Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 315: 212 Jiang Family Siblings Who Love and ‘Kill’ Each Other [New Year’s Eve Message]_2

“You’re insulting me?”

Tang Wan was still wondering what the problem was: was it because the car was too shabby or something else that made him so irritable, when…

Electric bike?

She turned her head to look at Jiang Yanting, who was looking down at some documents, his expression composed, “Grandma said you riding a motorcycle is too dangerous, so since they both have two wheels, we got you a safer one. This is the latest model. What’s wrong? Don’t like the color? We can change it, there’s a 7-day no reason return policy, and it comes with a one-year warranty!”

“…” Jiang Chengsi gave a light snort, “You… are something! You’re impressive!”

“Do I need you to tell me whether I’m impressive or not?” Jiang Yanting raised his eyebrows as he looked at him seriously.

“By the way, Uncle will soon find out about your return to the country. Your dad wants you to come home for the New Year’s Eve dinner.”

Jiang Chengsi scoffed and turned to walk out.

Tang Wan pursed her lips. To use her and then discard her as soon as he was done, wasn’t that a bit too heartless?

“Don’t mind him.” Jiang Jinsang seemed completely indifferent, “Do you want to go up and change your clothes? After all, last night…”

The two had been snuggling in the blankets for a long time. The outer jackets were fine, but the undergarments were wrinkled from being tousled.

Last night?

Jiang Yanting’s fingers paused on the documents. With such a brazen move, who could outdo him?

…

Meanwhile, Jiang Chengsi, riding his own motorcycle, had already rushed home and opened his private garage, where several sports cars were parked, and the rest were heavy-duty motorcycles, all sprayed with various colors. A grand sight indeed.

It wasn’t until he parked his bike and took a moment to look at all his precious vehicles that he realized there was an extra car in the garage.

It was the car he had desperately wanted last year, a limited edition that he had looked for a long time.

When he got home, Jiang Zhaolin just snorted coldly, “You still know how to come back?”

“Or should I just get lost again?”

“You—”

“That’s enough, the child has come back and that’s good. Can we say less, especially during the New Year?” A woman came out of the kitchen.

“Mom.” Jiang Chengsi greeted her.

“As long as you’re back. Why are you wearing so little? Hurry upstairs and change into something warmer…”

“That extra car in my garage…”

“Oh, that was sent by your second brother a few days ago.”

Jiang Chengsi nodded, stepped upstairs, twirling the car keys in his fingers, feeling quite pleased.

However, Jiang Zhaolin, watching his retreating figure, couldn’t help but snort, “What is Jiang Yanting really planning? Riding motorcycles isn’t serious business, and he even went out of his way to send him a car. Is he deliberately leading my son into trouble?”

“And look at him, going off to marry that little girl from the Xie Family. He’s pretty impressive, to disregard all those high-profile ladies and be willing to date someone from the Xie Family. What’s he after if not the Xie Family behind her?”

“Chengsi turned out like this, I think it has a lot to do with him.”

…

“Just say less, will you? If he hears you and runs off again, then it’ll just be the two of us left at home this year.”

Jiang Zhaolin snorted, “Let him run off!”

“Then why did you call him back? Don’t you miss him? All you do is talk tough.”

Even if Jiang Chengsi was a mess, he was still their own child. During the New Year, who wouldn’t want all their children by their side, sharing the joy? In the past years, Jiang Shuyan was at home, always so affectionate. This year was really too quiet.

That Tang Wan, she’s also a tough girl. If she really marries into Jiang Jinsang, she won’t be easy to deal with.

The Tang Family…

Jiang Zhaolin, as a businessman, had always had dealings with Tang Yunxian. Having met the man, he found him to be genteel and not appearing the least bit like a merchant, which likely meant he was even harder to deal with.

Jiang Zhenhuan had two sons. If their marriage affairs were settled and the engagements were not too bad, compared to his own family, he still had Jiang Chengsi, a troublemaker who always seemed to be at odds with him!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got—no mood to celebrate the New Year at all.

**

On the other side of the Jiang family, lunch was a simple affair, just grabbing something to eat to tide them over. They were bustling with preparations for the upcoming New Year’s Eve dinner, with various TV stations either replaying past Spring Festival Galas or live-streaming the behind-the-scenes of this year’s Gala. The atmosphere was certainly festive.

This year, with the Tang family members around, the Jiang Family was especially lively. Both grandsons were making headway in their life-long affairs, which had the old lady practically buzzing with excitement, although she did regret one thing: Shen Zhixian couldn’t bring Taotao to their house.

If only everyone could be here together, that would be perfect…

“Tomorrow we’ll definitely be reunited as a family. Just take good care of yourself. Are you worried your granddaughter-in-law and great-granddaughter won’t come back?” Granny Tang reassured her with a smile.

“I know,” the old lady said with a smile, but her eyes swept over Jiang Yanting with a razor-sharp gaze.

Sitting there, dumb as a stump, he completely resembled a piece of rotten wood!

She had already told him not to be like his father, carrying a deadpan face all the time. How was he going to chase after his wife in the future?

Jiang Zhenhuan was originally sitting on the side, responding with polite replies to the cordial texts of blessings he was sending to some close work colleagues.

But he suddenly felt an intense gaze directed at him and looked up to see his mother staring at him.

He… hadn’t done anything wrong, had he? It was the New Year, why was she still angry?

This year’s couplets for the Jiang Family were personally written by Jiang Jinsang. He had studied running script for a while and his brushstrokes were nimble and elegant, making them stand out compared to other homes that just printed their Spring couplets. Posted outside the home, they were quite eye-catching.

Jiangjiang followed him, writing a few characters for “fortune,” and Jiang Yanting thought they were ugly, but the old lady was very pleased and directly put them up in the house. For the New Year, it was all about the atmosphere: a few Chinese knots hung around, paper-cuts stuck up, and red lanterns swaying, creating the festive vibe.

Yet, before the New Year’s Eve dinner, the Jiang Family had a traditional segment…

“Jiangjiang, didn’t you learn a song at school recently? Sing one for your great-grandfather from the Tang family,” the old lady smiled, her mouth hardly closing.

Standing in front of everyone, Jiangjiang felt like crying.

Why are adults always like this, completely disregarding a child’s feelings? But with everyone’s eager anticipation, he could only muster up a professional fake smile and once again sang the years-repeated “Little Donkey.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jiang Yanting taking out his phone, apparently recording. Despite feeling reluctant, he instinctively straightened his back.

After the performance, Jiangjiang immediately ran to Jiang Yanting’s side, “Dad, let me see the recording.”

“I didn’t record anything.”

“I clearly saw you pointing your phone at me!”

“I was live-streaming for your mom. Once you finished performing, the live stream ended.”

“…”

Jiangjiang felt like crying—what a terrible dad. Does he have no sense of shame, live-streaming him like that?

**

Shen Zhixian and Taotao had just been crowding in front of the phone, watching Jiangjiang actually belting out a song, and even professionally warming up his voice beforehand—after all, Fan Mingyu was a professional singer and naturally had personally coached him…noveldrama

But seeing him perform like that, they couldn’t help but laugh out loud, after all a certain little guy typically carried an air of pride.

“Taotao, isn’t your brother so cute!” As his own son, Shen Zhixian naturally grew fonder the more he watched.

And Jiang Yanting was terrible at taking photos, the angle at which he held the phone, from above, was the classic death angle.

On the screen, Jiangjiang had short little legs and a double chin!

Taotao nodded along, but inwardly she was full of criticism:

What a big dummy, so stupid he’s practically exasperating!

Lucky he’s not my real brother, or else… that would be too embarrassing!