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  Chapter 187: Quite the Jealous Type!

  TL: Etude

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

  “Remember to treat Feng Nanshu well!”

  “??????”

  “You might not know, but every year in the csses I teach, there are always one or two couples that form. I’ve had my fair share of wedding dies,” Xue Hongying said with evident pride.

  After hearing this, Jiang Qi numb: “Teacher, you must be teag matchmaking, right? Otherwise, you and Gao Wenhui must be reted!”

  Xue Hongying’s eyes brightened: “Oh? Does Wenhui from our css also have an eye for this kind of thing?”

  “Heh, thank you, teacher. Goodbye.”

  Jiang Qi overwhelmed and quickly left the pce, leading the little rich dy who had been quietly everything.

  Stepping out into the foyer of the teag building, they were greeted by the warm sunlight, tempting oo ze around.

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

  “Jiang Qin, you fix my colr?”

  As Jiang Qin adjusted her colr, his fingers iably brushed her smooth cheek. “This instructor of yours looks kind, but I suspect she’s not a good person. You must be vigint and not fall into her pink trap.”

  Feng Nanshu’s eyeshes trembled slightly. “But she said you should be o me.”

  “That’s the only part you should listen to. The rest is nonsense. I tell it’s all bluff, even more so than Gao Wenhui’s babbling. Is she married?”

  “I don’t know,” Feng Nanshu replied, both obedient and ho.

  Jiang Qin feigned a cold ugh: “I guess she’s not married, just like Gao Wenhui, a theoretical strategist. You didn’t believe her nonsense, did you?”

  “Don’t be afraid, Jiang Qin. I wouldn’t believe even a punctuation mark of what she says,” Feng Nanshu said seriously.

  “Good, I trust you.”

  Jiang Qi something was off but couldn’t pinpoint it. He took a longer look at Feng Nanshu.

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

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

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

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

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

  Her legs were bck jeans, appearing even lohan Jiang Qin’s from a visual standpoint, atuating her svelte figure.

  Her down jacket was this winter’s trendy Korean-style short cut, barely c 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 silehe very image of a cool ahy beauty.

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

  “Don’t leave me behind again.”

  “You’re the one who walked too fast. I ’t keep up with my old arms and legs. Let’s slow down; there’s no rush for the cafeteria food.”

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

  But iy, he wasn’t as carefree as he seemed. His mind reoccupied with the information form he had just seen.

  He had never asked Feng Nanshu about her family, partly because there was o pry and partly because it’s impolite to delve into someone’s family affairs without their initiative.

  Yet, today he learhat the little rich dy might not have a mother.

  plicated family retionships ihy households are quite on, after all.

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

  “You have the o steal a man, then have the o open the door!”

  “Don’t hide inside in silence; I know you’re home!”

  The cssies of Auntie Xue from those dramas, still relevant today, fshed through Jiang Qin’s 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 be even more dramatic than what’s on s.

  Could Feng Nanshu’s personality be reted to her family background? Had she never mentioned her family because she didn’t 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 dy was happy. If she had something on her mind she wao share, he could always listen ter.

  Arriving at the cafeteria, Jiang Qin pushed aside the heavy cold-proof curtain aered, only to find many people huddled he 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 expet Feng Nanshu.

  “Is it too sour?”

  Feng Nanshu shook her head, her eyes clear.

  “You’re really jealous, aren’t you? You ’t be like this; you o ge.”

  Jiang Qin fed her another vinegar-soaked dumpling. “By the way, I have something to tell you. This weekend, I pn 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: “She’s a high school student; she ’t call me ‘little brother’. Besides, her calling me ‘big brother’ is just a polite form of social iion, not the same as when you call me ‘big brother’.”

  Feng Nanshu blinked in fusion: “What does ‘big brother’ mean when I say it?”

  “When you say ‘big brother’… it’s just that, nothing more. Let’s 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 avaible, Jiang Qihusiasm for studying was halved. Wandering aimlessly, he eventually took the little rich dy to Room 208.

  Retly, the members of 208 had been busy preparing for exams, w in shifts. Aside from a few core employees, the office wasn’t crowded.

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

  Well, ‘tut’ wasn’t the right word. It was more like relearning.

  Jiang Qin wasly incapable of learning; it’s just that he often found himself fused and cursing.

  The staff at 208, untrained in professional de, couldn’t help but smile at their boss’s plight.

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

  “What’s so funny? Have you finished your work? Why so idle?”

  Jiang Qin sed the office with a stern face.

  “We finished long ago, boss. roup even prepared tomorrow’s promotional posts,” Lu Feiyu replied, unaware that silence would have been wiser. This was typical of the immaturity of college students.

  “So, I didn’t assign enough work? Then write posts for the day after tomorrow. No one leaves until it’s done.”

  At Jiang Qin’s words, the tent team was infuriated, throwing various small items from their desks at Lu Feiyu.

  “You, you’re just a fool. Don’t you uand? The boss’s dignity is not to be mocked. He embarrass himself, but we ot ugh at him.”

  Dong Wenhao couldn’t help but scold Lu Feiyu. This was his protégé, and his stupidity left him speechless.

  “I only uood a little before, but today I’ve lear thhly.”

  Lu Feiyu’s eyes were devoid of their usual spark.

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

  “…”

  After a half-day of studying, Jiang Qi it was quite effective. It wasn’t like deciphering a fn script anymore. Having such a helpful tutor was indeed a blessing.

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

  “Did Xuemei e in today?”

  Dong Wenhao looked around: “She seems to have takeernoon off.”

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

  “Oh, okay.”

  Dong Wenhao didn’t know what for, but he rummaged around and found Lu Xuemei’s 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 iher, feigning tration. Dong Wenhao quickly snapped a few photos after Jiang Qin’s instru.

  “All done. What’s this for?”

  “For future promotions or interviews. We’ll say ‘Entrepreneur star Jiang Qin, bang work and study, excelling in both business and academics.’ That’s the message.”

  After finishing his statement, Jiang Qi 208 with the little rich dy. After strolling around the campus, he returo the dormitory brimming with fidence.

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

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

  “Jiang bro, you didn’t spend all afternoon studying, did you? Please say no, or I’ll feel guilty all night.”

  “No, I went out for fun this afternoon. Don’t worry, Old Zhou, just enjoy your novel.”

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

  Upon hearing this, Zhou Chao rexed, sinking bato his bed, feeling peaceful and tent.

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