Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 1237 - 720: Pounce vs Counter-Pounce, Do You Like the Present Me? (Part 2)

What on earth is this thing?

Why is it so bitter?

Jiang Chengsi turned around, pulling a towel to dry his hair.

Still seated in the chair, Si Qingxiao was stunned for several seconds, then stood up, staring at his back, "Jiang Chengsi—"

"Hm?" Jiang Chengsi was intentionally teasing her; if he were truly angry, he wouldn’t have invited her out to meet, would have blocked and deleted her entirely, pretending to never have known her.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around and saw her looking so serious, he thought to himself:

Damn, seems like I went too far.

"It’s not that I’m cautious of you or deliberately guarding against you; I don’t have that intention. Actually, as someone from the Si Family, I’m quite scared."

"I know you and the You Family have always been at odds; if you knew You Hongxian is my uncle, you might avoid me."

"Everyone says being born into the Si Family is lucky, something one might have earned through countless lifetimes; but honestly, it’s not necessarily a good thing. Since childhood, I’ve had few friends, and many people approach me with ulterior motives, making it hard for me to find someone who genuinely cares for me, someone who... "

"Simply likes me and is willing to befriend me. So even though my interactions with Teacher Tang have been few, I truly cherish the bond we have. When she said there wasn’t the right Xiuhe for marriage, I proactively offered it to her... "

Jiang Chengsi pressed his lips tightly, remaining silent.

He knew, when Xiaowu and his sister-in-law got married, she gifted a set of expensive jewelry, surprising Tang Wan, because their relationship didn’t seem that close.

In hindsight, everything seemed to have a traceable reason.

Si Qingxiao pursed her lips, the bitter taste of the medicinal soup still lingered, feeling like it had pierced her heart.

"But being with you, I do have my own motives..."

"What do you want from me?" Jiang Chengsi actually understood the flavor of what she was talking about.

From an outsider’s view, being born into a prestigious family appears glamorous, just like everyone says Huo Qinqi is impressive, achieving military accolades at a young age; it seems natural for him to be outstanding, yet who knows what he sacrificed.

Si Qingxiao walked towards him, while Jiang Chengsi remained calm and unmoved, watching the young girl approach him.

Lowering his gaze to look at her.

Without warning, Si Qingxiao suddenly grabbed the collar of his shirt, catching him off guard; his body instinctively reacted, seemingly trying to evade, yet she was surprisingly strong, so when his body lowered slightly, she stood on tiptoe, encircled his neck with both hands—

Her entire body leaned in just like that.

Seamlessly fitting, in an extremely intimate and amorous posture.

Before Jiang Chengsi could react, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

Having lived for so many years, Jiang Chengsi had always been proactive, never once passively accepting anything...

He always felt that a man should take the initiative.

The young girl was quite inexperienced, lightly brushing his lips...

Perhaps too nervous, or something else!

Her lips were soft.

But the warmth was surprisingly high.

"I sneak to the club; make clothes for you; when you ask me out, I come out, what do you think I want..." Her voice was soft and gentle, full of allure, yet visibly tense and stubborn, looking him in the eye.

"Jiang Chengsi—" Her voice was delicate and tender, softly calling his name.

Never before had Jiang Chengsi felt, when someone called his name, that it tightened his heart.

"What I want is you..."

"You previously said you liked me, you told my dad you had someone you liked, so..."

"I like you."

"Do you... still want to like the me now?"

Looking at her, it seemed like there was a layer of mist in her eyes.

Entangled and intertwined, just that gaze seemed capable of claiming someone’s life.

He had seen firsthand how Jiang Yanting, because of Shen Zhixian’s gaze, could transform his cold demeanor into a soft, tender expression; back then, he thought his brother was strictly ruled by his wife, just because of a look...

Reflecting now, she seemed to want his life, and he was likely willing.

Si Qingxiao appeared tender, but daring enough to race cars behind her parents’ backs; she was inherently tough and stubborn.

She didn’t want to wait or guess; she hoped Jiang Chengsi would give her an answer now.

Jiang Chengsi didn’t expect, after confessing on Valentine’s Day, to receive hers a few days later; he knew well how much courage such a confession required, since he had built up his psychological foundations for long; it seemed his earlier words had truly cornered her.

Si Qingxiao, having awaited his response for long without receiving it, suddenly felt her heart sink halfway.