Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 187: Quite the Jealous Type!

The entrepreneurship credit form was approved without errors. Xue Hongying filed it away and told Jiang Qin that he could take Feng Nanshu away.

Remember to treat Feng Nanshu well!

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You might not know, but every year in the classes I teach, there are always one or two couples that form. Ive had my fair share of wedding candies, Xue Hongying said with evident pride.

After hearing this, Jiang Qin felt numb: Teacher, you must be teaching matchmaking, right? Otherwise, you and Gao Wenhui must be related!

Xue Hongyings eyes brightened: Oh? Does Wenhui from our class also have an eye for this kind of thing?

Heh, thank you, teacher. Goodbye.

Jiang Qin felt overwhelmed and quickly left the place, leading the little rich lady who had been quietly observing everything.

Stepping out into the foyer of the teaching building, they were greeted by the warm sunlight, tempting one to laze around.

Before leaving, Feng Nanshu raised her arms, allowing Jiang Qin to zip up her down jacket.

Jiang Qin, can you fix my collar?

As Jiang Qin adjusted her collar, his fingers inevitably brushed her smooth cheek. This instructor of yours looks kind, but I suspect shes not a good person. You must be vigilant and not fall into her pink trap.

Feng Nanshus eyelashes trembled slightly. But she said you should be nicer to me.

Thats the only part you should listen to. The rest is nonsense. I can tell its all bluff, even more so than Gao Wenhuis babbling. Is she married?

I dont know, Feng Nanshu replied, both obedient and honest.

Jiang Qin feigned a cold laugh: I can guess shes not married, just like Gao Wenhui, a theoretical strategist. You didnt believe her nonsense, did you?

Dont be afraid, Jiang Qin. I wouldnt believe even a punctuation mark of what she says, Feng Nanshu said seriously.

Good, I trust you.

Jiang Qin felt something was off but couldnt pinpoint it. He took a longer look at Feng Nanshu.

Fortunately, at that moment, she was gazing at the brilliant winter sun ahead, looking innocent and naive, easily deceived.

Reassured, Jiang Qin took her hand and headed towards the cafeteria.

The little rich lady was wearing a pair of black boots today and seemed eager for Jiang Qin to take her on a path less traveled.

A recent snowfall in Linchuan had left the main paths clear, but the maple tree-lined path still had a mix of snow and fallen leaves that crunched underfoot.

Jiang Qin led her into the maple forest, watching her dainty footprints form a trail along the lengthy walkway.

Her legs were clad in black jeans, appearing even longer than Jiang Qins from a visual standpoint, accentuating her svelte figure.

Her down jacket was this winters trendy Korean-style short cut, barely covering her waist, allowing glimpses of the metallic button on her jeans, suggesting a hint of her slim waist.

Her long hair fluttered in the sunlight, and she walked in silence, the very image of a cool and wealthy beauty.

Only when Jiang Qin pretended to let go did she show her true, somewhat clumsy nature, hurriedly running back to grab his hand.

Dont leave me behind again.

Youre the one who walked too fast. I cant keep up with my old arms and legs. Lets slow down; theres no rush for the cafeteria food.

Jiang Qin appeared relaxed, strolling leisurely, not at all like a student on the brink of failing.

But in reality, he wasnt as carefree as he seemed. His mind was preoccupied with the information form he had just seen.

He had never asked Feng Nanshu about her family, partly because there was no need to pry and partly because its impolite to delve into someones family affairs without their initiative.

Yet, today he learned that the little rich lady might not have a mother.

Complicated family relationships in wealthy households are quite common, after all.

Although Jiang Qin had never experienced such situations in real life, he had seen enough similar plots in TV dramas to imagine the intricacies of wealthy family disputes.

You have the nerve to steal a man, then have the nerve to open the door!

Dont hide inside in silence; I know youre home!

The classic lines of Auntie Xue from those dramas, still relevant today, flashed through Jiang Qins mind as he exhaled a white breath, tightening his grip on the small hand in his palm.

One should never assume that dramas are entirely fictitious; sometimes, real life can be even more dramatic than whats on screen.

Could Feng Nanshus personality be related to her family background? Had she never mentioned her family because she didnt want to, or was there another reason?

Why did she live in Jizhou when her father was in Shanghai? Was Uncle Gong really just her driver?

Jiang Qin had many questions, feeling like he could write a million-word saga about wealthy family wars. Yet, he refrained from asking anything.

For now, it was enough that the little rich lady was happy. If she had something on her mind she wanted to share, he could always listen later.

Arriving at the cafeteria, Jiang Qin pushed aside the heavy cold-proof curtain and entered, only to find many people huddled near the heaters, engrossed in their books a clear sign that the study rooms were likely full.

Without a study room, how was he to study?

Already on the verge of failing, and now denied access to a study room was there no justice?

Frustrated, Jiang Qin viciously dunked a steamed dumpling into a vinegar dish, drowning it before feeding it to the expectant Feng Nanshu.

Is it too sour?

Feng Nanshu shook her head, her eyes clear.

Youre really jealous, arent you? You cant be like this; you need to change.

Jiang Qin fed her another vinegar-soaked dumpling. By the way, I have something to tell you. This weekend, I plan to take you to see He Manqi. She said she misses you. Is that okay?

Feng Nanshu pursed her lips: But she also likes to call you big brother. What should we do?

Jiang Qin replied while eating: Shes a high school student; she cant call me little brother. Besides, her calling me big brother is just a polite form of social interaction, not the same as when you call me big brother.

Feng Nanshu blinked in confusion: What does big brother mean when I say it?

When you say big brother its just that, nothing more. Lets eat. No talking during meals; whoever talks is a puppy.

Oh.

Feng Nanshu lowered her head and began to sip her soup delicately.

With no study room available, Jiang Qins enthusiasm for studying was halved. Wandering aimlessly, he eventually took the little rich lady to Room 208.

Recently, the members of 208 had been busy preparing for exams, working in shifts. Aside from a few core employees, the office wasnt crowded.

Jiang Qin cleared his desk for one-on-one tutoring with Feng Nanshu.

Well, tutoring wasnt the right word. It was more like relearning.

Jiang Qin wasnt exactly incapable of learning; its just that he often found himself confused and cursing.

The staff at 208, untrained in professional decorum, couldnt help but smile at their bosss plight.

Jiang Qin, usually seen as fearless and invincible, seemed comically out of his element now.

Whats so funny? Have you finished your work? Why so idle?

Jiang Qin scanned the office with a stern face.

We finished long ago, boss. Our group even prepared tomorrows promotional posts, Lu Feiyu replied, unaware that silence would have been wiser. This was typical of the immaturity of college students.

So, I didnt assign enough work? Then write posts for the day after tomorrow. No one leaves until its done.

At Jiang Qins words, the content team was infuriated, throwing various small items from their desks at Lu Feiyu.

You, youre just a fool. Dont you understand? The bosss dignity is not to be mocked. He can embarrass himself, but we cannot laugh at him.

Dong Wenhao couldnt help but scold Lu Feiyu. This was his protg, and his stupidity left him speechless.

I only understood a little before, but today Ive learned it thoroughly.

Lu Feiyus eyes were devoid of their usual spark.

Get back to work. Remember, talk less, do more.

After a half-day of studying, Jiang Qin felt it was quite effective. It wasnt like deciphering a foreign script anymore. Having such a helpful tutor was indeed a blessing.

Jiang Qin stretched lazily, thinking if his classmates, like Old Cao, failed, his mood might improve even further.

Did Xuemei come in today?

Dong Wenhao looked around: She seems to have taken the afternoon off.

Jiang Qin pursed his lips: Wenhao, check if her camera is here. I need it for a photo.

Oh, okay.

Dong Wenhao didnt know what for, but he rummaged around and found Lu Xuemeis camera.

Turning it on, there was just enough battery left for a few hundred shots.

Boss, got it.

Wait till I strike a pose.

Jiang Qin held a pen in one hand and a high math textbook in the other, feigning concentration. Dong Wenhao quickly snapped a few photos after Jiang Qins instruction.

All done. Whats this for?

For future promotions or interviews. Well say Entrepreneur star Jiang Qin, balancing work and study, excelling in both business and academics. Thats the message.

After finishing his statement, Jiang Qin left 208 with the little rich lady. After strolling around the campus, he returned to the dormitory brimming with confidence.

This was the assurance of a student who had studied well.

Especially seeing his three roommates still lounging in bed, claiming there was no rush to study, his confidence soared even higher.

Jiang bro, you didnt spend all afternoon studying, did you? Please say no, or Ill feel guilty all night.

No, I went out for fun this afternoon. Dont worry, Old Zhou, just enjoy your novel.

Jiang Qin moved a chair to the balcony and squinted as he basked in the sun.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chao relaxed, sinking back into his bed, feeling peaceful and content.

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