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I thought that with Jiang Huai's temperament, he would definitely come looking for trouble, but to my surprise, I went through the entire banquet without any issues.
Once the banquet was over, I finally felt relieved.
During the family gathering, Jiang Huai was nowhere to be found. Uncle Jiang scolded him for being irresponsible, saying it was our first family gathering and he had run off to mess around. Yet, he couldn't help but worry whether this rebellious son had skipped dinner again.
I glanced up at the tightly closed door. Where could Jiang Huai have gone? It was already so late.
It wasn't until deep into the night that I finally heard the sound of his door opening.
He was back!
I immediately jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs to heat up some food for him.
As I stood at his door with the meal in hand, I noticed that the light in his room was still on.
I gently knocked on the door, but there was no response. I knocked again, still nothing.
Ignoring me?
Just as I was about to knock a third time, the door swung open abruptly.
Jiang Huai stood at the doorway, a chill radiating from him, with droplets of water still clinging to his face—he must have just washed up.
"Brother, haven't you eaten yet?" I asked.
Jiang Huai raised an eyebrow slightly. "What does it matter to you?"
I was taken aback by his harshness. Ignoring his cold demeanor, I continued, "This is dinner that Uncle Jiang saved for you. He asked me to wait for you to come back so I could heat it up."
Jiang Huai let out a cold snort, leaning against the doorframe. "Will Jiang Haotian leave me any food? That's like a weasel wishing a chicken a happy new year."
I was taken aback; I didn't expect him to describe his father that way.
I softened my voice and asked, "Do you want to try some, brother?"
Jiang Huai glanced at me, his gaze slightly narrowed. After a long pause, he finally spoke, devoid of any emotion. "Put it on my desk."
A smile spread across my face, and my eyes brightened as I hurried to carry it into his room and gently set it down.
It was my first time entering a boy's room. A faint scent of smoke mixed with the fragrance of shower gel filled the air. I didn't dare look around too much and quickly made my exit.
"Take your time eating, brother. Just put the dishes in the kitchen when you're done; I'll wash them tomorrow," I called out.
Jiang Huai remained silent, still leaning against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on me.
Just as I was about to open my own door, Jiang Huai called out to me. "Tang Xiaotian."
He actually remembered my name!
"Hey!"
His expression was indifferent, but there was a hint of mockery in his tone. "I heard you got bullied by a few girls at the banquet today?"
I hadn't expected him to ask that, and for a moment, I didn't know how to respond. "I... I just accidentally..."
"You're really useless," Jiang Huai interrupted coldly.
I wanted to explain myself, but Jiang Huai's dark eyes locked onto mine, making me too intimidated to say another word.
After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly rubbed his hair in frustration and said in a somewhat fierce tone, "Since you've entered the Jiang family, don't embarrass us. If someone bullies you in the future, retaliate however you need to. There are plenty of people behind you to back you up."
With that, he slammed the door shut before I could respond.
I stared at the closed door for a moment, trying to process whether I could understand that he was actually concerned about me.
Unable to help myself, I let out a laugh. How awkward! The Young Master Jiang had the hardest mouth of anyone.
In my first year at Jiang's house, I had just started my third year of middle school while Jiang Huai was in his second year of high school, attending the best school in Jincheng.
Although he often got into fights and caused trouble, his grades were surprisingly good.
At the dining table, Uncle Jiang asked me which high school I wanted to attend.
I bit my chopsticks and thought for a moment.
Just then, the door opened, and Jiang Huai appeared with a motorcycle helmet in one hand, glancing at us.
Looking at Jiang Huai's indifferent back, I blurted out, "I want to go to my brother's school."
Jiang Huai paused on the stairs and turned to look at us.
His tone was laced with sarcasm. "You? Hah, what a dreamer."
But after that night, when I discovered another side of Jiang Huai, I no longer feared him.
I forcefully barged into his life, even though he scowled and rejected my attempts to get close.
Yet I acted as if I didn’t see it and always smiled brightly at him. He would be my family from now on; I had to treat him well.
After a year of relentless effort on my part, it seemed that he had begun to treat me like one of his own.
Wherever he went, I followed. At first, when I got too close, he would frown and say to me, "Don't follow me, it's a hassle."
Gradually, he started to lift me onto the back seat of his motorcycle, personally putting a helmet on my head.
With a cold expression, he would say, "Hold on tight, and don't scream about being scared in my ear."
I wrapped my arms around his waist and tilted my head, "Then drive slowly, okay?"
Jiang Huai shot me a glance and scoffed lightly, "You have too many issues; don't push your luck."
But the speed of the motorcycle always slowed down a bit.
I felt that my efforts were paying off.
In the past, Jiang Huai would never sit at the same table with us for meals; he said just looking at my mom annoyed him.
However, after my persistence, Jiang Huai finally agreed to eat with us.
Though half the time was spent with Uncle Jiang and me exchanging glances in silence.
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