opportunity for the two of them, and this kid just wasn't seizing it.

"To the gym." "How's the hotel? Is the environment alright?" "It's pretty good," Tang Wan couldn't really say anything else.

"Right, the reason I called you was to remind you to pay close attention to Xiaowu's health tonight. He's easily afflicted by changes in environment and may feel unwell. It might be a bit of trouble for you, just keep an eye on him. That kid is sometimes stubborn, likes to tough it out, and won't promptly mention when he's feeling uncomfortable. He should have brought the medicine..." "I'll be attentive." "Then there's nothing more. Get srest early." Fan Mingyu ended the call, humming a song while patting her face with skincare products.

Jiang Zhenhuan leaned against the bed's edge and couldn't help but say, “Isn't this a bit inappropriate? After all, Wanwan is a young girl, and this must be very awkward for her." "If Wanwan had no feelings for our Xiaowu, I wouldn't bother to play matchmaker. Young people are often shy, and we, as their elders, can only try to create more opportunities for them." "What about Xiaowu's side?" "He was the one who toldone room would be enough," Fan Mingyu giggled, "Otherwise, do you think I would really dare to book the room like that? I still have to consider Wanwan's feelings." Jiang Zhenhuan coughed twice: Such a bold move, his Xiaowu really dared to pull it off.

** Since there was only one room card, which was left in the switch to control the power supply, Jiang Jinsang rang the doorbell upon returning.

When Tang Wan opened the door, she noticed he had sweat on his face, yet his expression wasn't like that of someone who had just worked out; his lips were pale, and despite the small distance between them indoors and outdoors, his breathing was slightly labored, betraying no hint of warmth.

"Are you okay?" Tang Wan reached out to touch his arm, which was braced against the doorframe.

Where her hand met his skin, it was chillingly cool.

Jiang Jinsang shook his head.

"You're very cold." Jiang Jinsang seemed uncomfortable, slightly hunched over. It looked like he was trying to prove he was fine by attempting to stand up straight, but then her warm hand touched his forehead. She must have just taken a bath, her scent enveloping him, and his body tensed up slightly.

"You should cin quickly. Is the medicine in the suitcase?" Tang Wan supported him as he walked inside, anxiously searching for the medicine.

"Mm." The suitcase had been opened before, no combination required. The medicine bottles were in a very conspicuous place. Having looked after him once, she had sexperience, so she took out a few pills and handed him a cup of warm water.

After taking his medicine, Jiang Jinsang leaned against the bed to rest for a while, still cold all over from the sweat of his workout.

Tang Wan adjusted the room's air conditioning to a higher temperature, sat by his side for a moment, and seeing a hint of color return to his lips, she asked softly, "How do you feel? More comfortable now?" "Mm." "Do you want to take a shower first? You're covered in sweat; changing into fresh clothes might make you feel better." He softly agreed with her.

"Then I'll go ahead and turn on the shower for you. That way, when you go in, the bathroom will be warm." Tang Wan wasn't sure what else she could do for him, but tried her best to make him more comfortable. She adjusted the water temperature in the bathroom, turned on the shower, and just as she was about to close the door, she felt someone approach. Turning around, she saw Jiang Jinsang standing behind her.

He was not short, nearly blocking all the light in front of her. The hotel corridor's dim lighting cast a warm glow to his otherwise pale skin, as he looked down at her with unfaltering gaze.

Perhaps feeling a bit recovered, his breath now had a trace of warmth.

Pale skin, red lips, and damp strands of hair across his forehead. He looked almost like a bewitching spirit.

"Are you going in?" Tang Wan thought he wanted to shower and moved to let him pass, but he raised his arm slightly and enclosed her entirely between his body and the door frame.

"What's... what's wrong?" "Don't you want to sleep in the sroom as me?" Jiang Jinsang looked at her, his eyes seeming to hold heat. Watching her was enough to make one's heart's tip grow faintly warm.

"You should take a shower first." Tang Wan was feeling a bit cowardly at the moment, instinctively wanting to sneak away under his arm...

But as soon as she tried to move down, Jiang Jinsang's arm slightly lowered, blocking her at the shoulder and neck and pinning her against the wall as he leaned in slightly.

There was no gap left between the two of them.

His body was very cold, devoid of any liveliness except for his breath. Tang Wan's entire body stiffened, feeling as if every limb and bone was being invaded by an indescribable chill.

It was shivering, trembling.

"Aren't we on a trial marriage?" Jiang Jinsang seemed to lack strength, his body slightly sinking, his head resting in the crook of her neck. "Wasn't our relationship just for show?" His voice was very light, and Tang Wan suddenly found her breathing erratic. She stood there, not knowing what to do, only feeling Jiang Jinsang's body seemingly sliding down.

She was afraid he'd fall, so she reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Xiaowu..." Tang Wan was anxious and scared, panicked and flustered.

"I want to be with you..." His voice was dry but forceful, probably because articulating each word was hard, so every word was enunciated very clearly.

Tang Wan's fingers were still on his waist, her palms sweating. She wanted to let go but was afraid of dropping him, her mind as tangled as a ball of yarn.

"Wanwan..." "Mm?" Tang Wan dared not speak; she could clearly feel that her own voice was trembling.

"I don't have much strength, if I am making you uncomfortable, you can pushaway." Tang Wan felt that this man was too good at playing the rogue, he was already in such a state, how heartless would she have to be to actually push him away.

After a while, he seemed to have swarmth, and Tang Wan relaxed the fingers that had been around his waist, "Xiaowu, why don't you take a shower first?" His illness always con fiercely, and Tang Wan truly didn't know how much sincerity was in his words. "You want to change rooms, right?" "No, I'm not leaving tonight; go take a shower first." Tang Wan looked at his discomfort, certainly trying to soothe him with good temper.

"Really?" "Mm." "Then I'll take a shower..." He looked just like when she first saw him drunk, his entire being turning very soft.

After he had taken his shower, all the little strength in his body had been d been as he used up. His hair was still wet laid on the bed and instantly fell into a deep sleep. Tang Wan fussed with his hair for a while. Later, she sent a message to Zhou Zhongqing, and then she had to feed Jiang Jinsang a few different pills herself, which were all in his medicine box.

The man slept soundly, lured into taking the medicine by a few sweet words. Perhaps because the medicine tasted bitter, he frowned but obediently opened his mouth. Tang Wan sat by the bed, staring at him for a long time, then took out her phone and snapped several pictures of his face.

He really was good-looking, and his body, indeed frail...

Suddenly recalling what her best friend had said, Tang Wan pursed her lips, and suddenly a thought emerged at the bottom of her heart: Is he...

really suitable? **

Meanwhile, in another room, Jiang Yanting was telling Jiangjiang the story of "Creaching the part where she danced with the Prince at the ball, and right before midnight, ran out of the palace, leaving behind a glass slipper... "Did the Prince finally find Cinderella?" Jiangjiang had heard the story many times, but still asked every time.

In his father's version, Cinderella had acted on a whim, and the Prince spent a lifetlooking for her.

Jiang Yanting stroked his hair, chuckling softly, "The Prince finally found Cinderella, and they lived happily ever after." Jiangjiang was already drowsy, but hearing the original ending, he was somewhat surprised.

Was his useless dad turning over a new leaf today?