Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot
Chapter 236 - 173 Furious Jiangjiang comes online, Shen Zhixian suddenly faints

Chapter 236: 173 Furious Jiangjiang comes online, Shen Zhixian suddenly faints

Frost weighed heavily on the branches, and the piercing cold wind blew until the rising sun dispersed the gloomy hues of winter.

When Tang Wan returned to her room after exercising, Jiangjiang was standing by the bed, tidying up the blanket with his little arms and legs in a somewhat comical manner.

"Good morning, Auntie."

"Woke up so early?" Tang Wan patted his head, "Go wash up, I’ll take care of this."

"Then I’ll go back to my room." Jiangjiang, clutching his little pillow, ran downstairs. He had awakened earlier when Tang Wan and Jiang Jinsang got up and couldn’t fall back to sleep as he tossed and turned in bed.

After all, although his father was occasionally contemptible, he rarely stayed out all night. If he really had to find a stepmother for himself, it would be a big deal.

Would the stepmother like him? Would they have other children? What should he do?

Jiangjiang’s mind was in chaos.

After breakfast, since Jiang Yanting was not around and it was usually Fan Mingyu who took him to his hobby class, Tang Wan took over the responsibility as she was free anyway, while Jiang Jinsang had to go to the hospital for a regular checkup.

**

Indoor Soccer Field

Tang Wan sat in the audience, watching a group of children playing soccer below. Jiangjiang was beautiful and delicate, and even in a uniform, he was still the most eye-catching one.

Playing soccer inevitably involved some collisions, and Jiangjiang, for some reason, seemed distracted today, getting bumped twice consecutively, which made Tang Wan inevitably worried.

"Jiang Wenyan, watch your position, what are you doing!" the coach reminded him several times and finally called a timeout to admonish him alone.

"Alright, everyone, take a break and drink some water. We’ll continue in a bit."

The children dispersed, and Jiangjiang, feeling embarrassed by the coach’s scolding, awkwardly walked towards Tang Wan.

"Drink some water." Tang Wan handed him a thermos, "It’s okay, I often got scolded by teachers when I was in school too. Just adjust yourself and it’ll be fine."

"You were scolded by a teacher?" Jiangjiang seemed incredulous.

"I was particularly bad at chemistry, probably just didn’t have the talent, couldn’t learn it no matter how hard I tried, the teacher was furious." Tang Wan half-kneeled, squatting in front of him, "What’s wrong today? If you’re feeling unwell, we can ask the teacher for a leave and go home earlier."

"No need..."

A child’s worries are almost always visible on their face, they can’t hide it well, which made Tang Wan somewhat anxious, also not knowing exactly what was bothering him.

During the routine practice, the coach usually divided the children into small groups for matches. Just after the groups were formed, the boy standing next to Jiangjiang quietly asked him, "Jiang Wenyan, is that woman over there your new mom?"

"No." After he replied, he stood to the side, performing some simple warm-ups.

"Jiang Wenyan, no mom, no one to wipe your snot..." an older boy even turned this into a rhyme.

Children don’t understand these things; to them, any child resulting from a single-parent situation is considered different, their words are uninhibited and can often be the most hurtful.

Tang Wan, sitting a relatively long distance away, naturally didn’t hear what they were saying. But in the following scrimmage, Jiangjiang seemed like a different person, scoring several goals in succession.

Later, when he was about to dribble past someone, a tall boy came to block him. As this was a hobby class, the children varied in age. Tang Wan, seeing the two collide, was afraid Jiangjiang might get hurt, but it turned out that the taller boy was the one knocked over, falling to the ground and immediately starting to cry.

From far away, it was clear it was a hard fall.

The coach and the on-call medical staff quickly ran over to check.

Jiangjiang, being closest to him, said,

"Let your mom come and wipe your nose!"

The boy immediately cried even harder.

"Jiang Wenyan—" the boy cried bitterly, pointing at him and said, "You’re a motherless child, you’ve got no mom!"

"Say that again!"

Jiangjiang, inheriting Jiang Yanting’s looks and after spending a long time together, influenced by each other, had a glaring look when angry that could indeed be intimidating.

This scared the boy considerably.

Why Jiangjiang was known as the little tyrant in Beijing had some basis after all.

"What are you two doing? Are you trying to fight?" the coach frowned.

The boy probably knew it was wrong to say such things, so when the coach and parents came over, he didn’t dare to say anything more. Collisions in soccer are normal, but after being knocked over, that boy didn’t play anymore.

Tang Wan also went to check on Jiangjiang’s condition; although it was her first time accompanying him, she had already noticed the subtle atmosphere on the field.