Chapter 46: Chapter 46 - 46 046 Publicly poaching I want to chase your wife (2

Chapter 46: 046 Publicly poaching? I want to chase your wife (2 more updates) Chapter 46: 046 Publicly poaching? I want to chase your wife (2 more updates) Jiang Jinsang stood in the corridor and turned his head, carefully confirming the approaching person.

He wore a simple long shirt and black trousers, his skin a pale white beyond the usual, nobility embedded in his bones. He had an air devoid of mundanity, which is why people in Beijing described him as eerie.

Standing there, he appeared detached and indifferent, his expression reaching the pinnacle of aloofness.

“Mr. Qi, let me introduce you, this person is…” Tang Wan hadn’t finished speaking when Qi Zeyan took a step forward, walking past Jiang Jinsang.

In fact, both men were about the same height, but Jiang Jinsang was standing on a step in the corridor, making him slightly taller, their eyes locked…

Indescribably bizarre!

Tang Wan blinked, what was this situation?

Two men, staring at each other like that?

Jiang Jinsang wasn’t someone with a good temper, and with Qi Zeyan rushing over and staring at him intently, it was sure to make anyone feel violated. Worried that he would get angry, Tang Wan was just about to speak…

Suddenly, Qi Zeyan smiled, “You seem to look quite well.”

“Staying away from you, life is peaceful.”

“Do you really not want to see me that much?”

“Isn’t it obvious enough?”

Jiang Jinsang, always a penetrating thinker, deduced from Qi Zeyan’s appearance that he was the one who had dinner with Tang Wan the previous night, and someone had hurriedly called him yesterday…

Had he encountered someone that made his heart flutter, fallen in love?

Could it be…

He squinted his eyes, his gaze growing deeper and more intense.

“Coming here without telling you in advance, isn’t it a surprise?” Qi Zeyan, whose family didn’t keep birds, saw Jiang Jinsang playing with Hua Mei and subconsciously shook his hand in front of the birdcage.

“Wow-wow—” Hua Mei’s call was loud and clear.

“Does it seem to like me quite a bit?” Qi Zeyan chuckled softly.

Jiang Jinsang directly said, “It’s telling its mates, there’s danger, hide.”

“…”

Tang Wan coughed softly, “Um… do you know each other?”

“Yes, friends,” Qi Zeyan smiled.

Tang Wan nodded, thinking it was normal since they were both from Beijing; she didn’t ask about the nature of their relationship.

“Mr. Qi, please come inside.”

Old Mr. Tang had already changed clothes and come out, but with sore legs, he hadn’t gone out to greet the guests. Tang Wan introduced him briefly.

“…I’m sorry for not meeting you at the entrance.”

“Old Mr. Tang, please sit, no need to be polite with me.” Qi Zeyan had taken a liking to Tang Wan and was naturally exceptionally warm to the Tang family.

“Why did you bring so many things…” Old Mr. Tang glanced at Tang Wan, who shrugged her shoulders, indicating she also didn’t understand why he was being so courteous.

“I didn’t know until I arrived in Pingjiang that I was doing business with Miss Tang, nor did I know that Jinsang lived here, these gifts were prepared in haste and are slightly impolite.”

With not many people surnamed Qi and knowing Jiang Jinsang, it was likely the Qi family from Beijing. Their politeness made Old Mr. Tang smile even more.

Such meticulous manners.

“I heard you really enjoy the pastries from Yiyu Tea House, so I specially bought some. I’m not sure if they suit your taste,” Qi Zeyan was clearly trying to please.

“These require standing in line to buy…,” Old Mr. Tang became increasingly embarrassed.

“It’s fine, the main thing is that you like them.”

…

The Assistant stood aside:

It’s definitely fine for you as you were busy polishing shoes and styling hair at the hotel, but I was the one who got up before dawn and stood in line for two hours to buy them, okay?

Jiang Jinsang sat on the side, rubbing his fingers, a faint mocking curve on his lips.

He clearly wasn’t here to see the work environment, nor was he really here to see him; he was here to poach.

Jiang Cuo stood to one side, squinting his eyes like a fox, whispering, “Jiang Jiu, what do you think our boss is thinking?”

Jiang Jiu pushed up his sunglasses, “Can’t see through him, but I know it’s about time to arrange Qi Shao’s affairs.”

Meanwhile, Old Mr. Tang and Qi Zeyan had chatted for a while before directly asking, “Mr. Qi, why not stay for lunch?”

Qi Zeyan did indeed smile, “Wouldn’t that be too much trouble?”

“How could it be troublesome? It’s just that our family eats homemade food, don’t look down on it,” the old man said with a smile.

“I won’t be polite then,” Qi Zeyan wasn’t planning to show any politeness at all, “And don’t call me President Qi. I really can’t take that. Just call me Xiaoqi, or Zeyan is fine.”

…

*

Qi Zeyan had been talking to Elder Tang in the front hall for a while and then followed Tang Wan to the study workshop for a tour. Since they discussed future cooperation again, the two were alone in the study for almost an hour.

In the courtyard, Qi Zeyan’s assistant, Xiaozhu, stood in front of Jiang Jinsang, feeling inexplicably nervous and fearful.

Qi Zeyan was visiting the workshop and wanted some private time with Tang Wan. As an assistant, he was aware of his duties, so he considerately closed the door and walked out. But as soon as he turned his head, he faced Jiang Jinsang’s seemingly smiling face.

At that moment, Jiang Cuo approached with his sly fox eyes, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, “Xiaozhu, long time no see.”

“Yeah.” Xiaozhu was inexplicably afraid.

“Qi is busy, come and chat with us for a while.”

Xiaozhu didn’t understand what the Jiang family was up to, but his intuition told him it was safer to keep a distance from them.

“No, I’m worried my boss might call for me. I’ll just wait here.”

Before he could finish, Jiang Jiu walked over quickly. Wearing sunglasses, his face was unclear. He half-dragged Xiaozhu by his shoulders, practically hauling him over to Jiang Jinsang.

“Grandpa, here’s the person,” he announced.

Xiaozhu blinked: Are you sure this is inviting? Isn’t it kidnapping?

“Mr. Jinsang.” Xiaozhu was extremely courteous upon seeing Jiang Jinsang.

“Has Zeyan taken a fancy to her?” Jiang Jinsang was also bored, holding a pair of small scissors and tending to the flowers. The storm yesterday had knocked over a few pots, and some branches were blown askew.

“That…” Xiaozhu coughed. No matter how he put it, he was Qi Zeyan’s assistant, and divulging the boss’s matters was a big taboo in the industry.

“I got it.” Jiang Jinsang understood from his expression.

“What are you afraid of, be at ease,” Jiang Cuo patted his shoulder.

Xiaozhu chuckled nervously, glancing at the already pruned-bare branches in front of Jiang Jinsang, feeling a bad premonition.

…

After Qi Zeyan and Tang Wan came out of the study, Tang Wan went to the front hall to help with cooking, and since Jiang Jinsang knew him, he took the time to catch up with him.

“This little courtyard is really nice.” Qi Zeyan looked around the yard.

As Tang Wan left, he casually unbuttoned his suit, relaxing completely.

“No wonder everyone says Pingjiang’s environment nourishes people. It’s indeed very suitable for recuperation.”

“Jiang Xiaowu, you came here just to cancel the engagement, right? Since your Jiang family doesn’t want this marriage, why not leave it to me? I quite like her.”

“Snap—” Jiang Jinsang cut off a flower branch.

It fell precisely on Qi Zeyan’s shoe.

The branch still had residual rainwater mixed with a bit of dust, instantly dirtying his shoe…

“I…” Qi Zeyan’s voice trembled, he almost cursed.

He had been so careful all the way, avoiding so many mud pits to keep his shoes clean, and you f***…

“Dirty? Sorry,” Jiang Jinsang’s tone held no apology.

The Jiang family members stood quietly to the side.

So, he personally came to their door to tell them he was chasing his wife? The fact that Mr. Jinsang didn’t step on his shoe was already very polite.

Qi Zeyan’s shoe was dirty, and he busied himself wiping it off to the side, while Jiang Cuo and others approached, “Grandpa, what should we do about this…”

Jiang Jinsang squinted his eyes. For such behaviors of stealing from under someone’s nose, he seemed not worried at all.

“If he likes to steal, let him steal then,” Jiang lightly snorted, “saves me the effort of digging a pit. When the time comes…”

“Just kick him into the pit.”

Jiang Family: “…”

“And keeping him around has other uses too.”

Just as Qi Zeyan finished cleaning his shoes, he turned around to see the Jiang family all staring at him, those looks…

Sympathetic and mournful, as if he was about to pass away.

He wasn’t dead, why was everyone’s expression, as if lining up to burn paper for him?