Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot-Chapter 44 - 0 Oops fluttering heart or heart attack (2nd
Chapter 44: 044 Oops, fluttering heart or heart attack? (2nd update)
Chapter 44: 044 Oops, fluttering heart or heart attack? (2nd update)
The assistant, worried that her boss might go too far in his antics and genuinely upset the person, potentially ruining the cooperation, gently reminded him:
“If we’re really going to work with them, we should be careful…”
“Do you think I’m someone who lacks such discretion?” he asked, rubbing his brow.
Coming to Pingjiang on impulse the night before, he regretted it while staying in the rest area.
If they were to really work together in the future, they would certainly have to interact more, and if the power remained in the hands of the other party, they would be very passive.
Since he had already arrived, might as well take the opportunity to set them straight.
“I heard that the teacher responsible for the Cyan Feather is a woman…” the assistant whispered as a reminder.
Meaning: It’s a woman, so take it easy.
He just chuckled, “Don’t worry, even if it were a man, I wouldn’t lay a hand on him.”
Assistant: “…”
As they were speaking, a knock was heard, along with Manager Chen’s voice: “Qi Zeyan, we’re coming in.”
Manager Chen, worrying that it might be inappropriate to just walk in, knocked on the door first.
When the door opened, Manager Chen very politely let Tang Wan enter first, and the person sitting inside immediately stood up. Seeing Tang Wan, his eyes slightly narrowed.
“Qi Zeyan, let me introduce you, this is the teacher responsible for the Cyan Feather, Ms. Tang,” Manager Chen said with a smile.
“Hello, I’m Tang Wan,” she extended her hand.
“Qi Zeyan.”
Belonging to the Beijing Qi Family, an old-school family from Sijiu City that was incredibly powerful in the early days of the nation’s founding and even now held a significant reputation. In Beijing, just mentioning an acquaintance from the Qi Family was a matter that added to one’s social status.
Tang Wan took a calm measure of him:
The most distinctive feature was probably his eyes, upturned at the corners but not in a frivolous way, instead, they conveyed a sense of haughtiness.
A crisp suit and a neatly parted hairstyle, the typical attire of the wealthy youth.
Elite, elegant.
Tang Wan raised an eyebrow. In daily life, few people styled their hair slicked back because without careful attention, it made one look overly greasy.
All this for a simple meal? Was there a need to sport such a meticulous hairstyle?
Their handshake was brief, a matter of courtesy, fleeting.
Tang Wan, despite leaving herself plenty of leeway, had arrived late due to a traffic jam caused by the rain, and rushed over practically jogging.
“Sorry, the roads were too jammed because of the rain.”
Tang Wan said with a smile, aiming to appear gentle and harmless in business interactions.
She was naturally beautiful, wearing professional attire that complemented her figure, with a slender waist, and her hair wet from the downpour as she got out of the car, adding an unintended allure.
“No problem.”
Their company always interfaced with Manager Chen; it was normal for the craftsmen who were not good at external interactions to find an agent to help.
Qi Zeyan had initially thought that since Manager Chen was of considerable age, his business partner would likely be a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, especially since the Cyan Feather pieces that their workshop had crafted in recent years were of exceptional quality, hardly the work of a young girl.
“Please, have a seat,” Tang Wan said, inferring from his previous reports that he wasn’t the most pleasant person.
She was hosting and had been late; she had been a bit anxious and uneasy, but seeing him unexpectedly agreeable lightened her spirits and she gave him a smile.
The irritation and hurry on her way here dissolved, and her smile was unspeakably tender and enchanting.
Qi Zeyan had not expected his counterpart to be a young woman and before he could collect his thoughts, he was dazzled by that smile.
After sitting down, he took a sip of his tea, the temperature scalding his tongue, leaving him feeling like his heart…
Had been ruthlessly scratched by something.
And it throbbed fiercely.
What a mess—
What was this fatal sensation?
After some pleasantries and small-talk, as the dishes were served, Tang Wan picked up a cup of tea, “Qi Zeyan, I didn’t expect you to come all this way, I’m sorry for not being able to entertain you earlier. I’ll have to drive later, so let me offer you a cup of tea in lieu of wine.”
“Miss Tang, there’s no need to be so polite,” Qi Zeyan said, unusually agreeable.
The assistant stood by, all prepared, just waiting for her boss to play his tricks…
Unexpectedly polite, gentlemanly and considerate.
You were supposed to give her a hard time, but you can’t abandon your principles just because she’s pretty.
Too superficial!
…
Tang Wan explained, “Mr. Qi, actually I’ve been hesitant about this cooperation because there have been some issues at home. I was afraid of holding up your progress, and I wasn’t fully prepared…”
Qi Zeyan narrowed his eyes, “Miss Tang is a very responsible person.”
The assistant raised an eyebrow:
Didn’t you say in private that if it’s a sure bet and you don’t do it, the person must be a fool?
Tang Wan smiled, “The sudden decision to postpone until the start of spring is indeed due to family matters. If you feel that it’s causing a delay, it’s fine even if we don’t cooperate.”
Film production coordination is complex, requiring scheduling for each actor and the crew spends lots of time renting locations, creating props—delaying even a day is costly and hard to estimate.
Qi Zeyan simply smiled, “It’s okay, I shoot films wanting to use only the best. I can wait. Who in Miss Tang’s family is unwell, and do they need my help?”
“Thank you for your kindness, my grandfather isn’t well, but it’s an old problem. The weather’s turning cold, and the elderly’s resistance is weak, I’m just not at ease…”
“You’re very filial,” Qi Zeyan observed her discreetly, “Where do you usually work?”
“At home.”
Qi Zeyan nodded seriously, “If it’s convenient…”
“May I visit?”
Tang Wan smiled; it was a business involving hundreds of millions, so his wanting to see her work environment was normal, “Sure, give me a call in advance so I can host you.”
The assistant glanced out the window:
Is it raining red rain today?
His boss…
Could it be he’s taken a fancy to her?
Just a moment ago he said he wouldn’t make a move? Now it seems he wants to make his move and then some.
…
Nobody drank alcohol, after exchanging courtesies, Tang Wan and Manager Chen escorted Qi Zeyan back to the hotel, and then everyone went their separate ways home.
As soon as someone returned to the hotel, he immediately called Jiang Jinsang.
**
At the old Tang Family residence
Jiang Jinsang was leaning in bed reading a book, the mobile phone vibrated a few times before he somewhat helplessly answered, “Hello—”
“Jiang Xiaowu! Do you know what a heartbeat feels like? I think I’m in love…”
Jiang Jinsang raised an eyebrow: A heartbeat?
If the heart isn’t beating…
Then that must be a dead person.
…
He talked for a long while, but there was no response on the other end, after saying “hello” twice, he had no idea when the other side hung up. When he tried to call back, it went straight to an unanswered state.
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At this time the assistant knocked and entered, holding a blue folder in his hand.
Qi Zeyan, in a bad mood, asked, “Did you find all the information?”
“Yes.”
“How is it?” Although they had cooperated before, he hadn’t been in contact with Tang Wan and Qi Zeyan wasn’t directly responsible for the project, hence he hadn’t checked her background.
Now interested in her, he definitely wanted to know more.
Clutching the folder, the assistant said, “Boss, this person…”
“What about her?”
“Her last name is Tang.”
“So what about that…” The surname wasn’t rare, so he didn’t think too much about it.
The man was in a good mood, his heart fluttering, he even uncorked a bottle of red wine and poured some into a stemmed glass, just tasting a sip.
The assistant said, “It’s the same one you mentioned before, the one who in her past life probably mined the Jiangs’ mines, harvested their corn fields, and caught the unlucky eye of their family.”
His mouth twitched, his slick side-parted hair, glistening under the light as though prepared for a photo shoot.
“Back then you said her name meant ‘grass,’ mentioned that the Fifth Master’s health wasn’t good, and that marrying him wouldn’t be ‘adding flowers to his cap’ but more likely would…”
“Lead to grass growing on his grave.”
…
“Cough—” A mouthful of red wine got stuck in his throat, probably the alcohol hadn’t fully hit, both sour and astringent.
That wasn’t his heart being stirred, it was more like he was on the brink of a heart attack.
