Chapter 35: Chapter 35 - 35 035 Fifth Lord Intentionally Puts on Airs Instead

Chapter 35: 035 Fifth Lord Intentionally Puts on Airs? Instead Gets Teased Chapter 35: 035 Fifth Lord Intentionally Puts on Airs? Instead Gets Teased Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation That night, many people in Pingjiang tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Tang Wan thought she had “hurt” Jiang Jinsang and didn’t know how to make amends. She too tossed and turned in bed, only falling asleep late at night, while the instigator, on the other hand, slept well.

The next morning, when Tang Wan got up, Jiang Jinsang was standing in the courtyard idly tending to the flowers and plants. He merely nodded casually when he saw her come out.

Compared to the previous days, he was indeed a bit indifferent.

Tang Wan took a deep breath, thinking, Oh no, could he truly be angry?

“Good morning, Fifth Lord,” she said with a smile as she walked up to him. He replied with a nonchalant sound, which gave her a headache. “These flowers… where are their leaves?”

“The weather turned cold in autumn, so they all fell off.”

The Jiang Family: “…”

Clearly, it was you who plucked them bald last night.

Noticing his lack of interest and seeming unwillingness to engage with her, Tang Wan decided to head to the main hall to prepare breakfast.

The old man went out early in the morning with his birdcage for a stroll and smiled when he returned to see the dining table, “What’s the occasion today that we’re having such a feast?”

“Oh, just a whim to make a few more dishes,” Tang Wan replied sheepishly. She certainly couldn’t admit it was to please Jiang Jinsang.

After breakfast, the two of them returned to the courtyard together, and Tang Wan casually suggested, “Fifth Lord, would you like to go read in the study later? The sunlight is better there.”

“I won’t disturb you?” he asked, his voice low and gentle, yet his lips remained coolly indifferent.

“It’s no problem, please do.”

…

When Jiang Jinsang arrived at the study, Tang Wan had already prepared tea and pastries, her attempts to please him were obvious.

However, as soon as he sat down in the chair, he began reading without any intention of speaking, leaving Tang Wan to grouse and busy herself with her own tasks.

Except for the occasional chirping of the Hua Mei in the main hall, the study was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

“What are you doing?” Suddenly a voice sounded beside her, startling Tang Wan. Her hand trembled, and when she turned her head, she found that Jiang Jinsang was already standing by her side, his chin almost resting on her shoulder and neck.

She could feel his gentle breathing so close.

“Mixing paint.”

“What for?”

“To dye goose feathers,” Tang Wan explained.

“Cyan Feather first uses gold and silver sheets as a base, then the patterns are outlined with gold and silver threads, and finally, kingfisher feathers are pasted on. But this process involves taking feathers from around the neck of live kingfishers, which is very cruel. When I do this work, I usually use dyed goose feathers, blue silk, or artificially bred blue peacock feathers as substitutes.”

“Is the effect the same?”

“There’s definitely a difference. Kingfisher feathers can display different colors from different angles, which other materials certainly can’t,” Tang Wan said with a smile.

“Cyan Feather tradition is about the ‘dots,’ not the ‘feathers.'”

“What truly needs to be passed down is the craftsmanship.”

…

Talking about her own work, Tang Wan seemed to be glowing, and even as the distance between them grew closer, she seemed oblivious.

Only when she felt his warm breath land on her face did she sheepishly stop talking.

“I think I’ve been talking too much,” Tang Wan coughed.

“It’s alright, I didn’t know about these things, so I’ve learned something new.”

“Would you like to try this?” Tang Wan finally remembered her need to “please” Jiang Jinsang. Seeing his interest in Cyan Feather, she naturally wanted to cater to his tastes.

“I’ve never done it before.”

“I’m just doing this for fun when I’m free. You should give it a try,” Tang Wan said, making room for him.

Creating Cyan Feather pieces is a very delicate task and isn’t something you can easily get the hang of. Tang Wan guided him from the side. Although Jiang Jinsang had keen insights and meticulous workmanship, he still couldn’t complete it flawlessly.

Mistakes were inevitable, and Tang Wan watched for a while.

“Make sure your hands don’t shake, keep steady, we can adjust later,” she finally couldn’t resist and went to guide him herself.

Tang Wan’s hands were small and couldn’t wrap around his completely, but she held him steady.

The touch of her fingers, slightly cool to the touch…

It was as if a drop of icy water fell into a boiling pot of oil, instantly sizzling and popping—

Sizzling right in his heart, making him tremble.

“In fact, for your first attempt, you did quite well. Just take it slowly,” Tang Wan seemed unaware of his strangeness and continued to instruct him earnestly.

Only when her phone rang, and she went to answer it, did Jiang Jinsang let out a breath.

He was particularly adept at controlling situations, and he could see that from the moment he’d gotten up, Tang Wan had been trying to be friendly toward him. He had remained guarded, but he couldn’t continue this way forever.

Some matters require moderation. If he kept holding himself aloof and Tang Wan got fed up and quit, all his efforts would be in vain.

Therefore, this level of moderation had to be just right.

Even if he was being distant, he still needed to reward her a bit, to tell her…

That he could be won over.

That was why he had made the move to get closer, but hadn’t expected to be flirted with by her in such a subtle way.

As Tang Wan took the call with her back turned to him, Jiang Jinsang set down the tools in his hand and brushed the back of his hand.

The cool touch from where she had touched him faded away.

Leaving only a trace of warmth, which burned intensely.

She was on a work call, regarding whether or not to take on a certain Qing Palace Drama project. Just as the call ended, there was a knock on the study’s door.

“Miss?” It was Chen Ma’s voice.

“Come in.”

Chen Ma entered with a push of the door, looking somewhat surprised to see Jiang Jinsang there:

Not only was this the study, but it was also Tang Wan’s workspace. Various designs here were not to be shown to outsiders, and entry was rarely permitted.

“Is something wrong?” Tang Wan inquired.

“Well…” Chen Ma coughed, “Madam and Second Miss have arrived and are in the main hall.”

She’s here? So soon?

Tang Wan was surprised internally but nodded in response, “I’ll be there right away.”

*

Tang Wan had some paint on her hands, and while she was washing them, Jiang Jinsang also left the study. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Jiang Cuo leaning against the wall, shaking his leg comfortably in the sunlight.

He frowned slightly:

Was this kid on vacation here?

Jiang Cuo spotted Jiang Jinsang and immediately approached, “Sir, Miss Tang came out an hour ago.”

“Is that so?”

“She just happened to be there temporarily, and she has a hospital certificate. She was bailed out on the grounds of a medical condition. We thought she’d be locked up for a few days; she got off easy,” Jiang Cuo clicked his tongue.

“Was she the only one bailed out?”

“Yes.”

Jiang Jinsang suddenly smirked, “It would have been better if she stayed inside.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s going home, and Old Tang won’t let her off easily.”

Jiang Jinsang wasn’t surprised that she had been released.

“Those who got caught don’t know who called the police, but they’ve already suffered a loss from the beatings. With their nefarious plots, they surely don’t dare to hold it against Wanwan. Who do you think they’ll blame?”

Wanwan? Jiang Cuo frowned. Are you two that close now?

“And now she’s the only one out. Do you think these people and their families have no thoughts? When they’re released, Tang Mo won’t have any ‘good days.'”

Jiang Cuo: “So that night, not dealing with Tang Mo was to wait for this?”

“Wanwan was there last night too. If I wanted to deal with her, I have thousands of ways. Is it necessary to handle everything personally?”

So you didn’t act last night because you wanted to maintain your image in front of Miss Tang?

Jiang Cuo clicked his tongue: this mind…

Truly dirty and cunning.

After spending a night at the police station, Tang Mo was already scared witless. Little did she know that the real nightmare was just beginning…