Chapter 1659 - 965: The End—The Warmth of Everyday Life Comforts Mortal Hearts

Chapter 1659: Chapter 965: The End—The Warmth of Everyday Life Comforts Mortal Hearts

"Dad, I’m dizzy, am I sick?" Jiang Xiaowai felt the whole world spinning around, this unfamiliar feeling terrified him.

"You’re just drunk." Jiang Jinsang wiped his hair dry and let him lie down.

"I’m so thirsty."

He still felt his throat burning, unbearably uncomfortable.

"I’ll make you a cup of honey water." When Jiang Jinsang went to the living room, everyone had already left gradually, only the old lady was still there with Tang Wan and Fan Mingyu, showing off the qipao Si Qingxiao had gifted her today.

"How is Mutang?" Tang Wan looked at him.

"Drunk, I’ll pour him a glass of water and coax him to sleep."

When Tang Wan returned to the room, passing by the doorway, "...Sun Wukong used his fiery eyes to recognize at a glance that this person was a demon transformed, pulled out the Jingu Bang from his ear, and shouted at the demon."

She didn’t push the door in, tidied up a bit after returning to the room, and lay down. Shortly after, Jiang Jinsang came back.

"Finally asleep, drank a lot, felt uncomfortable, had to coax him for a long time to fall asleep." Jiang Jinsang smiled, "I’ll take a shower first, if you’re tired, go to sleep, don’t wait up for me."

"Okay."

When Jiang Jinsang came out, although Tang Wan had already lain down, she was still awake, feeling the bed behind her slightly sink as a hand reached over from behind, gently embracing her.

Whispering in her ear:

"Wanwan, goodnight—"

As always, intimate and warm.

...

Moonlight trickled into the room, like flowing water, the moon as it was back then, hoping the person beside me...

Is also as before.

In a daze, Tang Wan vaguely recalled the first time seeing Jiang Jinsang at the Tang Family.

The daylight was just right, sunlight thick and smoking, burning fiercely, landed on him, seemingly enveloped in a layer of light, his white clothes dyed with the warm green of the shade.

Voice warmer than the mountain breeze, a man like a heavenly immortal.

His figure against the light brought all the tenderness in the world to her.

**

The night was quiet, moonlight like day, until the sound of a phone ringing shattered all the silence.

Following that, a servant’s voice answering the phone could be heard, waking up the sleeping old lady.

"That Jiang Xiaosi, middle of the night, what’s he trying to do? Even calling the home phone, in the dead of night, wants to wake everyone up, already married with kids, how can he still be so careless and disorganized."

The old house wasn’t soundproof, the old lady’s muttering in the living room could be heard upstairs.

"Little brat, it better be something important, otherwise, I’ll skin him."

"Rare to get a good sleep."

...

Then,

Jiang Chengsi’s midnight terror ringtone didn’t wake everyone up, but the old lady’s vibrant laughter did.

It was about Si Qingxiao being pregnant.

Someone had finally reaped the rewards after trying for so long, couldn’t care less that it was already early morning, eagerly informing everyone.

Qi Zeyan: "This is like knowing an idiot."

Jiang Shiyi received the call, just said lightly, "Congratulations."

Jiang Yanting only coldly acknowledged with "Hmm," hung up, and went back to sleep.

As for Huo Qinqi, he directly hung up the call without even answering.

"Who is it?" Shen Shuci frowned.

"Prank call." Coming through at one in the morning, what else could it be?

When Jiang Chengsi was about to call Jiang Jinsang, he had already received the message:

[Congratulations, Fourth Brother.]

[Jiang Xiaowu, you’re the most sensible, what should I do, I’m so excited I can’t sleep! I want to go for a drive.]

[Middle of the night, how can your wife tolerate you bouncing off the walls?]

[I’ve already been banished to the study.]

[...]

Jiang Jinsang chuckled softly, turned his head to see Tang Wan already asleep. He raised a hand to tuck her in, leaned over, and kissed her lightly on the side of her face.

Life, love, probably doesn’t need the intense and tragic partings, just the mundane, the rice, oil, and salt, day after day...

The smell of human life is what soothes the ordinary heart the most.